Chapter 44 Violent Conflict
The tearing feeling in various parts of the body is still continuing. Lin Yuanqing can clearly feel that his body is melting, but the ghost heart's ability is quickly repairing the body, terrifying The supernatural conflict is fiercely unfolding in his body.
This cell-level pain made Lin Yuanqing roll crazily on the bed, wishing to faint immediately, but this was just a delusion. He was a ghost now and could not lose consciousness.
Thinking of something, Lin Yuanqing struggled to control his body, stood up staggeringly, stretched out his left hand, and wanted to pick up the stick next to him, but now it was extremely difficult to even do this simple action. .
Lin Yuanqing didn't know what it felt like for other ghost masters or aliens to control ghosts, but he didn't want to experience the feeling of controlling the puzzle of other ghosts for a second time.
Finally, after a hard struggle, I finally got this, a stick that can hit ghosts to death. I swung it at my right hand and missed. This action was so simple that a three-year-old child could do it, but he actually missed it. , which shows how severe the pain is.
Because of waving, Lin Yuanqing's body balance was broken, and he fell directly to the ground. He turned over with great effort and lay on the ground, breathing heavily.
Lifting up these two hands, the dark-black hand grabbed the stick and hit the pure-white jade hand hard, and this time it hit.
In an instant, his right hand became unresponsive, and the supernatural conflict stopped. Lin Yuanqing lay on the ground panting, and a feeling of surviving a disaster came to his heart.
Just when Lin Yuanqing was about to use Ghost Realm to cut off his right hand, a colder feeling than before poured into his body from his right hand. In an instant, his whole body was completely unable to move.
The ghost eyes were tightly closed, the ghost heart stopped beating, and only the consciousness was still active. He wanted to control his left hand, and wanted to open the ghost realm and cut off his right hand now, but there was no reaction.
About ten minutes later, the supernatural conflict started again, and the familiar pain began.
Lin Yuanqing gritted his teeth and stood up. His eyes widened and he looked at his right hand. This time, he was not thinking about cutting it off, but about convincing him that one of his four puzzle pieces was broken by one of others. So embarrassed.
Lin Yuanqing's anger was as high as ever. This was a feeling of being offended. This feeling came out of nowhere, but this feeling of anger was real.
There is no so-called staring, the ghost eye curse is activated, and the originally white hands seem to become a little whiter, and even the sense of resistance seems to be a little smaller.
The oppression of the ghost foot leads from the body to the right hand. Where the ghost foot passes by, the damage to the body is aggravated, but the resistance of the right hand begins to become smaller and smaller.
Gui Xin's ability is frantically repairing his body to prevent him from falling apart.
Not enough, the dark left hand put on his right hand, launching an invasion that had never been used before except against Chen Ziwen, and the hand that was still struggling violently stopped struggling suddenly.
Lin Yuanqing remained motionless in this posture. The supernatural conflict seemed to have stopped?
No, not really, the supernatural battlefield just changed to another place.
Lin Yuanqing's consciousness entered the white ghost hand's conscious world following the invasion.
This is a gray world, full of broken pictures. Lin Yuanqing's consciousness manifested into a human form, but it was not the appearance of Chen Ziwen outside, but a young man in his mid-twenties.
The young man's appearance is very ordinary, the kind of appearance that is difficult to find in a crowd. This is what Lin Yuanqing thinks of himself.
Although he looks ordinary, he somehow gives people a feeling of superiority, a feeling that Lin Yuanqing himself is not aware of.
Lin Yuanqing stood in this gray world, looking up at the fragments floating in the sky. There were ancient platforms and pavilions, and fragments of streets during the Republic of China. But these memories were too broken, except for one There are many pictures, but the rest are incomprehensible.
Walking towards the center of the world of consciousness, there are various monsters transformed from fragments of consciousness on the way, rushing towards Lin Yuanqing, but the competition of consciousness does not just depend on whether the form is scary or not.
The complete consciousness is stronger than the broken consciousness. He rushed forward with his head buried all the way, and all the monsters were directly smashed.
I don’t know how long it took to move forward.
There was a faint sound of the piano in front of me, walking forward.
Lin Yuanqing slowed down and listened to the beautiful sound of the piano.
The sound of the piano is full of sadness, as if it is sighing at the unfairness of fate, and seems to be pitying this sad world.
Lian Lin Yuanqing, a person who does not understand music, felt a trace of sadness in his consciousness when he listened to the sound of the piano.
Looking up, there is a woman in white sitting on an ancient-style pavilion, playing the piano. It looks extremely beautiful with the gray world around her.
It’s just that except for one of the woman’s hands, which is as white as jade, everything else is blurry and cannot be seen clearly at all.
If you look carefully, except for that hand, everything else is a little blurry, including those broken memories.
Staring at that hand, Lin Yuanqing erased the sadness from his consciousness, and transformed a long stick into his hand. This stick was exactly the same as the one outside, but this was the manifestation of Lin Yuanqing's consciousness, and it did not have the ability to beat the ghost to death. .
The stick was extended wirelessly and swung down directly towards the woman.
Boom, the collision of consciousness began. Lin Yuanqing's consciousness moved downward with a crushing momentum, like a broken bamboo.
The pavilion collapsed, everything around it collapsed, and some memory fragments rushed towards Lin Yuanqing, trying to merge into Lin Yuanqing's consciousness.
The long stick was swung, and all the debris that came in dissipated. Lin Yuanqing felt that it was best for him to remain pure. This was a kind of deep intuition.
Everything began to collapse, and Lin Yuanqing's consciousness flew higher and higher, gradually overtaking the entire world.
Outside, Lin Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of arrogance flashed in his eyes, and then returned to normal.
Crackling, the body seems to be rusty, and it makes a sound when it is moved.
"How long has it been?" This thought flashed through Lin Yuanqing's mind and he picked up the phone.
Out of battery? I put down the phone, picked up the satellite positioning phone, turned it on, and looked at the date. A week has passed?
There were more than a dozen missed calls on the phone. When I opened it, there were calls from Zhao Huanhuan and Duan Yuanfu. I chose one to call back.
"Lin Yuanqing, where have you been these days? Are you okay?" Zhao Huanhuan's voice rang as soon as the call was connected, and his tone was full of worry.
"Have a good sleep." Lin Yuanqing said, his voice unusually hoarse. After all, he had not had any water for a week.
"What's wrong with your neck? Also, why can you sleep for a week?" Zhao Huanhuan asked repeatedly.
Lin Yuanqing opened the ghost realm, took a glass of water, and took a big sip. His ghost mind ability was activated, and the pain and hoarseness in his throat disappeared instantly. (End of chapter)