Siheyuan: Crossing the two worlds, if you don't obey, you will be a beast

He felt like his heart was beating like an out-of-control engine, with each contraction and expansion carrying tremendous force, as if it would break free from the restraints of the chest and jump out in the next second. On his forehead, beads of sweat rolled down continuously, forming small streams that flowed down his cheeks. And his legs were shaking uncontrollably, as if they were being violently blown by an invisible cold wind.

Despite this, he still tried his best to suppress the strong urge in his heart to turn his head and look at where Xu Huizhen was. This was because the fear buried deep in his heart was like a surging tide, hitting his fragile mental defenses wave after wave.

In his imagination, that place was no longer an ordinary space, but a bottomless black hole with unfathomable depth and endless darkness. In that black hole, a vicious and hideous beast was quietly lurking. This beast was huge, with bulging muscles, and exuded a creepy aura.

Its bloody mouth, which was big enough to swallow everything in the world, opened wide, and its sharp fangs, as sharp as blades, flashed with a chilling cold light, which made people feel cold at a glance. At the same time, its strong and powerful limbs kept waving and swinging, bringing with them gusts of sharp wind, as if it would pounce on him at any time, bite him to pieces, tear him into countless pieces, and swallow him into its stomach without mercy.

Fan Jinyou cursed his damn fate madly in his heart, why did it treat him so cruelly, and let him encounter such a horrifying and terrifying thing! His heart was filled with anger and unwillingness, mixed with deep fear and helplessness.

At the same time, his feet seemed to be on a hot wheel, rushing towards home in a hurry. His head was lowered, and his eyes were staring at the ground, as if if he raised his head a little, the hideous beast face exuding the breath of death would suddenly appear in front of him and pounce on him with its bloody mouth wide open.

Along the way, he didn't dare to stop or rest for even a moment, and even his breathing became extremely rapid, with each inhalation and exhalation being so short and hasty. His heart was pounding wildly, as if it would jump out of his throat in the next second.

Finally, after a long and agonizing run, the front door of his house was in sight. At this moment, Fan Jinyou rushed forward like an arrow from a bow. There was a deafening "bang" and the door that was originally tightly closed was violently knocked open by him. Then, he grabbed the bolt beside him in a hurry, used all his strength to force it into the keyhole, and then quickly turned the bolt to lock the door tightly.

After doing this series of actions, Fan Jinyou collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant. His body slowly slid down along the door panel, and finally lost his support, and sat down on the cold and hard ground in a miserable state. At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. His clothes were already soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his body.

He opened his mouth wide and breathed like a fish out of water, swallowing all the air around him with every breath. The rapid and heavy gasps came out of his mouth, one after another, continuously. His chest rose and fell sharply with his breathing, pumping rapidly like a bellows, making people worry whether his chest would burst in the next moment.

Looking at his throat again, he could hear a hoarse gasp from time to time. The sound was low and hoarse, like the roar of an evil spirit from the depths of hell. At this moment, his face was frighteningly pale, bloodless, like a piece of white paper, and one could even clearly see the blue blood vessels under the skin. His eyes were full of bloodshot, like two ripe red cherries embedded in them, which looked very scary. The face that was originally quite handsome was now occupied by fear and fatigue, the two intertwined with each other, forming an extremely complicated expression.

Time passed by little by little, and every minute and every second seemed extremely long to Fan Jinyou. It was so quiet that only his own heartbeat and heavy breathing could be heard. He sat there blankly, like a sculpture, motionless. However, in his inner world, he was experiencing a storm. All kinds of thoughts, memories and fears surged like a tide, constantly impacting his fragile mental defenses, making it difficult for him to resist.

I don't know how long it took, maybe just a few minutes, but to Fan Jinyou, it seemed like a century. Finally, he took a deep breath, so deep that his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Then, he slowly exhaled, and with the exhalation, his heart, which had been hanging high, seemed to fall back into his stomach a little. But even so, he still couldn't completely relax, because the nightmare-like experience was still vivid in his mind, leaving him with lingering fears.

His face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his brows were tightly knitted together, and he kept groaning. His already frail body was now shaky like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that he would be blown to the ground by a breeze at any time.

However, despite the difficulty, he still gritted his teeth and used all his strength to move his body inch by inch. It was like carrying a heavy mountain on his back, and every step forward required great effort. After a hard struggle, he finally stood up from the shabby chair.

But as soon as he stood firm, he felt his legs were so weak that he couldn't support the weight of his body. So he could only stagger and stagger towards the table not far away. These few steps seemed as long and difficult as the Long March. Every step he took was as light as stepping on a pile of cotton, without any support. He looked like he might fall to the ground at any time.