Xiang Sheng let Lu Zhu beat and scold him without fighting back.
The blood in her heart slowly drained away, and she felt as if her whole body was immersed in ice, so cold.
"See? This is the result you've always felt guilty about and been waiting for. If he doesn't die, you'll have to die in his place."
The demonic voice was filled with malice, and continued to whisper in Xiang Sheng's ear, "You suffered so much in your previous life, and finally lived again, but now you die like this. Are you willing?"
"He is your enemy, his death is not a pity!"
"Kill him!"
Xiang Sheng's face gradually turned cold, and the dagger in his hand appeared. The devilish voice in his ear suddenly laughed loudly, "That's it, kill him with one knife, and you can be reborn!"
Before he finished speaking, he swung the dagger at Xiang Sheng, not in the opposite direction, but behind him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three of the twelve transparent silk threads connected to his back broke, and Xiang Sheng's dim pupils suddenly regained some brightness.
The old man was secretly shocked.
How is that possible?
He used several illusions as a prelude to quickly destroy Xiang Sheng's mind. The process was extremely smooth, and he was only one step away from completely destroying all his emotions.
At this moment, Xiang Sheng should have lost 90% of his mind and only had a bit of clarity left. How could he have the strength to resist?
The old man couldn't figure it out, but he didn't slow down his movements. He reached out and grabbed the three broken silk threads and forced them into Xiang Sheng's back.
The thread is unstable and the illusion collapses.
In the outside world, Xiang Sheng's face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and the Ruoshui River had already flooded up to his neck.
In a daze, Xiang Sheng walked forward aimlessly.
She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't want to stop.
In the hazy smoke, Xiang Sheng saw the shadow of a huge tree root in the distance.
"Big wood..."
She murmured softly, stumbling as she quickened her pace. The moment she broke through the smoke, her vision rapidly narrowed, and she was ultimately confined to a small space, unable to move.
This perspective is very familiar.
It seemed like a long time ago that she spent every night in her dreams watching and listening like this, with a peaceful mind.
Why didn’t I hear the sound of the big wood this time?
Just as Xiang Sheng was wondering, his vision suddenly went dark and his body was picked up and hung in the air.
Then her vision brightened, she squinted her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes met a pair of eyes.
These eyes are high and mighty, indifferent and ruthless.
Through his pupils, Xiang Sheng saw himself.
It was a slightly damaged and dirty doll, and he seemed to be shivering when he held it in his hand.
After just a brief glance, Xiang Sheng was placed back on the table and left aside.
Yes.
This was her first meeting with Big Wood.
In the dream, she was just an ordinary puppet on a large wooden table.
Sometimes, she couldn't even tell whether the big wood was talking to her or to another existence in the dream space.
Her thoughts and even her desire to see her may be worthless in the eyes of Big Wood.
Everything was just her wishful thinking.
"He is a high and mighty god. How could he care about a mere puppet? A mere mortal?"
"If he really cared, why would he just stand by and watch someone die?"
"He had a thousand ways to save you, but he just watched you die."
"Heaven is ruthless, can you expect the gods to be kind?"
A bewitching voice sounded at the right moment, "I want to catch up with him, I want to meet him, I want him to look at me with admiration, to be recognized by him. You can become the same existence, abandon love, abandon everything, do whatever it takes, and overturn the laws of nature!"
"Everyone is your enemy in achieving enlightenment! You cannot waver in the slightest. Only in this way can you survive and meet Him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the illusion of the sacred tree dissipated with the wind, and figures walked in front of him from the haze. Their faces were all distorted and hideous to varying degrees, but Xiang Sheng recognized them at a glance.
"Qinji, Fourteen..."
She was in a daze, muttering to herself, and the dagger in her hand appeared again.
"Go, kill them, and you will be free."
The silk thread pushed forward gently, and Xiang Sheng staggered to a stop in front of the piano. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and a murderous intent appeared on his lonely face. He suddenly turned around and waved his hand.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Half of the twelve silk threads were broken.
The old man had a grim expression on his face. He was about to reconnect the six silk threads when Xiang Sheng swung his dagger away again.
"Get out here, old man!"
The illusion was silent for a moment, and then the old man's voice suddenly came from all directions.
"You are the first one who can repeatedly break free from my control."
Xiang Sheng remained indifferent and held the dagger tightly in his hand, guarding against the old man appearing from any direction.
"I don't understand. Your mind is clearly in turmoil, how can you still stay awake?"
A cold arc crossed Xiang Sheng's lips. "Those imposed ideas? How ridiculous, old man. I can't defeat you, but there is one thing... Even if those are true, I can kill, but I will never do it at your command."
"What's the difference? If you can let go of your emotions, you will still be yourself, and you will live a better and more carefree life. I am helping you."
"Old man, have you been dead for too long and lost your humanity?"
Xiang Sheng showed a mocking expression and said softly, "I am a human being, a living person. I can live, but not as a puppet. Well, why am I telling you so much? A dead person like you will probably never understand."
The illusion fell into a long silence.
Xiang Sheng pursed his lips, cold sweat appearing on his forehead.
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