Two hundred and sixty-two. Monsters who play with illusions greedily watch
Ai Min, who was always paying attention to Lu Li, suddenly grabbed his palm.
"Nothing is real." Ai Min grabbed Lu Li's hand and left the water, and said seriously: "No matter what you see, what you hear...or think about it: you are on a boat now, and there are many things around you that can create illusions.
monster, and what you saw could not be here."
Lu Li remained silent and looked at the lake again. The beautiful faces under the water had disappeared, leaving only the group of newly dead demons wandering in the clear lake water.
After calming down his emotions, Lu Li grabbed the oar and paddled.
"It's not me, your death has nothing to do with me..."
On the wooden boat, the woman who had spotted the first dead demon disappearing at the bottom of the lake kept retreating in fear. She tripped over the side of the boat and fell into the lake. In the blink of an eye, she was wrapped by the first dead demon and dragged into the deep water.
Besides Lu Li and Ai Min, there were three other passengers left on the wooden boat.
But they have been entangled in illusions, screaming in chaos, and may jump into the water at any time.
or attack other people.
A middle-aged man suddenly pulled out a dagger from his bag and swung it forward as if he was seeing something terrifying - his wife was sitting there. The woman in a patchwork floral dress had her throat slit and was holding her hands.
The blood spurting out of his throat made a gurgling sound, and he fell into the lake in pain.
"Get away! You monsters, stay away from my wife!"
The middle-aged man seemed to be protecting someone behind his body, and continued to wave the blood-stained sharp dagger, threatening the non-existent enemy in front of him.
"Stand there and don't move! Please... don't jump... no!!!"
Another old man prayed. Another old man threw away his crutches and jumped out of the boat——
The sound of falling water sounded, and ripples appeared on the lake. The sinking old man's face suddenly felt relieved and relaxed, as if he had seen something, and allowed the first dead demon to drag him to the bottom of the lake.
Now there is only a middle-aged man left on the wooden boat who killed his wife but thought he was protecting her.
"No! Catherine!!!"
The wooden boat shook violently, and trembling ripples appeared on the side of the boat. The man suddenly let out a heart-rending scream, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared and rushed towards the bow of the boat to stab the dagger.
puff--
There was an inaudible soft sound, then a brief struggle, and finally a splash into the water.
Lu Li wanted to turn around, but was stopped by a soft, blood-stained palm.
"It's all settled, there are only two of us left on the boat... focus on rowing, don't worry, don't think blindly, you have the oar in your hand, and you haven't lost your direction." Ai Min's slightly panting voice sounded from behind.
Everything in front of your eyes may be fake, everything in your ears may be fake, and everything you feel may be fake.
Maybe Lu Li was spinning on the lake, maybe he was the only one left on the wooden boat, maybe he had touched "Anna's" palm under the lake and was sinking to the bottom of the lake.
Anything can happen, so being overly suspicious and cautious may actually get you killed at this time.
Lu Li nodded silently and continued rowing towards the other shore.
"Aren't you affected by the First Death Demon?" he asked.
Out of the corner of my eye I could still see the silhouettes of the group lingering around the ship.
"The ability inherited from my family's bloodline, we are born psychics." Ai Min, who comes from the exorcist family of the Main Continent, calmed down her breathing and said slowly: "The power of the bloodline from my ancestors makes my perception stronger.
Keen and able to distinguish between illusion and reality.”
"They will transform what you are thinking into an illusion. The more you think about it, the more real it becomes. Just like a prey trapped in a spider's web, the harder it struggles, the tighter it becomes. So let go of your thoughts and try not to imagine or think."
"I see."
Lu Li did the same thing.
Perhaps due to the benefits brought by his high humanity, the illusion that invaded Lu Li was always weak. Like before, Anna's clear cheeks and whispers were only once, but after that, only the vague sounds that did not belong to this world haunted him.
Lu Li could easily distinguish them, so he was not affected by the First Death Demon again.
The screams in the air at Guangjing Lake became less and less.
The undead demons have not dispersed yet, but the passengers and boatmen on other ferry boats have disappeared.
Shocked people gathered on the shore in the distance, but their voices could not reach here.
Silence once again occupied this mirror-like calm lake. Except for the sound of paddles stirring the lake water, there was only the sound of breathing on the wooden boat.
Lu Li's own breathing.
No Emin.
Lu Li's paddling hands paused slightly. After rowing the oar again, he looked back.
Emin sat behind her and turned her head to look at the world's back mountains in the distance. It seemed a bit beautiful. However, there was a dagger that was completely embedded in the chest of her black cloak. The blood stained the cloth and it was difficult to distinguish the color.
"Emin?"
Lu Li pressed the holster of his gun with his palm.
"What's wrong, Mr. Lu Li?" Ai Min retracted her gaze and looked at Lu Li inquiringly.
"You're hurt."
"Did you see anything?"
Ai Min lowered her head following Lu Li's gaze, touched her chest, and passed her palm near the wound, her fingertips stained with blood. But she
As if he couldn't see the wound or feel the pain, he raised his head and said helplessly: "I'm fine. Mr. Lu Li, you must be thinking that something happened to me, right?"
"Um."
Lu Li did have this thought: "But now I realize that this is an illusion, but it still exists."
Ai Min was slightly startled, then looked down at her chest again, stretched out her hand to touch it, and murmured: "Am I in the illusion, or are you in the illusion..."
Lu Li couldn't be sure.
Just like he couldn't tell whether Emin's injury was an illusion or real.
Or maybe Emin herself is her own illusion, maybe she fell into the Mirror Lake long before that.
Truth and falsehood are entangled by the First Death Demon and cannot be untangled.
Lu Li picked up the holster, hoping that the psychic gun could help unravel the truth and falsehood of Chancheng's thread.
He had been avoiding using psychic guns before. Because when Lu Li sensed them, they could also sense Lu Li.
"careful!"
At this time, Ai Min suddenly looked behind Lu Li and shouted a warning in panic.
There was a splash of water behind him, but before Lu Li could turn around, he was hit hard on the back of his head and his consciousness fell out of his body.
Lu Li fell in the cabin, his face pressed against the damp side of the ship. Before he fell into coma, his eyes that had not been closed allowed him to dimly see the scene that happened in front of him.
"No...go away...you monster..."
As if seeing a terrifying scene, Ai Min stepped back with a look of fear on her face and tripped over the side of the ship.
The moment she fell into the lake, panic still remained on her delicate face, and then everything disappeared with the sound of splashing water.
Lu Li's consciousness also sank deep into the depths.
The violently shaking wooden boats returned to calm as time went by. The outlines under the lake surface gradually dived back to the bottom of the lake, leaving only a few empty wooden boats floating silently on the clear mirror lake.
One of the wooden boats carried a huddled figure, drifting with the current like a cradle to the other shore.