Chapter 639 Tsukuyomi? ! !

Feng Mu had no intention of using pupil techniques at this moment.

He originally planned to burn incense to purify himself and choose an auspicious day to conduct the experiment.

But there are people who don't know how to live or die and insist on rushing into his eyes.

In that case, he doesn't mind fulfilling the other party's wish.

After all, this experimental product that was delivered to your doorstep might be more suitable for the prize-giving ceremony than any "bathing and burning incense"?

Then let’s test the pupil technique that is parasitic on the left eye first.

Then, the tall night watchman felt that the world suddenly turned upside down, the colors faded, the sounds disappeared, and even the feeling of the waistband of his pants tightening around his crotch disappeared without a trace.

The entire person's soul and consciousness seemed to be sucked into a strange vortex.

When his vision came back to focus, he found himself nailed to a cross.

Countless living bones entangled like thorns, tightly binding his limbs.

His entire body was as stiff as a stone sculpture, and except for his head, no part of his body could move at all.

The mask on his face had long since fallen off, revealing an ordinary square face completely exposed to the unknown air.

I fought with "Old Huang" for so long that my pants were torn but my mask didn't fall off. But after a look at [Mask], my true identity was exposed?

"Where...where is this? Where...where am I?!"

The night watchman, let’s call him Square Face for now.

He instinctively looked down at his feet, trying to find a foothold or a way to escape.

However, as far as the eye can see, there is only a heart-wrenching, bottomless darkness.

The lower end of the cross seemed to have plunged into the abyss, extending downwards, and the line of sight could not even grasp the end.

It's just outrageous!

No, whose cross would be so long? Isn’t it too extravagant?

He was confused for a moment, and then turned his head stiffly to look left and right.

Just one glance and my head felt like it was about to split open.

Because he saw that all around him, as far as he could see, up and down, left and right, front and back, near and far, there stood... countless identical, huge, white crosses.

Densely packed, layer upon layer, boundless, extending to the end of the vision.

And on each cross, there is a terrified self nailed to it? ! !

The same square face, the same looking around, the same expression as if seeing a ghost.

Why are there so many of me?

What the hell is this place?

Is this all an illusion? It must be an illusion...

As a senior night watchman, he is naturally knowledgeable and has encountered some weird martial arts or strange monsters that can interfere with people's five senses and cause hallucinations or auditory hallucinations.

But those hallucinations or auditory hallucinations still show that I am in the real world.

A hallucination is simply a false image layered over the real world, or it can cause the body to experience a false perception (such as the body being chewed by teeth).

The whole world seems to have turned into an illusion, and only I am left as the real person. It is not something I have ever seen, but it is something I have never heard of.

wrong!

I may not be real at this moment.

Because, there should be only one true self, and here is...

"Thirty-six thousand!"

A cold voice came from above, and it seemed to resonate directly from the depths of his soul, as if the speaker had directly seen through the doubts in his heart and answered him with understanding:

“There are 36,000 of you here. Don’t worry, they are not fake you. Each of them is the real you.

You share the same memories, the same thoughts, the same perceptions; they are all your clones, and they are all your true selves."

The square face, or rather thirty-six thousand square faces, all suddenly looked up at the sky at the same time.

What came into view was the pitch-black sky, with a huge, heart-pounding... blood moon hanging in the sky!

As a night watchman, he had been to the headquarters in the upper city to report on his work, so he recognized that it was the moon, but the moonlight at this moment seemed particularly strange and eerie.

The blood moon emitted a bloody light, casting an ominous dark red on the forest of bone crosses stretching below.

Under the blood moon, densely packed figures stood quietly.

Each figure, wearing a well-tailored black suit, stood quietly in circles, as if attending a solemn and eerie funeral.

They silently floated in the air, forming concentric circles.

Each of them wore an identical mask made of white bones, and they lowered their heads in unison, looking down at the 36,000 square faces on the crosses below.

Thirty-six thousand square faces looked up at the same time, and thirty-six thousand pairs of eyes looked at the [Mask] one by one at the same time.

In an instant, the same guess emerged in the minds of the 36,000 square-faced people:

"There's one [Mask] for each of me, so doesn't that mean there are also 36,000 [Masks] here?!"

Just at the moment this thought flashed through my mind.

Suddenly, a sky full of [masks] fell vertically and hovered precisely in front of each cross. The pale masks formed an eerie perfect symmetry with the square faces on the crosses.

Fang Lian was horrified:

"Thirty-six thousand [masks] are attending thirty-six thousand of my funerals. It's really frightening me to death."

Then, the square-faced people heard 36,000 [Masks] open their mouths and welcome them at the same time:

"Welcome to my Eternal Corridor, this is my world."

The voice echoed layer upon layer under the blood-red moonlight:

"Here, time, space, and even your soul are all controlled by me. This is the first floor of the Corridor of Eternal Imprisonment, which I call Tsukuyomi.

You are the first guest invited here, so please forgive me if I fail to treat you well in the future."

When the last syllable fell, each [Mask] bowed slightly in a completely synchronized posture. The scene was a terrifying interpretation of what elegance and politeness meant.

The pupils of thirty-six thousand square faces suddenly shrank into needle points.

Fang Lian understood every word, but could not comprehend the true meaning behind the sentence, just like a child who heard the warning of death but did not understand the weight of death.

It's nothing, every word that comes out of the other party's mouth is too terrifying.

What is the Corridor of Eternal Imprisonment, what is your world, what is everything controlled by you... Do you want to listen to this Arabian Nights nonsense you are talking about?

Then, each square-faced figure on the cross saw the [Masked Man] in front of him raise his right hand.

The arm wrapped in the pitch-black sleeves slowly stretched out, and the index finger flicked slightly, the skin cracked to reveal a hideous bone spur, which pierced straight into his chest.

If one [Mask] is like this, then thirty-six thousand [Masks] will be like this, which means thirty-six thousand of you will have your chest pierced by bone spurs.

But so what?

Thirty-six thousand square-faced faces sneered at the same time. With his iron will, he had long been desensitized to the pain of a hole in his chest and didn't even blink.

However, the sneer on his face only lasted for less than one tenth of a second before it completely froze and solidified!

“Uhhhhhhhhhh—”

Indescribable, unimaginable, the pain that seemed to crush the soul was like billions of red-hot steel needles erupting simultaneously from the wounds of 36,000 "hearts".

Thirty-six thousand of them simultaneously let out shrill, distorted howls that did not sound like human voices.

The sounds overlapped into a terrifying echo, reverberating continuously in this world.

pain!

Unprecedented pain came from his soul. How could there be such pain? In an instant, it surpassed the sum of all the pain he had ever experienced.

Impossible! It was just a prick, how could it hurt so much?

Is this reasonable?

He was drenched in pain, his body convulsing violently on the cross, his eyes rolled back as he tried to faint, but he couldn't. Instead, the pain made him more awake.

Thirty-six thousand square-faced people were simultaneously seized by a terrifying thought:

"If every one of me is real, then, wouldn't it be..."

Thirty-six thousand [Masks] simultaneously withdrew their fingers and responded with another considerate response:

"You guessed right, because there are 36,000 of you here, and each of you is real, so each pain is also real.

In other words, every pain you feel will be magnified 36,000 times. Is that surprising or not?"

Square face: “……..”*36000

The square-faced men's expressions were frozen at the same time, but as veteran Night's Watchmen, each of them had a will of steel.

They raised their heads at the same time, and said in a hoarse and firm voice:

"So, this pain is ultimately fake. This is ultimately a world controlled by illusions. As long as I don't believe it, I won't die. And I don't believe you can keep me imprisoned in this damn corridor forever."

Thirty-six thousand square-faced brains worked together, and under the brainstorming of thirty-six thousand brains, his IQ exploded.

The more powerful the ability, the more limitations it has.

For example, it is impossible for "Old Huang" to keep burning his soul forever, so he does not believe that [Mask] can always maintain this illusory world.

As if to confirm his iron-clad belief, a miracle happened the moment he shouted in his heart!

The bloody wounds on the 36,000 chests disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if erased by an eraser. The skin became smooth again, and the muscles were intact, as if they had never been pierced.

Thirty-six thousand square-faced people raised their lips in a triumphant arc.

"Look! What did I say?!"

Thirty-six thousand square faces laughed at the same time:

"As long as I don't believe, as long as my will is strong enough, you can't do anything to me, [Mask], you are just torturing me in vain.

Yes....Uhhhhhhhhhh——"

The wild laughter stopped abruptly and turned into 36,000 heart-wrenching howls again.

Because, each [Mask] raised his right hand gracefully again towards each square face.

The skin on the fingertips cracked and white bone spurs popped out.

Same location;

Same angle;

The same intensity;

With extraordinary calmness, he thrust straight into the square-faced man's chest again.

Everything seems to be happening again in time!

Thirty-six thousand square-faced people screamed miserably at the same time, and laughed wildly for the second time:

"That's it? [Masked] You underestimate the Night's Watch. The Night's Watch won't be defeated by pain. Don't waste your energy..."

In response to him, the [Masked] raised their right hands for the third time.

Accompanying the echoes of another 36,000 screams were the heartfelt praises of the Masked Ones:

"Amazing! You're worthy of being a Night's Watchman. I truly admire your iron-like will.

You are right, I really cannot imprison your soul forever. When the time comes, I will have to let you leave the first floor of the corridor.

In that case, let's not waste each other's precious time and make the most of the next... 72 hours."

Thirty-six thousand [Masks] paused at the same time and continued:

"Oh, I've already stabbed you three times, one puncture per second, so, to be exact, there are 71 hours, 59 minutes, and 57 seconds left!

Time is running out, we have to hurry..."

The faces of the thirty-six thousand [square-faced] people twisted in an instant, staring at the [masked] finger in horror.

What did he just say?

72 hours? ! !

One second is 36,000 times more painful, and when you add it up over 72 hours, that's...

I can’t figure it out, I can’t figure it out at all!!!

Can I really last 72 hours?

Also, [Masked] just said that this is the first floor of the corridor, which means there is a second floor?

My will of steel, my will of steel, my will of steel… bullshit aa ...

The shrill screams echoed over and over again. Every second, the wounds on the bodies of the thirty-six thousand square-faced people would be refreshed, but his screams became weaker and weaker...

Feng Mu did not lie to Fang Lian. The 72 hours were real, and the second time in the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor was also real.

The Corridor of Eternal Detention can be the Tsukuyomi Space, but the Tsukuyomi Space is not entirely the Corridor of Eternal Detention.

Just like all squares are rectangles, but not all rectangles can become squares - Tsukuyomi is just one of the layers in the "Corridor of Eternal Imprisonment".

The essence of the original Tsukuyomi is to forcibly drag the recipient's mental consciousness into the Tsukuyomi world constructed by the caster.

In the world of Tsukuyomi, all time, place, quality, etc. are controlled by the caster.

The enemy will suffer tremendous physical and mental pain in the illusion world, and the pain suffered by the opponent is exactly the same as the pain in reality.

To put it simply, it is the use of illusion to deceive the five senses, to torture the consciousness or soul, and ultimately feed back to the body.

But it must be clear that this method is always indirect.

Tsukuyomi can only indirectly disturb the soul by affecting consciousness, but cannot directly touch the essence of the soul.

But the Corridor of Eternal Imprisonment can. Not only can the Corridor of Eternal Imprisonment manipulate the time and space within the corridor to deceive the five senses, it can also directly exert its pupil power on the soul of the recipient.

To put it in an analogy, the former is deception and the latter is rape.

However, the latter requires stronger pupil power, and Feng Mu has just opened his eyes, so his pupil power is not yet enough to fully unleash the true power of the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor.

However, it is enough to simulate the famous Tsukuyomi world as the first level of the Corridor of Eternal Confinement.

In essence, when the Eternal Corridor deceives the enemy, it first deceives itself and puts on a Tsukuyomi version of the mask.

Feng Mu is disguised as a [mask] at the moment, so it makes sense that his pupil technique also wears a "mask", right?

And the second floor of the Eternal Corridor...

There was a vague and terrifying image in Feng Mu's mind, but he couldn't open it yet.

However, he was not discouraged.

I can already open the first layer, so how far away will the second layer be?

Perhaps, the lack of that little bit of pupil power can be made up by swallowing another marrow cleansing pill or taking another dose of gene injection to allow the mental power to complete a great leap in transformation?

That day is not far away, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow...

(End of this chapter)