Chapter 83 Illusion (Patreon)

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Yang Haoran was fearless because he knew the attacks of the evil spirit would have no effect on him, but what happened next left him stunned.

The dense strands of hair, sharp as needles, easily pierced his skin, penetrated his body, blood spurted, intense pain struck, his facial expression stiffened, then his eyes went black, and he collapsed straight to the ground.

The fact that the evil spirit's hair could cause real harm to him—how was this possible!

This was absolutely impossible!

Yang Haoran couldn't believe it. Based on his understanding of the evil spirit, it was absolutely impossible for it to achieve this.

But how else could the current situation be explained? He had been riddled with holes by the evil spirit's hair, the blood flowing, the excruciating pain—all so real!

He even faintly heard the voices of Wang Yiming and Ma Ling calling out to him, voices gradually fading, his consciousness starting to blur!

Just then, as if he suddenly remembered something, his tightly shut eyes snapped open, and the ghost eye, which had stopped emitting Yin Qi, now emanated black Yin Qi once again.

The wounds on his body still existed, blood still flowing, but Yang Haoran, who suddenly understood something, no longer paid any attention to the wounds or the blood after grasping this insight.

"All of this is an illusion, not real. Setting illusions is the evil spirit's specialty!"

Yang Haoran thought to himself like this. Although the wounds on his body still existed, the piercing pain disappeared completely after he understood this issue, as if it had never occurred.

Even though he had understood this issue, there was still one thing that shocked him immensely: when did he fall into the illusion?

He had been extremely vigilant all along, yet even so, he fell into the illusion set by the evil spirit. And he didn't even know how he fell into the illusion, which was the scariest part.

Seeing Yang Haoran standing up from the pool of blood, Wang Yiming and Ma Ling beside him showed signs of excitement and concern, asking about his injuries.

To their warmth, Yang Haoran merely glanced at them coldly, saying nothing.

The reason for his sudden coldness in attitude was only one: in his eyes, Ma Ling and Wang Yiming, who cared so much about him, were highly likely not real.

Sure enough, upon closer examination by the ghost eye, Yang Haoran spotted the problem: there was a faint spiritual light emanating from the surface of Ma Ling and Wang Yiming's bodies, a manifestation of the power within them. But now, there was no spiritual light emanating from either of them, and even the fluctuations of power could no longer be sensed.

Yang Haoran's indifference puzzled Ma Ling and Wang Yiming, who seemed quite bewildered. However, at this moment, the overwhelming strands of hair struck again.

This time, not only did they target Yang Haoran, but Ma Ling and Wang Yiming were also within the attack range.

"Be careful!"

Wang Yiming shouted a warning and immediately consecutively summoned several talismans to intercept the approaching hair, seemingly attempting to block the attacks of the red-robed evil spirit with his talismans.

Ma Ling was not idle either. She directly smashed the black leather box in her hand towards the hair, opting for a straightforward approach.

As for Yang Haoran, this time he did nothing, letting the overwhelming strands of hair come at him.

At this moment, he was certain that all of this was just an illusion, like a dream. If it were real, even if he hadn't died, he would definitely not have the strength to stand up. And the fact that he was still alive now only indicated that all of this was an illusion.

The talismans were submerged by the hair, the miraculous talismans failing to block the hair's attack. Ma Ling's black leather box fared even worse; the moment it touched the hair, it was pierced and torn apart.

The strands of hair once again pierced Yang Haoran's body, not just his, but Ma Ling and Wang Yiming's bodies were also pierced by the strands of hair. Amidst two painful screams, their bodies were torn into pieces, leaving behind a pool of blood and flesh.

Yang Haoran was no exception; his body was also torn apart by the hair, but his head remained intact.

With his body gone, his head rolled lonely in the pool of blood, the black ghost eye staring at the floating red-robed evil spirit, and suddenly, he laughed.

However, the current situation, with a head suddenly smiling amidst a pool of blood and flesh, was indeed quite horrifying.

"Attacking the Underworld Envoy, it's no different from attacking the police. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

The voice came from Yang Haoran's mouth. As the voice rang out, his head floated in mid-air, followed by strands of black Yin Qi entwining around it, and his body, which had been torn into pieces, reassembled.

The body of the red-robed evil spirit trembled slightly. Naturally, it wasn't because she was surprised that Yang Haoran's body could regenerate on its own. What prompted her reaction was Yang Haoran's words.

However, she only trembled slightly, and then not only returned to normal but also erupted with a terrifying resentment.

She was an evil spirit, not an ordinary undead. To become such an existence, one must have boundless resentment. How could a few words change her? Even if Yang Haoran was the Underworld Envoy, it wouldn't work.

Not to mention, the male and female ghosts he had previously collected in the soul-gathering bead didn't take Yang Haoran seriously either. They even wanted to devour him.

It's not that these spirits aren't afraid of the Underworld Envoy; it's because Yang Haoran's power is limited, not enough to make them fear him. If the Divine Envoy Deng Feng were here, the red-robed evil spirit in front of them would undoubtedly react differently.

After a brief moment of confusion, the red-robed evil spirit launched another attack on Yang Haoran. His newly formed body was once again torn apart by countless strands of hair.

This time, Yang Haoran didn't even leave his head behind.

However, his consciousness still lingered. With his consciousness, he once again reconstructed his body.

The red-robed evil spirit didn't stop; she seemed to want to endlessly crush Yang Haoran's body. Once his body recovered, she immediately moved to tear it apart again. Yang Haoran had no resistance at all, only able to watch his body being torn apart time and time again.

As his body reformed once more, Yang Haoran's expression became grim. If this continued endlessly, he would undoubtedly be worn down to death by the red-robed evil spirit. When his body could no longer reform, it would mean he had died within this illusion.

"I must find a way to break this illusion!"

Worry surged in Yang Haoran's heart. At this moment, he was trapped within the illusion set by the red-robed evil spirit. He didn't know the situation in reality. He wasn't too concerned about the life or death of others, but Guanhai was still outside. Guanhai was just an ordinary person with no abilities. If he also fell into the illusion set by the red-robed evil spirit, his situation would be perilous.

With this thought in mind, he pushed his ghost eye to the limit. A large amount of Yin spirit power surged into the ghost eye from within him, causing a sharp pain in his eyes, and more black Yin Qi emanated from the ghost eye.

Doing so would accelerate the consumption of Yin spirit power. He didn't have much Yin spirit power to begin with, so accelerating its consumption would easily lead to its depletion.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't choose to do this because once the Yin spirit power was exhausted, he would be no different from an ordinary person. However, the current situation forced him to do so.

With the ghost eye pushed to its limit, the world before him began to change. Everything, including the red-robed evil spirit, appeared distorted and unreal, like a dream. He wanted to see this world clearly but couldn't, as if there was an invisible force blinding his eyes.

In the blur, the red-robed evil spirit launched another attack on him. The black strands of hair, seemingly imbued with life, came at him again, aiming to shatter Yang Haoran's body once more.

"Break for me!!!"

As the strands approached him, Yang Haoran's low shout rang out. At that moment, the ghost eye erupted with a strange black light, intensifying the pain, blood oozing from the corners of his eyes. The world before him shattered like glass under a heavy blow, and the overwhelming strands of hair dissipated into nothingness.

The world reassembled itself, and Yang Haoran still stood in the villa, still in the living room.

Compared to the previous world, there seemed to be no difference, but upon closer observation, one would notice the discrepancies between this world and the previous one.

In the previous world, after Ma Ling and Wang Yiming died, it seemed that only Yang Haoran and the red-robed evil spirit remained. But now, Ma Ling and Wang Yiming were right beside him, not far away, and Guanhai and the Wu Family members were also in sight.

However, they all had their eyes closed at the moment, their expressions varied: pain, fear, regret, and various negative emotions appeared on their faces, as if they were experiencing unbearable agony that outsiders couldn't comprehend.

Seeing all this, Yang Haoran knew that everyone, just like he had just experienced, had fallen into the illusion set by the red-robed evil spirit.

The red-robed evil spirit still floated in the air, the white eye glimpsed through the black hair seams, staring fixedly at Yang Haoran below.

With a look of shock in her eyes, it seemed that she hadn't expected Yang Haoran to be able to walk out of the illusion she had set.

Yang Haoran paid no attention to the red-robed evil spirit. As long as he wasn't trapped in the illusion, this red-robed evil spirit couldn't do anything to him.

He didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corners of his eyes before he dashed towards Guanhai.

At this moment, Guanhai had his eyes closed, his face alternately showing regret, pain, and madness. His emotions were extremely unstable.

Yang Haoran didn't know what Guanhai was experiencing at the moment, but he knew that if he didn't quickly pull Guanhai out of the illusion, Guanhai would soon bid farewell to this world!

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