"This is the first time I have seen such a spectacular scene. It's really worth the trip."

Not only did Li Taiyuan not panic, he even lay down by the window and looked at the lively outside the window with great interest.

“Is this time now?!”

Yang Mingxi really couldn't understand why anyone could still remain unmoved during his life and death.

"I ask you, how long has your illness lasted from the time you discovered it? How long has it been to experience illusions every day?" Liao Huarong suddenly spoke.

"Uh. It's been 58 days tonight. If you want to have a illusion... it's almost 8 hours today. Fortunately, when you arrive in the Land of Nothingness, the situation has stabilized a lot." Li Taiyuan responded.

Liao Huarong was shocked when he heard this, and after hearing this, Yang Mingxi looked at Li Taiyuan with disbelief.

You should know that the types of infection are divided into six levels according to the length of the illusion:

Generally, if the condition worsens to the third level, the psychological condition of the infected person will be on the verge of collapse. Among all the infected persons that Liao Huarong has contacted, there are only a handful of people who can barely maintain their rationality at the third level.

But the guy in front of me had actually reached the most serious level 6!

If he hadn't lie and could have persisted until now with such a serious infection, the only explanation is that he does not have the emotions that normal humans should have.

On the other side, Li Taiyuan looked at Zhao Ziyuan who kept hitting the window and trying to jump out of the window to escape, kindly dissuaded: "Save some energy. The red and white evil spirits do not rush to the road, and it will be useless no matter where they run. Now there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?"

Seeing that he was calm in the face of danger, Zhao Ziyuan thought he had a way to deal with it, he quickly threw down the broken window device in his hand and ran to Li Taiyuan: "Tell me quickly, what bad news and what good news?"

"Bad news, this situation is definitely not D-level difficulty now."

Li Taiyuan rubbed her chin and said slowly: "But the good news is that the black Tai Sui that appeared this time must be of high quality."

"No...no?"

Zhao Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, and a fire suddenly ignited in his heart: "You are still thinking about Black Tai Sui when you die, and we are about to be double-teamed!"

"Well, in theory, this is the case. The two evil spirits will advance toward the people in the middle. When they conflict, it will be our death."

After hearing Li Taiyuan's words, Zhao Ziyuan stepped back and kept muttering: "I can't do it, I don't want to die, I don't want to be tortured by those ghosts..."

Zhao Ziyuan originally placed his hopes on Liao Huarong, an experienced senior, but now that he is in desperate situation, he looks helpless. And Yang Mingxi, a weak woman, cannot become a good thing.

Furthermore, there is also a lunatic who does not follow the rules of speaking and doing things.

The step-by-step pressing of the red and white evil spirits made Zhao Ziyuan feel unprecedented despair. His breathing became heavier, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and his strength seemed to be taken away by someone.

Li Taiyuan ignored his collapse and was still talking about popular science:

"As for the way to die, it is said that those who hit the Red Evil sedan will be burned to death by Xizhu; those who hit the White Evil coffin will be carried into the river and drowned."

"Shut up! I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

His words added fuel to the fire, causing Zhao Ziyuan to collapse to the extreme.

The sight began to turn dizzy, and the paper men stood up one after another, and they walked towards themselves in stiff steps, their bright red lips sarcastically, and their mouths kept making strange and noisy sharp laughs.

"Ahhhhhh, get out of here, get out of here! Don't come here, you ghosts!"

Zhao Ziyuan's eyes were red and his steps were floating. He kept waving his arms towards the air, destroying the paper man on the seat.

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. Those who die will become scapegoats of the two evil spirits, and they will never be reborn outside the six realms. What do you think is more painful, burning or drowning?" Li Taiyuan had no intention of stopping.

"Stop talking, have you not seen his condition happen?"

Liao Huarong saw that Li Taiyuan was deliberately stimulating Zhao Ziyuan. In a furious manner, he took out a self-defense dagger from his pocket and put it on Li Taiyuan's neck.

However, all this was in vain.

Zhao Ziyuan rushed to the middle-aged female paper man and took out the box wrapped in black cloth from its feet. The black cloth slowly slid down, and the wooden urn covered underneath was a wooden urn carved with exquisite reliefs.

"I'm going, it turned out to be made of willow wood."

Li Taiyuan looked at the urn with concentration, not caring about the sharp blade on his neck.

People say that willows do not produce seeds, and using willow trees as coffins or urns may cause death. In this way, this white evil spirit is probably a little heavier.

Although he did not know much about Li Taiyuan, Liao Huarong also knew that the urn was not something they could touch.

He tried to dissuade him loudly, but Zhao Ziyuan, who had become ill, had completely lost his mind. Under the gaze of Li Taiyuan and the other two, he suddenly raised the urn and roared to smash it.

Suddenly, an inexplicable chill came to everyone present.

A cold force came from all directions. Infected by it, Zhao Ziyuan kept screaming, screaming out the most primitive fear.

Liao Huarong's body stiffened and the dagger landed on the ground.

In the dark, there seemed to be a pair of evil eyes watching him behind him. This dangerous aura was not unfamiliar to Liao Huarong, which was a sign of the appearance of evil ghosts.

He immediately realized that Bai Sha, who was sitting on the coffin, took action!

Zhao Ziyuan's originally raised arm seemed to have been pressed to pause, and it was frozen in the middle.

Cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead. He couldn't move, but the sweat on his body became more and more, and even his clothes became wet and tightly pressed against him.

Zhao Ziyuan looked down at his abdomen, which was constantly bulging, as if something was moving inside.

Immediately afterwards, he began to vomit, and a large stinky black water mixed with countless hair drilled out of his throat. Zhao Ziyuan used his hands in horror to pick it up, and the spit out turned into thick blood, mixed with countless minced meat and internal organs.

"Save...save me..."

Zhao Ziyuan stumbled and covered his throat, trying to ask Liao Huarong for help.

His voice was hoarse and dull, as if something was stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to emit complete syllables. He fell to the ground in pain, and his facial expression became more and more ferocious.

Li Taiyuan noticed that Zhao Ziyuan's throat began to wriggle violently. As his mouth gradually opened, several swollen and gray fingers suddenly poked out from the depths of his throat. The ghost hand opened his mouth and stretched his mouth wider and wider.

"Um...um!!!"

Zhao Ziyuan's painful and sad whimper was soon covered by the sound of flesh tearing and the sound of bone breaking.

With a terrifying sound, his jaw was completely torn apart, connecting his cheeks with only a little flesh.

"ah!"

Yang Mingxi could no longer bear the stimulation of the horror scene in front of him, and sat on the ground screaming.

Zhao Ziyuan's body twitched a few times, and soon there was no movement.

Liao Huarong was gasping for breath. He stared at Zhao Ziyuan's body, and forgot to pick up the dropped weapons for a moment.

The dark red and sticky blood flowed along the gaps of the wooden board to Li Taiyuan's feet. He picked up Liao Huarong's dagger and stepped forward to check the terrifying corpse.
Chapter completed!