Chapter 141 Too Real

The hungry ghost looked like a middle-aged woman. Her eyes had disappeared and turned into two red dots. Her body was as skinny as a mummy. Her whole body was covered with tooth marks of different sizes, looking like she had been bitten to death.

The sub-personality threw the two girls on the ground, raised the knife, and slashed the dagger across the woman's neck. Weird things happened again. The sub-personality couldn't touch them, and Ye Tingbai didn't look in the eyes of the hungry ghost. He looked straight at Li Xiaoxiao rushed forward.

The sub-personality reached out to block it, and those sharp fangs pierced the skin, and blood dripped on Li Xiaoxiao's face. The warm blood woke up the girl. She opened her confused eyes and saw the monster close at hand. , screamed desperately.

And it was this scream that seemed to attract more hungry ghosts. There was no other way. The protagonist took control of the body, kicked the woman away, jumped on her, and stabbed the dagger directly into the woman's eye socket. Twist it twice.

He didn't know what the situation was like with this kind of monster. This was not the first time he had encountered it. Only the main personality could touch it, while the sub-personality could only be attacked. It was very frustrating.

Although they were using the same weapon, the difference was huge. If possible, Ye Tingbai really didn't want to fight.

The hungry ghosts in this yard have been hacked to death, but there are still two losers outside.

Sub-personality: "Two on the left and three in front. According to their speed, there is basically no danger. You can rush out and rescue the two of them."

After hearing this, the protagonist no longer hesitated. He rushed out of the yard and grabbed the two boys by their feet and dragged them into the yard. But on their way back to the yard, a new hungry ghost appeared out of thin air. He now had two hands. They were all occupied, and there was no way to resist, so they could only dodge sideways.

But the little fat man behind him was unlucky. The evil ghost bit him on the thigh and tore off a piece of bright red flesh. Ye Tingbai swung it hard and threw the four-eyed boy into the yard first.

The little fat man was still wailing, attracting too many evil spirits. He found a roll of tape in his hand, tied his mouth to death, and threw him into the courtyard. He closed the wooden door and held it behind the door, so that the hungry ghosts could not After passing through the wooden door, I kept scratching and scratching, and the fragile wooden board was about to break.

Ye Tingbai closed his eyes, and the white lines in his hand surged. The door panel shattered in half with a violent tremor, and the half-embodied weapon was shattered. He wanted to manifest a gun, but it took too long, and he I had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and directly realized the simplest watermelon knife.

The bloody nature of the protagonist's personality was also stimulated by these evil ghosts. Adrenaline was secreted sharply, and he didn't know where the courage came from. He actually used the watermelon knife and chopped it out. His physical fitness was still there, and it was simply impossible to chop these useless wood. Don't be too simple.

Broken arms, flying heads, and corpses filled the door. Several children were frightened and went crazy. Ye Tingbai never thought that one day he would be so violent. Maybe these so-called evil ghosts were too weak and moved slowly. Like an old man in his seventies or eighties, his body is as fragile as dry wood.

Their only special estimate is that they cannot be touched by normal people, which no longer works in front of the main personality.

There were no signs of the hungry ghost's revival in a short period of time. The four children had already woken up, hugging each other and shivering. Ye Tingbai began to treat the little fat man's wounds.

"Don't move, your legs will be chopped off if you move!"

Ye Tingbai had just finished killing more than a dozen hungry ghosts, and the murderous aura in his body had not receded. The little fat man did not dare to say a word. He tried to use his imagination to treat the little fat man, but he found that he could not do it. This world was different from what he had been exposed to before. The spiritual world is completely different.

It's so real, so real that it's unbelievable. The vastness of the world and the subtle reactions of various characters are not like the spiritual world of a second-level criminal judge.

What is the nature of the spiritual world? It is a special world built with the Three Views of the Convict as the core, mixed with her own contamination. It is an imaginary world, and basically all operations in such a world are based on the Convict. My brain serves as the core.

You can think of the brain of the crime master as the CPU of this world. Everything you do in this world will be processed by the core and then displayed. And this world, from the slightest disturbance to the largest emotional fluctuations of the characters, is truly terrifying. If Unless Ye Tingbai was convinced that he was in the spiritual world, he would not be able to detect any difference between this place and reality.

If the dream is perfectly controlled by you, and the dream is extremely real, what is the use of reality?

Even the spiritual worlds of Si Youxu and Bishop Su Mi were not so real.

There was no way to directly repair his body. Ye Tingbai could only make some medicines and bandages to temporarily stop his bleeding. However, the fat man was bitten so hard that the blood kept flowing. Fortunately, the sub-personality has a strong influence on the human body. After much research, he performed a minor operation.

Then Ye Tingbai materialized a few more steel bars and reinforced the wooden door. After doing all this, Ye Tingbai was about to pass out. Whether it was fighting or materializing items, he was consuming his energy.

Seeing several primary school students crying non-stop, Ye Tingbai couldn't help but laugh.

"You know you're scared now. The energy you had before to seek death is still there. I'll take a rest first. I can't bear it anymore."

Ye Tingbai used his last energy to create a pile of bread, gave it to several people as rations, and then fell asleep.

It wasn't until about seven o'clock in the evening that he was woken up by Li Xiaoxiao. When he woke up, he found that he was lying on someone's lap and had slept all day. When he saw Ye Tingbai wake up, Li Xiaoxiao first said thank you and then pointed out. Pointing to the door.

During the day, the sub-personality blocked her mouth with his body, which was all seen by her. Although Li Xiaoxiao was pampered by the Yangcheng gang, he had a good look at Ye Tingbai. The favorability increased dramatically.

Ye Tingbai listened carefully, and people began to walk around outside the door again. Seeing that it was getting late, he knew that he couldn't stay in the village anymore. Even if he went to spend the night in a broken car at the entrance of the village, it would be better than staying in this ghost village. Medium to strong.

Ye Tingbai manifested a miniature pistol before going out. He had roughly figured out the rules for manifesting items. The first was the size, and then the precision. Relatively speaking, things like power were less important. For example, a A precision switchblade consumes similar energy as a miniature pistol.

Although machetes are large in size, they are faster to implement because of their simplicity.

Ye Tingbai didn't want to hide the ability to manifest objects from a few people. After all, they were virtual in the first place, just part of Li Xiaoxiao's memory. Ye Tingbai put the pistol on his waist, picked up the machete, and prepared to go out. .

"You three hold on to the little fat guy and follow me closely."

Several people were really timid. When they saw Ye Tingbai trying to get out, they all retreated. They were indeed the top of the list of timid people.

Pick up last time

The craze for worship derived from the foreign gods in the dreamland gradually expanded. These ignorant Second Age humans not only forgot the local gods, but also switched to the subordinates of the foreign gods.

In the eyes of the outside gods, these humans are just bugs and ants, and they don't care. However, humans have shown an almost crazy desire to explore the sudden mysteries and unknowns.

Some people can even see gods and hallucinations in their dreams, and without exception these people are crazy.

The Outer Gods find these little bugs who are not afraid of death very interesting. They confuse humans to develop believers in their dreams, but the competition for faith is eternal, even among the Outer Gods.

Battles of faith happen all the time.

The Second Era evolved from an era of extreme worship of science to an era where all people fell into a dream.

Everyone wants to catch a glimpse of the true face of God through dreams. Factories are abandoned, scientific research has stopped, and the entire world has begun to decline.

The blind attempts of countless people overwhelmed the dreamland, and the power of the outer gods began to leak, and the initial pollution appeared.

To be continued