Chapter 1950: True and False

There was another burst of nausea for no reason. It was as if he was isolated in a transparent hood.

After a breath, Sun Yuan's voice seemed to approach quickly from a distant place, reaching her ears.

"Qin Shuang, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

"What happened?" Qin Shuang looked at Sun Yuan with some puzzlement.

Sun Yuan pointed to Qin Shuang's right knee and said, "What are you thinking? You don't even know that the heart cone fell from your hand?"

"Heart cone?"

Qin Shuang was stunned, and looked down at her right hand, which was empty. Then he saw the half-foot-long heart cone lying on the ground in front of his right knee. It seems that when Qin Shuang was distracted, she fell to the ground.

Qin Shuang suddenly felt creepy, she clearly remembered that she threw the heart awl out just now, and the sharp howling sound that pierced the sky was still remembered in her ears. What made Qin Shuang's heart palpitate even more was that the voice that spoke behind her just now was definitely not Sun Yuan's voice, the voice just now was deep and hoarse, and trembling a little bit.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed down his emotions, reached out and picked up the heart awl and said:

"Nothing happened, I accidentally dropped it."

"I'm back!"

Yuguanting's voice sounded, and Qin Shuang turned her head to look, and saw Yuguanting walking back with a dozen people carrying the chopped wood. Sun Yuan and Nian Gengju went up to meet them, started to light a fire, and set up the packed monsters.

Qin's eyes flickered, and Yang Linglong communicated with her spiritual sense: "Senior, you just saw me throwing the heart awl out, didn't you?"

"I don't know." Yang Linglong's voice sounded.

"Did you not see it, or didn't you pay attention?" Qin Shuang's heart was a little hairy.

"It should be...not paying attention." Yang Linglong's voice hesitated: "I'm recovering, so I didn't pay attention to my surroundings."

Qin Shuang fell into deep thought.

Could it be that he was really dreaming just now?

Her face became cloudy, and she firmly believed that she must have thrown the cone just now,

But why did you come back by yourself?

"Sun Yuan!" Qin Shuang shouted.

"Here we come." Sun Yuan ran over and looked at Qin Shuang.

"Did you just see the awl fall from my hand?"

"Yes!" Sun Yuan nodded and said, "I walked to your side and saw the heart cone fall from your hand."

"It's okay!" Qin Shuang said lightly.

"Are you...really okay?" Sun Yuan looked at Qin Shuang suspiciously.

"It's all right! You can go to the barbecue."

Sun Yuan nodded, turned and left, Qin Shuang's expression instantly became extremely gloomy. What is it that can control his own memory?

If you control your memory, it means that you didn't throw the cone at all, you just let yourself think you threw the cone, but in fact, the cone just fell from your hand.

If he didn't control his own memory, then he controlled Sun Yuan's memory. He did throw the awl out, but Sun Yuan thought that the awl fell from his hand.

but……

If the heart cone was really thrown, how did it come back?

Qin Shuang sighed, got up and came to the campfire, waiting for the barbecue to be cooked.

It was completely dark, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and the strong wind became more and more violent, making a roar like a tsunami.

The bonfire swayed and sparks flew everywhere.

The meat has been roasted, and everyone ate happily. Qin Shuang also ate a piece, and then lost her mind. After thinking about it, she finally released her consciousness and spread towards the village. She wanted to see what Dian Gongrong and the others were doing.

Qin Shuang's consciousness quickly spread to the front of the courtyard door, then entered the courtyard door, and spread towards the door of the room.

Then I saw monks in every room upstairs and downstairs. Qin Shuang's consciousness was swept away, and she came to a room where Dian Gongrong and An Shicong were sitting.

"Have you found that ghost yet?" Qin Shuang transmitted her voice through her divine sense.

"Not yet!" Dian Gongrong said: "We searched every room, but we never found the ghost again. We are going to rest here for the night. Look, we are eating."

"You still have to be careful, there is always a weird feeling here. By the way, Senior Brother An, haven't you cast spells to find that ghost again?"

"The spell has been cast!" An Shicong said, "But no ghosts came out. Are there any problems with you?"

"I don't know if this is a problem." Qin Shuang said in a low tone, "Do you still remember that headache?"

"Remember, what's wrong?"

"I threw it out. But it came back to my feet without anyone noticing."

"Unknown?" An Shicong asked in surprise, "Are you joking?"

"I'm not kidding."

Qin Shuang said seriously. Then she stood up from the bonfire, walked a few steps towards the direction of the small village, looked in the direction of the small village, in front of her was the gray and silent village, behind her was the red bonfire, and two dozen A monk who talks and laughs enthusiastically.

"I literally threw it out, I trust my memory..."

As soon as Qin Shuang's spiritual consciousness said this, she suddenly opened her mouth wide. Her pupils were dilated due to fright. In her field of vision, she saw a familiar figure flying crazily across the small village. come out.

With a shoulder-length recovery, an extremely pale face, a blue dress, and a fairy sword in his hand. The whole person exudes an aura of extreme panic.

That's An Shicong!

There was blood on his body, and he was in a panic in panic. At this time, he had rushed out of the gate of the small village, ran towards Qin Shuang, and shouted in fear:

"Qin Shuang, run, it is chasing you."

"Qin Shuang, why don't you talk anymore?" In the house in the village surrounded by Qin Shuang, An Shicong said with a smile:

"Look, we got some mushrooms, so we don't have anything to eat. Even wild mushrooms are so delicious."

Qin Shuang's consciousness clearly saw An Shicong and Dian Gongrong drinking mushroom soup, but his eyes saw An Shicong rushing towards her crazily. A coolness surged along the spine, and instantly rushed to the top of the head, and the whole scalp was numb.

How is this going?

Consciousness...eyes...

"Qin Shuang, hurry... run..."

An Shicong seemed to be seriously injured, or perhaps too frightened. When he ran in front of Qin Shuang, he staggered and fell towards Qin Shuang.

However, Qin Shuang didn't dare to reach out to help him at all, but took two steps back. She couldn't distinguish An Shicong in her consciousness and vision, which one was real and which one was fake, her expression was full of alert.

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