Master Qingyu's voice echoed in Shi Huan's mind, trying to awaken her consciousness.
In the illusion woven by the black mist, everything was so real. Shi Huan felt as if she was in a quagmire. Every time she moved, she would sink deeper and deeper.
Never wake up again?
Hearing these words, Shi Huan felt a burst of resistance in his heart, and asked his master anxiously, "How can I wake up? Where is this place?"
She looked at her little hands, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.
No...it shouldn't be like this
She is obviously an adult!
Seeing that Shi Huan had noticed something was wrong, the voice continued, "Keep calm and stick to the mourning platform. It doesn't matter where you are. What's important is that you should be in the barren mountain and wake up now!"
The three words were like a bell ringing in Shi Huan's mind, and like a clear spring washing away all the filth in the world.
The black mist completely disappeared under this voice full of spiritual power, the confusion in Shi Huan's mind receded, and the energy that was about to escape from his hand also slowly disappeared from his palm.
She looked at the fleeing faces, closed her eyes tightly, and kept reminding herself.
Don't let her fall here!
This is not her!
The nails dug deep into the flesh, carving a bloody mark on the palm of the hand.
With the help of Master Qingyu, Shi Huan's will suddenly burst out. When he opened his eyes again, Uncle Lin and Ghost Face were gone, and she was still at the foot of the barren mountain.
Escaped from the dark fog!
Shi Huan breathed a sigh of relief and remembered the voice he heard in the fantasy.
Fortunately, the master appeared in time and woke her up.
Shi Huan asked with a hint of surprise, "Master, why are you here?"
If she hadn't heard Master's reminder in time, she might have been unable to control herself and suffered irreparable consequences.
"I noticed your life lamp flickering and knew you were in danger, so I came here to use my secret technique to wake you up."
Master Qingyu's voice revealed a touch of kindness, ringing in his ears.
The so-called secret technique is an unparalleled technique of Master Qing Yu. He himself did not come here, but directly awakened Shi Huan through the connected sea of consciousness.
Shi Huan felt a warm feeling in his heart.
Only the master would be so interested in her, and even though he was thousands of miles away, he would not hesitate to use secret techniques to wake her up.
Shi Huan was full of gratitude, with a little bit of coquettishness in his voice, "Thank you, Master!"
"You're welcome. If you go down the mountain alone, you must be careful."
Master Qingyu's words gradually became ethereal, and another voice intervened,
"Shi Huan? Are you okay?"
An Jiusheng rushed towards Shi Huan and pressed her shoulder nervously.
Just now, He Ming suddenly pounced on Shi Huan and attacked her with black mist.
Before anyone present could stop him, they saw Shi Huan sinking into the black mist and could no longer see his figure clearly.
Being held tightly by him, Shi Huan came back to his senses, with a hint of sweetness in his heart, "I'm fine, I was just pulled into the illusion by the black mist. It was my master who woke me up!"
An Jiusheng looked into the void, his eyes flashing slightly, "Were you talking to your master just now?"
"Yes, he transmitted the message directly to me, so you can't hear it."
After waking up, Shi Huan briefly explained a few words and then looked at He Ming.
He Ming, who looked strange just now, fell to the ground unconscious.
And the scene she saw before she fell into the illusion seemed to be an illusion.
But...is it really?
Suspicions arose in Shi Huan's heart and she planned to check out He Ming's situation. An Jiusheng pulled her back and gave He Ming a cold look, "Be careful, there is something weird about him."
After seeing the scene just now clearly, An Jiusheng's vigilance towards He Ming could be said to be extremely high now, "You'd better not get close to him."
Sensing the worry in his eyes, Shi Huan raised the corners of his lips and a stern look flashed in his eyes, "Don't worry, I won't be easily fooled again this time."
It is impossible to use the same strategy on her a second time!
With that said, Shi Huan walked up to He Ming, and a blue light emitted from her fingertips and flew to He Ming.
This time, she found no trace of the black mist.
His body relaxed, and his face, which was originally pale due to injury, actually regained some rosiness.
It seems that the black mist just now was lurking in He Ming's body early in order to plot against her.
But what exactly is this thing that can sneak into people's bodies unknowingly and make people fall into illusions?
A trace of doubt flashed through Shi Huan's mind, and when he thought of the black mist pouring out of He Ming's body, his heart became more solemn.
Is Heming really innocent?
And that look in her eyes...did she see it wrong?
Speaking of the illusion, An Jiusheng also thought of the mirror-like scene and the man with all his facial features, and asked solemnly, "Is it possible... that what is in the illusion is real?"
It's just that they ignored or forgot.
Shi Huan was not sure either. He touched his delicate chin and said thoughtfully, "Maybe. Only the mastermind behind all this knows."
Generally speaking, things in illusions are fake, but there are also illusions that are based on the obsessions of people.
While Shi Huan was thinking about it, he realized that Master Qingyu's secret skills were about to disappear.
Feeling the warmth on his body gradually leaving, Shi Huan subconsciously raised his head, and only heard a warning in his ear, "Be careful and come back when you have time."
"Yes, Master!"
Shi Huan nodded in agreement, Master Qingyu said "hmm" and completely cut off the sound transmission.
After a day of twists and turns, Liu Mingyang was frightened and tried, "How about we go back first..."
He Ming's sudden loss of control left a very bad impression on him, and he always felt that he would go crazy again.
When the time comes, they will all be sucked into the black mist, and Liu Mingyang can't guarantee that he can still come out alive.
Shi Huan looked at the sky and saw that it was indeed getting late, so he nodded and said, "Let's go back first."
Lin Zhong pointed at the unconscious He Ming, "Then... what should He Shaodong's family do?"
Shi Huan squinted his eyes, and something strange appeared on his face, "Send him to the hospital first."
Lin Zhong said "Oh", then reacted, pointed at himself and stammered, "No... should I carry him back?"
No!
He doesn't want to be with a bomb that could explode at any moment!
An Jiusheng looked at him, raising his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of meaning in his eyes, "What else?"
Should we let them carry it?
Lin Zhong looked at the people around him, including Young Master An, Madam Young Master, and Young Master Liu... It seemed that he was the only one who was more suitable to carry.
Lin Chong was about to cry but had no tears, so he stepped forward resignedly and carried He Ming on his back.
Seeing his expression as if he had eaten a bitter melon, Shi Huan couldn't help but smile from the corner of his mouth and patted his shoulder comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, He Ming has already passed out."
"Well, young lady, if he wakes up again, you must tell me in time!"
After being comforted by her, Lin Zhong finally looked better. He said with a grimace, "I still have to save my life to serve you."
His voice was plaintive and pitiful, making Shi Huan's eyes suddenly curl up.
She glanced at He Ming, who was still unconscious, and was silent for a while before saying, "Don't worry, he won't be able to make any big waves."