Chapter 225 The Terror of the Illusion



But the return of reason cannot dispel the extreme terror experienced by the senses.

The stench of blood was still so strong it was nauseating, as if my entire mouth and nose were filled with a liquid that smelled of rust.

The writhing walls of flesh were still twisting in my field of vision, and those silent, wailing faces seemed about to break free and pounce on me at any moment.

The cold, sticky sensation under her feet made her feel as if she were sinking into a swamp made of corpses.

The dripping blood from her head, chillingly cold, served as a constant reminder of how real this hellish scene was.

Those pale arms reaching out from the darkness, though slow, clung to her legs with a tenacious, clinging touch, their icy warmth seeming to freeze her very soul!

She wanted to scream, but it felt like something was choking her throat, and she could only let out hoarse, desperate gasps.

She tried to struggle, but her body was as stiff as a stone sculpture, and even moving a finger became a luxury.

Fear, like the deepest nightmare, is slowly eroding her will.

She could feel her mind gradually teetering on the brink of collapse under this relentless onslaught of terror.

Consciousness began to blur, and the blood-red inferno before my eyes seemed to be turning into eternity...

Just as Chen Yuqi felt she was about to be completely swallowed by this blood-red color, and her soul was about to sink into oblivion.

On the other side.

Qin Yang, however, saw a completely different picture.

There was no pool of blood, no wall of flesh, no wailing faces, and no outstretched ghostly hand.

The living room is still the same living room.

The lights did go out, but it wasn't completely dark.

A faint, rippling energy wave permeated the air.

This fluctuation distorts light and disrupts magnetic fields, enough to create the most terrifying illusions for ordinary people.

But in Qin Yang's eyes, all of this was like a child's clumsy scribbles, its essence clearly visible.

He could even see an invisible mental force field, like a spider web, enveloping Chen Yuqi and constantly feeding her false, terrifying sensory information.

In the shadows of the corner of the room, a blurry figure could be seen appearing and disappearing, clearly the one who cast the illusion.

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