Chapter 279 Counterattack
Tired of disgust.
As the name suggests, it means being tired of foreign things and still being tired of others.
Use a dislike as bait. When you think you have overcome this dislike, you have actually fallen into a trap and fallen into a real dislike.
This is like a dream within a dream. When you wake up from a dream within a dream, you are still in a dream.
If ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, they may not even have a chance to react, and they will fall into this second layer of disgust in an instant.
Once you are trapped in the second level of disgust, it is almost impossible to get out of it. No matter how high your cultivation level is, it will be difficult to succeed.
Because this second layer of disgust is not reality, but an illusion. It is impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.
As expected of someone who dares to claim that he is a real member of the class, this act of disgust really caught me off guard.
Fortunately, my consciousness is far superior to ordinary people, and I can immediately recognize that I did not really fall into the river, but was suffering from the illusion of disgust.
In addition, I also have a trump card that only belongs to me, and that is Zhao Goucheng.
I knew that when I followed the severed hand, every move I made was watched by the person behind the scenes, so I pretended not to do anything, deliberately and unintentionally entering the game he set for me.
But I don’t do anything, but Zhao Goucheng can be my oriole to catch cicadas.
When the paper man was left alone, I immediately sent a paper bird to fly towards me. At the same time, I asked him to recite the meditation mantra continuously and maintain a high level of vigilance. In this way, even if I am stuck in the illusion of boredom, I can still get out of it.
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My whole body kept falling into the water. I instinctively held my breath and started to avoid the water and move up. However, the river was very deep. No matter how much I went upstream, I couldn't get out of the water.
Time passes bit by bit. If it continues like this, no matter how strong my breath is, I won't be able to stay in the water for several hours. I'm afraid I will really drown in the water by then.
Fortunately, about a quarter of an hour later, the paper bird that Gou Sheng sacrificed flew here.
It landed on an unfinished building, and observing everything here from its eyes was completely different from what I had experienced. At this time, I was not in the so-called river, but standing there and flopping around.
At this time, I was not in the so-called river, but standing there and flopping around.
There is a bucket above my head, and water keeps falling on me from the bucket.
This is the power of illusions. Just like the water ghost wants to harm people, even if it leads people into knee-deep shallow ditches, they will not be able to get out. Therefore, drownings in small ditches often occur in rural areas. The thing is, it's actually water ghosts using illusions to hurt people.
There is also a hemp rope tied to the handle of the bucket. The other end of the hemp rope is the severed hand. It is this severed hand that keeps pulling the bucket at this time, allowing the water in the bucket to fall. On me.
And there was another person standing next to the severed hand. He was an old man in his sixties, wearing common clothes and looking extremely old-fashioned.
This old man in his 60s only had one hand, so obviously the severed hand belonged to him, and he was the one behind the scenes.
He stood quietly like that, looking at me with proud eyes, admiring his masterpiece.
Time passed quickly for another five or six minutes, when a voice sounded from the river bank: "The young genius taught by Lu Ban? It turns out that it is nothing more than that. At this level, it is better not to disgrace the reputation of the founder."
This sound sounded to me as coming from the river bank, but in fact it was the old man in his sixties.
Soon, he continued to say to me: "You will drown soon. If you don't want to die, beg me. Kowtow three times in the water and I will save you ashore."
After saying this, he looked smug, as if he was very excited about defeating me, an orthodox Luban disciple.
And I closed my eyes, and began to control my own profound energy with the help of the paper bird's eyes.
I let the ‘river water’ enter my seven orifices, feeling every drop of water.
Soon, thousands of water droplets suddenly exploded from around my body like exploding fireworks, splashing towards the sixty-year-old old man.
Ten thousand water turns into a sword and goes straight towards Huanglong.
When the water sword was pressed against the neck of the sixty-year-old man, I said solemnly: "You should know who is begging whom, who is kneeling to whom." (End of Chapter)