Meng Nan slowly breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Sister-in-law Fusang who had fallen into hallucinations.
Sure enough, beautiful things are the easiest to get addicted to.
Sister-in-law Fusang may not know that everything she sees now is fake, but even Sister-in-law Fusang is not willing to get rid of it for a while.
Taking a deep breath, Meng Nan crawled towards the dining table.
Soon, Meng Nan crawled under the dining table and struggled to pull out a rope from under the dining table. The rope looked very old, with traces of blood on it, and had a circular knot tied at one end.
As soon as he saw the rope, Meng Nan felt an uneasy feeling.
Meng Nan immediately understood that this must be the rope that hung Mrs. Fusang to death.
Holding the rope in one hand, Meng Nan reached into his pocket and frowned slightly.
The lighter I deliberately went to the supermarket to get was missing!
How can I burn this rope without a lighter?
Meng Nan glanced across the room and narrowed his eyes slightly.
No, since Mrs. Fusang lives here, and the rice porridge the children ate was hot when I touched it, it means there must be something to make a fire here.
But, where will it be? Is it in this room?
After searching carefully, Meng Nan still couldn't find any living tools in the room.
He raised his head and looked at the door. Could it be that he was in another room? But his current state was not enough to support him to search in other rooms.
However, at this moment, Mrs. Fusang's body began to shake slightly, and she seemed to be waking up from the hallucination.
Gritting his teeth, Meng Nan looked at the rope in his hand. Now there is one last way!
Just like Mr. Li and Mrs. Li in the Night of Resurrection, when the hallucination reaches a certain level, it can not only confuse humans, but also control inorganic objects without thinking.
And Chu Renmei's power is not weaker than LEON or Mr. Li and Mrs. Li to any extent.
In other words, as long as Chu Renmei's power is brought into full play, the rope in front of her can be destroyed even without flames.
But……
Meng Nan looked at Mrs. Fusang.
Once all the power is concentrated on this rope, Mrs. Fusang's illusion will no longer be maintained.
This is a risky operation. If you take back the power of Mrs. Fusang, then whether Mrs. Fusang performs a time loop or directly attacks you, you will be considered a failure.
Slowly closing his eyes, Meng Nan had already exceeded the threshold from the moment he entered the screen.
His mind was spinning rapidly, and Meng Nan soon opened his eyes.
Maybe if Meng Nan was in good condition, there would be other ways to think of, but with Meng Nan's current condition, he has no other way.
Taking a deep breath, Meng Nan focused all his energy on the rope in front of him.
Mrs. Fusang suddenly came out of the hallucination and looked around blankly. She didn't know what was going on. She was obviously attending a celebration party!
The movie is a hit, her acting skills have been recognized to the greatest extent, and the director is congratulating her!
Why did you suddenly come back here? What happened?
But Meng Nan was not looking at Mrs. Fusang at this moment. What he wanted to chase was this time difference, this moment when Mrs. Fusang was stunned!
Chu Renmei's power was instantly mobilized to the extreme by Meng Nan, and the powerful illusion power distorted the surrounding space.
Mrs. Fusang had already seen Meng Nan at this moment, and she finally came to her senses.
"Ah!" Mrs. Fusang howled miserably. There is nothing more heartbreaking than losing her for the second time.
At this moment, Mrs. Fusang's resentment reached its extreme. Just when she was about to attack Meng Nan, she suddenly saw the rope in Meng Nan's hand.
"No!" Mrs. Fusang shouted, and tears of blood flowed from her eyes.
A pool of blood formed on the ground again.
However, at this moment, black flames suddenly burned on the rope.
No, along with the flames on the rope, the whole room burned violently.
Mrs. Fusang was anxious. She used all her strength to change this mistake.
At the same time, a big hand was faintly visible in the void. This big hand was fiddling with it little by little, as if it wanted to turn back time.
But it was too late, the flames burned too fast, and in just a blink of an eye, the rope turned into ashes.
"No!" Along with Mrs. Fusang's shrill scream, her figure also disappeared.
Meng Nan looked at everything in front of him and fell to the ground.
After all, he is not Chu Renmei. In order to mobilize Chu Renmei's greatest strength, he has almost exhausted his mental power.
Coupled with the state of breaking through the threshold, Meng Nan finally couldn't bear it anymore.
When Meng Nan woke up, there were still bursts of severe pain in her brain.
Holding on to the corner of the table and standing up slowly, Meng Nan finally returned to that space.
However, just as Meng Nan had guessed before, the injuries on his body have not recovered as before. It seems that this dimension does not have the capabilities of the 19th level of hell.
Looking at Xia Wenqing sitting on the second chair, Meng Nan nodded slightly. It seemed that he needed to be more careful.
Then, he looked at the huge clock tower on the ground and frowned again.
At this moment, three lights on the clock tower had gone out. It seemed that he had been unconscious for too long.
He touched his back, but luckily, in Fusang's world, Meng Nan used the last bit of strength on himself at the last moment of his coma.
The extremely powerful hallucination power caused Meng Nan's own body to be affected by the hallucination.
Although there is still a dull pain in his back at this moment, it is much better than before, and at least it does not delay Meng Nan's actions.
Then Meng Nan didn't linger, went directly to the third seat, sat down, and then wrote a name on the paper in front of him.
The blood-red screen appeared again, and lines of blood-red text emerged:
"The third duel has been decided. The resurrector you choose is Li Shiming."
"Your opponent is,"
"Stalkers in the Shadows,"
"The Shakespeare of murder,"
"A powerful demon living in a young body,"
"The Doll Killer—Chucky the Ghost!"
"Have a happy death!"
"Chaji?" Meng Nan nodded. This is just right. The injury caused by Mrs. Fusang has not actually fully recovered, so it can be regarded as a rest.
After all, when it comes to killing people, Meng Nan has never been afraid of anyone!
Immediately afterwards, Meng Nan felt severe pain again on the back of his hand, and the lines continued to change, finally stopping suddenly.
"Haha, this is even more interesting!" Meng Nan looked at the pattern on the back of his hand and laughed!