The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

The next second after Xing Haiya transferred his consciousness to Rikard's body, his consciousness was occupied by severe pain, and his thoughts were messed up by an invisible and intangible sharp knife, and the gradually clear vision in front of his eyes was filled with endless paleness.

Xinghaiyin was stunned for a moment, but still managed to react to the current situation.

He first ruled out the possibility of being caught by Kroebuck's lackeys.

It's not that he was overconfident in himself, but that he didn't leave any information that could trace back to Ricardo's identity. Even if he went to the other party's headquarters and made a scene, it was just a lot of noise with little results.

Given Krobo's current situation of internal and external troubles, he can only swallow this loss in silence. Otherwise, if the sewer rats get wind of the situation, it will be a real loss.

Xing Haiyin, who had no idea that he was also part of the "external threat", gritted his teeth and endured the waves of severe pain, only to realize belatedly that he did not have any wounds on his body.

He couldn't feel where the pain was coming from.

Xing Haiyin frowned and struggled for a while, then the vast white space in front of his eyes was occupied by several blocks of color, and his eyes seemed to be stimulated by these colors. Those blocks of color quickly twisted into new shapes, with bright or dull colors mixed together to form a grinning monster.

The monster watched him struggle quietly, its cold eyes, as if looking at an object, piercing through the blurry light and shadows in front of its eyes. The emotions of disgust and disdain were branded into its retina, and then penetrated its flesh and blood nerves straight into its heart.

Xinghaiyin felt a negative emotion surging up from the bottom of his heart.

Those emotions were very unstable, and were huge enough to cover up his rationality, making all his nerves tense and silently shouting out sharp insults of unknown content.

Ah, he is dreaming.

Xing Haiyin was aware of this very clearly. After all, he had not experienced such drastic emotional fluctuations for a long time.

After realizing this, he stopped all movements, even his breathing slowed down, and his chest rose and fell weakly and slowly, looking pitiful as if his life would come to an end in the next second.

Sure enough, the 'monster' came closer.

"Useless trash." The 'monster' said, and the dazzling color blocks approached him, "You caused me so much trouble and almost burned down the institute. Do you think I will let you go so easily?"

Xinghaiyin felt something cold touching his stretched lips, with a subtle and unique metallic taste. Soon, an even colder liquid was squeezed into his mouth.

"Don't you like watching fireworks?" The 'Monster' grinned, "I'll let you watch as much as you want."

But Xing Haiyin didn't see the fireworks, he opened his eyes.

The light from the window was projected onto the ceiling. The cool color of the incandescent lamp reminded Xing Haiyin of the dream that was so real that it seemed unreal. The pain was like a leech attached to his bones, which could not be shaken off, reminding him all the time that the dream just now was definitely not non-existent.

The man covered the wound on his abdomen and looked at the ceiling blankly for a few seconds. He supported himself on the bed and sat up. The movement involved his unhealed wound, and his hand, which supported most of the weight of his upper body, slipped weakly.

He fell back onto the mattress.

Xing Haiyin was too lazy to torture himself, so he closed his eyes and relaxed for a long time. After the pain slowly subsided, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

The ceiling of this safe house is the simplest white. Its former owner was a fan of minimalist style and did not like fancy decoration. Xing Haiyin did not consider these when he took over. After all, he never stayed in any safe house for a long time. He would not object even if the ceiling was painted in various colors and the Virgin Mary was painted on it.

At this moment, the white ceiling in Xinghaiyin's eyes slowly twisted and changed color, the light outside the window was swallowed up, the light and shadow in the illusion were torn and reassembled, and finally formed the 'monster' in his dream.

Xing Haiyin frowned and closed his eyes again.

Or, it should be called by another name.

'Xinghai Chengyun'.