Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

Shen Qiao: “…”

No, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder and I want to die in a clean place.

She fumbled to her feet, and the short rest seemed to make her feel less uncomfortable.

The surrounding environment changed. She could clearly feel a breeze brushing past her ears, like a leaf falling into a pool of stagnant water, causing ripples. This gave her a new direction for thinking.

Shen Qiao quickly deviated from her original route by groping a few steps to both sides with her hands outstretched. She should be at the bottom of a ditch. If she turned directly to the sides, she would feel a noticeable inclination. The slope was not too steep, but it was easy to slip, like some kind of mirror-like material.

After trying several times to find the right point to apply force, Shen Qiao climbed up with great effort. Just as her hands were supporting her head on the edge of the cliff, she suddenly felt her brows tighten. Instinctively, she turned her head and at the same time, she felt a gust of wind brushing against her face.

Living thing?

She wanted to take advantage of this missed attack to hold on to the edge of the cliff, but as soon as she exerted a little strength, her chest felt a sharp pain. She had no choice but to give up this plan, and simply let go of her hands and rolled down the slope again.

When she landed, she lost her strength and stumbled a few steps. She quickly steadied herself and looked up. The scene in front of her was still pitch black, and her mind vaguely outlined the general situation of her current situation.

The person who had just attacked her didn't come down, as if he was just making sure she wouldn't get out of the pit.

If you can't get up here, try the other side.

With this experience, she took a few steps back and took a run-up to the middle. When she was about to release the force, she lunged forward. When she reached the obvious edge, she was delighted and did not stop and turned over directly.

This time, Shen Qiao came up safely. She deliberately listened attentively at the edge of the cliff for a while. Unexpectedly, the thing that attacked her just now did not appear again.

She continued to walk forward. The tearing sensation in her heart did not get any worse after she came up, which just gave her a chance to catch her breath. However, the further she walked, the more blood accumulated under her feet, and even formed a layer on the ground that covered her feet.

"...!"

She stumbled and nearly tripped over something under her feet.

There seemed to be some other messy things on the ground above. She squatted down and slowly explored with her hands. Soon she touched a piece of clothing... the neck...

No, it's a person.

The tentative hand finally stopped at a face with stiff skin and flesh. Shen Qiao couldn't see it, but he could guess what the man under his command looked like.

His neck had been broken.

Corpses, blood.

Even if Shen Qiao was blind, he should have guessed the current situation.

Her dream, the dream that had no beginning or end.

This is actually what she is most worried about?

Wait, that means...

She hurriedly followed the corpse in front of her, and as expected, she touched the thing she saw in her nightmare - a mountain of corpses.

"Why should I...worry about this?"

She felt the faces her hands passed over.

"Do I know you?"

She talked to herself, and for some reason, the heart-wrenching feeling became more and more obvious.

Why does it hurt? She doesn't even know them.

She thought of what Luo Dai said to her yesterday.

Why did Luo Dai know her? She remembered it clearly in her previous life, and she had never seen Luo Dai before.

And the words that Wangyou said when they first met officially.

Why did they all seem to know her, yet she didn't recognize any of them?

What had she forgotten? What was she supposed to be like?

Unfortunately, no one responded to her.

Let's put the unsolvable problems aside for now, she is in a hurry.

Shen Qiao withdrew her hand and continued to walk forward. She did not walk fast. Occasionally, when she felt tired, she would stand next to a pile of corpses she had just arrived at to relax.

If an ordinary person stayed with this group of corpses, he would have gone crazy long ago, but Shen Qiao didn't feel scared at all. Perhaps it was because he had seen it countless times in his dreams and had become immune to it.

After walking for about half an incense stick, Shen Qiao was tripped by something again.

This time it seems different, is it iron?

She bent down to grope, and the blood under her feet had reached her instep. She finally fished out a sword.

A sword without a scabbard.

Maybe someone lost it during a fight?

She was about to look around again, but suddenly she felt that the sparrow kite, which had been motionless, began to feel hot.

"Kite?"

She quickly tried to call out, but all she got in response was the sound of hurried footsteps.

The attacker just now is here again.

when--

She subconsciously raised her sword to block, but she didn't expect the man opposite her to be so strong that he forced her to take a few steps back.

Sword? Knife?

She tilted her head to try to identify the weapon, but at that moment, the attacker changed his tactics and yanked the rusty sword in her hand apart with a side blow.

Shen Qiao was startled and immediately threw a punch, then took the opportunity to withdraw.

This illusion is indeed unreliable!

...Huh? Wait.

She grasped this inspiration and her mind started working rapidly.

Appearances are determined by the mind. This illusion is actually a projection of her inner thoughts. Perhaps the thing in front of her is also transformed according to her thoughts?

whoosh-

The continuous attacks never stopped, and she couldn't see them. She dodged a few times but was inevitably hit in the shoulder.

Shen Qiao was already numb from the pain, so why would he care about the knife? The man with red eyes seemed to have finally seized the opportunity and directly grabbed the blade that was cutting into his flesh with his backhand.

"Water virtue awaits the morning, and all rivers flow back to their currents!"

Driven by the spell, the blood on the ground quickly condensed from all directions and accumulated layer by layer, eventually forming a water column tens of meters high.

Shen Qiao tried to see the man holding the knife in front of her seemed to hesitate for a moment, so she took the opportunity to kick him with her leg, kicking him into the water column and entangled him.

A roar like that of a ferocious beast came from the water, but it was quickly drowned out by the sound of the rushing water.

After hearing that the man had passed away, Shen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and lifted the knife from his shoulder. At the same time, he pressed several acupoints on himself to stop the bleeding.

"receive."

At a command, the water column in front of him instantly collapsed into rain and fell down.

Shen Qiao patted the water droplets on her body. She now completely understood what this illusion meant. Anything she was worried about would become reality once her thoughts accumulated enough. To put it bluntly, as long as she could think, the illusion would not disappear.

What to do then? Kill yourself?

"......Ah."

Are you kidding? Is she such a reckless person?

Shen Qiao raised his arm and skillfully turned his hand and made hand gestures. A stream of pure water spiritual power seeped out from his spiritual veins and quickly spread to the surroundings until the entire space of the illusion was covered by this layer of pure azure spiritual power.

It's been a long time since I've been so generous in calling upon my spiritual power.

"Po Jun, upon hearing my command, all gods and ghosts will quickly reveal themselves—Ji Meng, summon him!"