I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 59 Little Zhong

hallucinations!

These are all illusions!

Lin Yuan clenched his fists, his body tensed up completely, and his eyes were fixed on "Peng Anxiao".

"Brother, you really like Xiaoxiao? That's great! Xiaoxiao, you might be my sister-in-law in the future!"

Lin Yue noticed Lin Yuan's gaze and happily hugged "Peng Anxiao," but in Lin Yuan's eyes, she was clearly hugging a mirror image!

And this mirror-faced performer's pale hand had already climbed onto Lin Yue's neck.

With just a little force...

"Get out of here!"

Lin Yuan let out a low growl, but instead of punching, he grabbed the performer's head, shielded Lin Yue behind him, and forcefully pushed the performer away.

puff!

The actor collapsed to the ground, then abruptly vanished without a trace.

At the same time, a soft chant came from behind Lin Yuan: "I... am still here..."

Lin Yuan turned around in horror, only to see not Lin Yue, whom he was protecting behind him, but a withered tree as tall as three people.

The place he was in now was no longer where he had been before; instead, he had arrived in a dark and eerie space.

The surroundings were completely dark, except for this space, which was about the size of a basketball court. It was dimly lit but barely visible, and in the very center of this space, a withered tree stood quietly.

"Peng Anxiao..."

Lin Yuan read the name aloud because he recognized the tree, the outline of the human face with its eyes closed on the trunk, and the two corpses hanging on a branch.

One of them was a bell-ringer in a black robe.

One of them was himself!

That's right, it's "Lin Yuan", exactly like himself!

"This is the scene from the last time Illusory Realm, but where is the actor? Shouldn't it be here too? Why is it gone? Did it escape, or was it never trapped at all, which is why we see it in reality? Wait, what's that?"

There was a vibrant color under the tree. Lin Yuan cautiously moved aside to look, and saw the actor standing there quietly.

It tilted its head back, as if looking at something.

Lin Yuan followed its gaze and saw an ancient bell and a pestle hanging on a tree branch.

"Is the battle against the supernatural still ongoing?"

Lin Yuan's eyes flickered. Seeing that the performer didn't seem to have noticed him, he quietly retreated to his original position, which blocked the view and prevented the performer from noticing him.

Then, he slowly groped his way through.

afraid?

What's there to be afraid of!

In reality, he might have some reservations, afraid that his irrational punches might hit someone. But this was clearly a fantasy world, where even if he died, he would only suffer the pain of death and return to reality, nothing more.

He also wanted to figure out what was really going on with himself in reality.

Only by acquiring sufficient power can one be qualified to explore the truth one desires!

Here, Lin Yuan had no supernatural powers, but he clearly felt that his physical functions had been greatly enhanced, both in terms of strength and agility, which had increased several times over.

This is just like in reality, just like when I had superhuman powers in the fantasy world before, I was in that superhuman state.

unusual!

However, Lin Yuan couldn't care less about any of that.

After checking the positions of the performer and the ancient bell and confirming that the ancient bell was above the performer, Lin Yuan quietly climbed the tree and stomped hard on the branch where the ancient bell was hanging.

The tree branch, which clearly looked dry, only trembled slightly under Lin Yuan's kick, which was twice as powerful as that of a normal adult male.

The commotion here also attracted the attention of the actors.

The actor looked over, and his dark pupils began to change, with two masks appearing in his eye sockets.

Lin Yuan, who was being stared at, stiffened. His previously smooth movements began to falter, clearly indicating that he was greatly affected, or even restricted.

And colorful lines began to appear on his face.

These patterns gradually combined and formed the patterns of an opera mask. Before long, he would put on the opera mask again and die once more.

Click!

With a sharp crack, the tree branch bearing the name "Lin Yuan" and the bell ringer suddenly snapped and crashed down, landing squarely where Lin Yuan was standing.

at last.

The withered branch that Lin Yuan could not break snapped, and the ancient bell hanging there fell down, just covering the performer, accompanied by a loud bell ringing out.

Lin Yuan fell heavily to the ground. In his last moments before losing consciousness, he only saw a silhouette with the same features as Peng Anxiao staring straight at him from the trunk of the withered tree.

"Another one died, what a pity... I've made my little sister worry again..."

……

When I woke up again, all I saw was a pristine white ceiling.

Lin Yuan sighed regretfully, turned his head to look, and did not find Lin Yue beside him. There was nothing wrong with his body, but that was normal.

Dying in a delusional fantasy will not affect reality.

"Lin Yuan, you're awake? That's wonderful!"

A man walked in from outside, and upon seeing the man's face, Lin Yuan froze on the spot: "You are... Peng Anxiao's liaison, Chen Ming?"

"Huh? Doesn't it look like it?"

Chen Ming looked down at himself and found that his attire was exactly the same as when he had met Lin Yuan the previous times, without any change.

It's not that he doesn't like to be clean or doesn't change his clothes for many days; it's just that he always wears the same work uniform, so they all look identical.

Even his hairstyle hasn't changed. How could Lin Yuan not recognize him after only a few days?

"picture."

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and realized that he had not returned to reality, but was still in a delusional illusion and had not woken up at all.

That chilling, eerie aura also confirmed this conjecture.

but……

The opera and operatic singing seemed to have faded a lot from his mind, and also, he looked down at his left hand.

His left hand was clenched tightly, and there was something inside that was cold and piercing. When he opened it, he found a small bell about the size of a baby's fist.

Zhong?

With just one glance, Lin Yuan noticed that the small bell was exactly the same as the ancient bell in the Ghost Bell Tower, and there was a wooden stick hanging inside the small bell.

With a gentle shake, the wooden stick bumped into the small bell.

In an instant, the dull chimes echoed, and Chen Ming, who was closest to the bell, froze on the spot, as if his body had been paused, and even his eyes were completely blank.

Lin Yuan was the one who felt it most directly.

As the bell rang, the already faint sounds of opera and traditional opera in his mind lessened even further.

"The Ghost Bell Tower is gone, only the ghost bell remains, along with this wooden stick. Is it a pestle, or a branch from Peng Anxiao's withered ghost tree?"

Lin Yuan was puzzled, but it was still incredibly good news.