Chapter 747 Fusion

Standing in the center of the corridor, the sinister aura at the corner of my eyebrows condensed into cold frost. My whole body exuded an unknown feeling, and a long shadow swayed on the stairs.

"I can't suppress it anymore..."

The ghost technique was about to break through, so I swept away all the bottom layers, devoured sixty-seven obsessions in a row, and finally reached the limit.

"I'm afraid even if you have a bloody upper body, you won't dare to eat so much in a row, right?"

Wandering on the edge of sanity and madness, every bloodshot in my eyes is filled with murderous intent. I have never been as eager for catharsis as I am now.

I can't smell the blood, I'm almost crazy, my nails are digging into my flesh, only the pain can remind me and keep me slightly awake.

Countless evil thoughts collided in my mind. Greed, gluttony, and the original sin of human nature crowded into my memory, making me blur everything, including time and myself.

The blood vessels are bulging and the body is bursting with scars. Even I don’t know that in the few short months since I became a show host, my body has been covered with scars.

Every hideous wound is a terrifying past. Instigated by negative emotions, the most unbearable memories suppressed in the heart emerge.

I am a murderer, and this is not my first time killing someone!

The taste of blood came out of my mouth, as if I had bitten the tip of my tongue. I felt like there was a monster living in my body, and he was about to break free from the cage and come out of my throat!

The evil-smiling figures of Jiangtou Master, Jiang Long, Chen Jiuge, and the disciples of Sanyin Sect flashed through my mind, and they turned into inner demons and crawled out from the depths of my sea of ​​consciousness.

They gnawed at the memories that belonged to me, and the calm sea of ​​consciousness completely changed at this time. The sky was blood red, the sea water was dark black, and at a glance, it was all killing and crime.

I wanted to shout, but I couldn't make a sound. I longed to kill, but I was afraid of being addicted to it.

To this day, I still remember what Blind Man Liu said to me. If I became a demon, no Buddha would dare to save me.

This is a road from which there is no turning back. Once defeated, there is no way back.

It is easy to become addicted to power. The desire to return to Jiangcheng, as well as the shocking puzzles at every step, all kinds of pressure forced me to use the most extreme way to become stronger.

The judge's eyes are a little abnormal, and the world in my eyes is slowly crawling up with black lines. I know very well that the black thin lines turned into obsessions have not been completely refined, and they are engulfing my body.

This is an extremely dangerous battle. While I am devouring them, they are also devouring me.

All the obsessions in the pig cage apartment are actually a whole, representing the unwilling resentment of the tens of thousands of people who died in Longchang. Unfortunately, I realized it a little too late. The first resentment started to be eaten by myself, and this battle between tens of thousands of people began. has started.

I need strength, and my heart is shrouded in desire. To a certain extent, my sea of ​​consciousness has become a hotbed of obsession.

They want to be reborn in my body, and by then my fate will probably be worse than that of a tenant in a red building. I will become a monster who only knows how to kill, a complete lunatic.

"This is a conspiracy. Even if I know that swallowing obsession will cause all kinds of disasters, I have no choice."

The blood eventually flowed out, and from my own palm, drops fell to the ground, but the heartbreaking pain could only bring me a few seconds of wakefulness.

Walking alone, I stood in the corridor with ventilation on all sides, my scarred body undergoing the most brutal torture.

Evil thoughts came over me, shaking my foundation.

Live broadcasting for more than a dozen times, running around on the run, for what on earth?

What is the meaning of wandering about life and death again and again?

Be an actor in front of the screen?

Or to satisfy your own humble vanity?

I am a murderer, my hands are stained with blood, I should kneel in front of the tombstone and ask for mercy.

Do you feel at ease?

Spanning two provinces, wanted orders are scattered in thirty-six cities. Even when staying in a hotel, they have to wear human skin masks and hide here and there like mice. They live a lowly and useless life!

Is it worth it?

What on earth am I doing?

To find a truth that may not even exist? Or is it to prove that you are extraordinary?

Walking on this eternally dark road to save the murderers who pushed me into the abyss?

This is not what I want!

Too tired, I should give up.

His nails dug into his own flesh, causing pain in his heart. His teeth drew blood from his bite, and sweat slid down his bulging blood vessels.

My face was ferocious, and it was no longer what it was before. I was like an evil ghost, walking between the crescent moon and the mud.

My heart longs for brightness, but it is only suitable to hide in the darkest and deepest night.

My clenched fist slowly loosened, and the pain subsided. My eyes were intertwined with fine black threads. They seemed to be sewing my eyes shut and sealing my heart. Maybe when the last memory was swallowed, the world would Only the name Gao Jian is left.

I'm not unwilling, and I don't know how to be sad. It's just that I feel a little uncomfortable when I suddenly give up on something that I have insisted on for so long.

The nails were slowly pulled out from the depths of the palms, and blood flowed downwards from the fingertips. Just when I was about to stop, strands of black hair gently wrapped my palm, and a cold but familiar feeling tightened my hand.

I can feel a little uneasiness and panic from the black hair, and there is a child-like figure in my field of vision. He is thin and pale, and has a natural dependence on me.

"Destiny ghost."

Linked by life, he is the most loyal shadow to me, but I am the whole world to him.

What he saw was what I experienced.

I felt an inexplicable pain in my heart. This feeling was worse than the nails digging into the bones!

I should have died with just one jump on the dam. How can a person who has lost everything have the right to be sentimental?

All the memories related to Ming Gui seem to have broken free from some kind of shackles and emerged from the dark sea of ​​consciousness: surviving in the cracks of Henshan Mental Hospital, fighting to the death with Dacheng Ming Gui in Century Xinyuan, and holding him back in the Ghost Paradise with his own strength. The mirror ghosts in the entire maze took me out of the maze with my eyes tightly closed. I died for my life in the river dam, and I was born against my fate in the ghost refining formation in the ten directions!

Too many memories kept emerging, stirring up the dark sea of ​​consciousness and giving me a moment of clarity.

The black hair held my hand tightly, as if afraid that I would leave, and there was an ominous atmosphere around me, but the thin ghost behind me that looked like my shadow slowly walked toward me and stood side by side with me.

He said nothing but said everything.

My eyes were moved, with frost and rain, and a hint of guilt.

In order to see him clearly, I tried my best to open my eyes wide, and the world seemed a little clearer. The black thread blocking my sight was still twisting, but it could not cover the place where the ghost stood.

The black hair wrapped around all my wounds, slowing down the speed of my decline, but the obsession was still causing chaos in my mind and consciousness.

Human beings have desires, and my desires were exploited by the obsession of the deceased in Longchang Apartment. I have killed people, and I have an extreme desire to become stronger. This is an undeniable fact. They just seized on the loopholes in my thoughts and kept Launch the most violent attack.

I feel like a castaway floating on the sea, being dragged continuously into the bottomless sea.

The sky is red and the sea is black. I can see where the ghost is, but I can't catch him.

There was no light around me, it was pitch black, and even the ghost of fate was shrouded in it.

My memory is still being eroded by obsession, and my past has become even more blurry. I seem to have experienced similar situations. The pain of losing memory is even worse than being cut by a knife!

Pieces of memories dissolve into obsession like snowflakes, and black threads bloom like mandala flowers in my sea of ​​consciousness.

Everything seemed to be irreversible, flowers bloomed all over the world, and the remaining black threads intertwined into spiked rhizomes and penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness. They chased me, trying to pierce my body and completely turn me into nourishment.

Sinking seemed to be a foregone conclusion, my thinking was affected, and many things were being forgotten.

The process of forgetting is slow, so slow that I can see the memories disappearing with my own eyes.

The black waves lapped at the scattered memory fragments, and my mind stared at them blankly.

The black threads in the sea of ​​consciousness were still spreading. Suddenly, they gathered at a certain place. Hundreds of threads began to converge. Their target seemed to be just an ordinary fragment of memory.

The waves started, and tens of thousands of black threads couldn't erase that memory.

My eyes were also attracted, and my mind was unconsciously immersed in that memory.

Heavy rains are raging and floods are surging!

On the 41-meter-high river dam, she was covered in blood, as if she was wearing a blood-red wedding dress.

She dragged her frail body and faced the roaring waves alone.

She was holding a sharp knife and was picking out the rusted iron needles one by one.

She looked at me with an unprecedented tenderness in her eyes.

She left me one last smile, pure and reassuring.

"Gao Jian, remember to wait for me!"

Blood spattered on the sharp edge, her slender fingers raised the Order Usurper's token, the red luan flew, and the first ray of light pierced the dawn shone on her body.

The memory buried deep in my heart reappeared again, and my body was trembling slightly at this moment. Those two words that I didn't want to mention and that I didn't know how to face were blurted out at this time without any hesitation.

"Xiao Feng!"

The memory seemed to have opened a lock, and the sea of ​​consciousness was churning. At the same time, the Hexin Jade on my neck suddenly exploded, and a warm, thick, earth-like power penetrated into my heart.

As if there was a connection between the minds, the sea of ​​consciousness and the mind began to vibrate at the same time.

Scene after scene kept flashing through my mind, faster and faster, and evil thoughts continued to arise. The two merged, and the memory was completely mixed with the evil thoughts. It was as if I had gone through countless reincarnations and experienced the despair and death of tens of thousands of people. read.

With the fusion of memory and obsession, all the black threads representing obsessions in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared. Some of them sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and some of them circulated throughout my body, and finally penetrated into the eighteen vaginal orifices around me!

Reincarnation is difficult to understand, but I felt the aura of reincarnation in the obsession of the tragic victims in the pig cage apartment.

Ghosts exist in the world and have not entered reincarnation, mostly because they have unresolved obsessions. Now I have swallowed up nearly a hundred obsessions that have existed for decades. In the world of life and death, I finally opened the door to the fifth level of ghost arts!