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I was already trembling with fear, as if I was no longer my usual self. Here, I could only be tortured by ghosts like they were. My eyes were filled with human misery, and I didn't even have the courage to run away.

At this moment, a few ghosts came towards me, and I stared at them with my eyes wide, not knowing what they were going to do. One of them held a mirror and looked at me with it, while the other one in a robe said, "When this man was alive, he abandoned his children. After saying that, a few ghosts came over and pulled me away.

The ghosts had me tied up in a large square stone trough with a stone the same size as the stone trough hanging by a rope, and the ghost next to me said, "Execute." Another ghost cut the rope with his saber. I watched the big rock fall down, but my body couldn't move. When the big rock hit my body, I suddenly woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was Nan Ke and Yi Meng. I was still sitting at the table with the lights on in the room, and I was still immersed in the illusion for a long time. When I came back to my senses and looked at the people around me, they were all still in shock.

They all left without a word. I stood up and patted Brother Hua on the shoulder. "I'm going back." Brother Hua turned his head, his eyes glazed over, and he slowly opened his mouth to say: "Ah!"

After leaving his house and being blown by the wind, I woke up. To my surprise, I felt like I was reborn. I didn't even dare to recall what I experienced because the feeling of despair was really too strong.

Bewildered, I returned to the shop. Senior sister rubbed her eyes as she opened the door for me and asked, "Why is it so late?" I said perfunctorily that I had gone too far, that I had gone upstairs to bed, that I felt sore all over, as if I were very tired, that I had not done any manual labor today, and that my body had been doing very well all along, and I had not felt this tiredness in a long time. Fortunately, I did not dream when I slept, and I rarely had any strange dreams these days.

After a night of sleep, my body didn't feel much better. As Senior Sister was preparing breakfast, I feebly greeted Senior Sister. Seeing me like this, Senior Sister asked in surprise, "Junior Brother, did you not sleep well last night? Your eyes are blue." I took out the mirror and found that the person in it was exactly as my senior said, and worse than what she said. The area around my eyes was dark, my eyelids were drooping, and my face was ashen, almost like someone who had been smoking for a long time.

"Senior sister, I don't know what's going on either." I was a little incoherent as I was conflicted over whether or not I should tell Senior Sister about what happened last night. What's the use of saying it, it would only make Senior Sister follow me in a hurry.

My vision went dark and I didn't even have the strength to stand. I plopped down on the chair, my internal organs rolling and sweating all over my body. I quickly lay on the table with my eyes tightly closed, otherwise I would have vomited.

Senior sister caressed my head and pulled out my left hand. Her middle finger and ring finger rested on my wrist. She said worriedly, "Junior brother, your pulse is very weak."

After that, Senior Sister helped me lie down on the bed and warned me, "Don't go to school today, I'll give you a leave of absence later." I nodded. After a while, Senior Sister brought me a bowl of porridge and a few buns. She looked at me worriedly and said, "Junior Brother, I'll call Master back later." I didn't want to talk, so I just nodded and went downstairs to call the school.

I forced myself to pick up a bun and stuffed it into my mouth. Originally, I liked eating buns, but when I bit into the meat stuffing, I suddenly felt a fishy smell. I immediately vomited out the bun in my mouth along with the things in my stomach that I hadn't digested until my tears and snot flowed down my face.

When Senior Sister heard the sound, she hurriedly ran over and saw that I was vomiting all over the ground. I went downstairs and picked up a broom and a trash can to clean up the dirty things I vomited. Looking at Senior Sister's busy appearance, I felt very upset.

Senior Sister went downstairs to get me a leave of absence, then called Master and told him about my situation. Although I didn't want to trouble Master, seeing myself like this, it would probably be difficult to drag it out any longer. It might have something to do with what happened last night, so I could only place my hopes on Master.

Countless people are suffering, innumerable monsters and monsters are wantonly torturing people. The people there seem to be no different from beasts, they don't even know how to speak or resist, they only emit waves of screams and howls, and at most, they can only shout out simple words such as "save me" or "suffer". I sank into this nightmare for a moment, and woke up breathing heavily.

When Senior Sister saw that I couldn't eat anymore and even made me some porridge, I didn't even have the strength to carry the bowl anymore. Senior Sister fed me one mouthful at a time, and I finally managed to eat a bowl of porridge, while Senior Sister happily went downstairs to fill my stomach with food after seeing that I had eaten it. She just got up and hadn't come down the stairs yet, and I felt a wave of nausea.

Master came over and held my hand, and I felt that Master's hand was very cold. It seemed that Master was also very anxious, although he was very anxious, on the surface he was still very calm. He calmly said, "It's fine, Haozi. Don't worry, just tell me what happened last night."

I repeated what I had experienced last night to Master on and off. I went out of the school, went to Qi Fenghua's house, and ate cake together with him. Someone took out a small bottle of corpse oil, and after seeing countless ghosts torture people, Master listened to what I had to say with a frown, nodded, and said, "I know what's going on now, don't worry Haozi, you'll be fine very soon."

Master told me that the original kind of corpse oil was real, and that the corpse oil was extracted from the corpse, after death, using the burning corpse's chin, where the corpse oil is the most easily collected, especially from obese corpses, especially from people with double chins, it is easier to collect corpse oil from the chin after death, the corpse oil has the ability to control the dead, weakening yang energy, and it is precisely because of this that some people use corpse oil to carry out some evil arts, the Thai mages practice this kind of evil arts more, through corpse oil to drive the ghosts, and this kind of evil arts have injuries and injuries, and people who practice this kind of evil arts are very easy to be devoured, most of them did not end well.

Last night's so-called Ghosts Summoning game, in essence, is to reduce the Yang energy in the fixed area through the use of oil, so it is very easy to attract the nearby ghost, some people's own Yang energy is not easily disturbed, and mine is clearly the type that is easily harassed. The horrible scene I saw at that time, is also a way for the ghost to vent its anger, my master told me, in the illusion world, don't be afraid, constantly telling myself that everything I see is fake.

Suddenly, a person appeared in my mind. She was wearing a yellow coat and had a ponytail, and she had a relaxed smile on her face, and I didn't realize what was so special about her at the time. Looking back, I felt a wave of fear, when all the people were under the candlelight, the shadows would sway with the candlelight, and the girl actually didn't have a shadow, which meant that when I entered that room, I had entered the illusion created by the ghost, which meant that the ghost clearly saw that I was different, and I wasn't on guard at all.

At the thought of this, my mind was in chaos again, my internal organs were in turmoil, I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling turning like a lantern, spinning, I lost consciousness.

In the midst of my confusion, the screams kept coming from my ears, sounding even more miserable and painful than the last time I heard them, and when the fog cleared and I saw with horror more ghosts around me, and more people being abused, and I was alone, and there was no place to hide, and soon I was discovered by them, and they were dragging me like a chick, and two of them were pulling at my mouth, and one of them was holding me with a pair of pincers and breaking all my teeth, and then they were holding me, pulling my tongue out, and not breaking it, and my mouth was filled with blood, and I was screaming, and they were dragging me like a chick, and I couldn't move my tongue.

Next, the ghosts pulled me to a stone grinder and stuffed my hand in. A ghost started pushing the grinder, and I saw my arm being grinded into mincemeat as it fell from the edge of the grinder. The pain was so real that even though I tried to struggle, it was useless.

After crushing off my arms, the ghosts pulled me to a large bronze pillar and tied me to it. Several ghosts stuffed firewood into the pillar, and the fire soon grew large enough for the pillar to burn out. The pillar behind me grew hotter and hotter, and soon, black smoke began to emit sizzling sounds.

Then I was thrown into a frying pan, and when I came out I was bitten by a pack of dogs. Then I was chopped into pieces by a bunch of ghosts with an axe, and my body was chopped into pieces.

I didn't know how much time had passed, or how many punishments I'd been subjected to, but this place didn't seem to be able to see the rise and fall of the sun or the moon, nor did I feel any change in Yin and Yang. I had been suffering endless pain all this time, and gradually, I lost track of time, and my memories of the past became more and more blurry, but I could vaguely remember someone saying to me, "Don't be afraid, as long as you're not afraid, nothing will hurt you." I don't know who it was, except that it was someone very important to me.

After a month, or a year, or even ten years, I was tormented to the point of going insane. Suddenly, someone descended from the sky, knocked over the ghost beside me and pulled me away.

I didn't say anything for a long time, and for a while, I didn't know who he was, so I could only make 'ah ah' sounds. I had an impression of the faces of the people pulling me, as if I had seen them a long, long time ago, in a place where no one or ghosts could be found. He stopped and asked me, "Do you know who I am?"