It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

Then, she felt a pain as if something was about to break out of its shell, causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably.

Chapter 966 Incandescent Light

She covered her eyes in pain and fell to her knees.

A really intense response.

When she regained consciousness, Bai Lin couldn't open her eyes immediately, and couldn't even use her body normally, as if some inexplicable presence was still occupying her body. But her hearing had returned, and she could hear the shrill, rustling, and unbearable laughter that kept ringing in her ears.

That's a mockery.

There was constant ridicule from the monsters. The surrounding monsters did not attack Bai Lin immediately. They must have wanted to go a step further mentally and attack Bai Lin in this way.

How long have you known her, and you're already trying to gain her trust? She's already a native of our world, a complete part of this land where she's lived for decades.

Even though my hometown has changed—ha ...

It's such an unpleasant feeling.

Facing this scene, she could fully imagine what kind of hell the monsters mocking her would create. She gasped for breath, seemingly unable to maintain a normal state to recover her body and mind.

But she actually smiled.

"What a mess of weird things, no matter what method they used, they stuffed something into my brain... or even changed my brain or something. What's the origin, what methods they used? It doesn't matter. In the end, it's just a simple mental attack."

Bai Lin said this with a smile, even though she looked like she had no strength to stand up and her words were intermittent, her smile was still so calm.

"Since it's just a mental attack, don't expect to defeat me. In this respect, I'm still very strong. Besides, I've experienced the likes of you and have developed resistance. What's more..."

"Forget it. You've allowed a martial arts master to recover enough to locate you by sound. Your damage calculations must be awful. Or perhaps you're underestimating me, someone who's died so many times before? Are you underestimating my ability to withstand blows, someone who's not even afraid of death?"

Monsters, naturally, have instincts, and seem to possess intelligence. If Bai Lin hadn't noticed anything wrong after all she'd said, she'd be incredibly foolish. Several monsters suddenly stretched their bodies to spring-like lengths, then, in completely unbiological postures, launched themselves out like lightning, clinging to Bai Lin's body. They tightly bound every part of her body, completely restraining her.

Now that you have her under control, her stubbornness must have ended. What else can you do now?

But in the next moment, the two monsters were reduced to dust, their brains flying everywhere. The brave woman, still unable to open her eyes, clapped her hands and stood up. Behind her was the armor that had restricted her joints.

He chose to remove his armor in advance, wait for the moment the other party arrived, and then instantly reappear, pretending to assume the same posture as before. Calculating the time of the other party's arrival simply by listening, and completing all the preparations to achieve the perfect coincidence, perhaps it was not difficult for Bai Lin now.

As for taking off the weapons and killing a large number of monsters with bare hands...

Of course, it’s not too difficult.

In fact, shaking someone's mentality depends mainly on whether they have the "conditions to be shaken." The simplest example is cursing someone online. If you want to effectively break someone's defenses, then you have to understand where they are most vulnerable.

If you attack someone who is well-off, then your attack on their quality of life will be ineffective. However, Bai Lin is a person who is spiritually strong and well-off, so she does not feel fear.

She didn't think she would lose, didn't think she couldn't defeat her opponent, and because of the poet's presence, she didn't worry about things going wrong. In such a situation, even if she encountered an unexpected attack, she could still recover quickly.

Alternatively, you could use overwhelming strength to break her confidence, which might have some effect. But unfortunately, Bai Lin's side was the most powerful.

In just a few quick strikes, Bai Lin ripped a large number of monsters into pieces. Perhaps due to her unique physique, she felt no discomfort at the filth that stained her body, though it felt thicker than blood. And yet, her footsteps continued to move.

"Yayu, where is she located? Could you please give me a detailed description of the thickness of the shell and the specific internal structure?"

I'll try

Clearly, Bai Lin was still running and fleeing because of the presence of monsters that couldn't be torn apart directly. The remnants of the debris transformed into formless forms, gathering into larger aggregates and charging towards Bai Lin. The filthy residue on her body seemed to be a cannibalistic substance, but Bai Lin's skin was thick enough that it wasn't easily penetrated.

The only thing to watch out for is the attacks from the big guys.

She dodged and swerved, even without seeing, accurately dodging and counterattacking every attack. Blocking and dismantling, she moved with clean, sharp movements, swift as thunder. With a calm voice and steady breath, she gathered momentum, then unleashed a torrential barrage of attacks, driving away all the surrounding monsters.

The massive monster seemed to realize at this moment what it had to do. Bai Lin's speed was too great. By the time it regained consciousness, it had already been cornered by its mental attack. It flapped its rotting, sickening flesh wings, and a buzzing sound instantly echoed from the ground. The intact remains, as if cut by a sharp knife, were gradually reduced to thin threads.

Red flesh, black flesh. Rusty yellow grease, milky white gold threads, these threads coalesced into a mass—a living cocoon. As if resonating with the humming sound, they were carried tremblingly into the air by the moonlight, flying to the butterfly monster's side. It seemed as if some ritual was about to take place.

The unpleasant feeling, along with the moonlight, carried madness to the earth. This was the color of the gods, the supreme power that could dominate the world that matched it. And when it took shape—

"What's the point of making such a big scene?"

At some point, Bai Lin had already reached the sky above the monster. She was charging down with her fists, like a flying figure, towards the monster.

Chapter 967 Breaking the Space

Her combat abilities were truly exceptional, and she even possessed a very high resistance to poison, so after a few hits, she grew bored and simply dealt with environmental and monster attacks normally. She had seen many more bizarre things than this.

"Speaking of which, is the author no longer alive? I remember doing a fantasy-themed work a while ago, so why is he here again?"

Bai Lin scratched his head and uttered some ambiguous words.

For her, although this kind of place made her feel uncomfortable, it actually didn't have much of an impact. After all, Bai Lin's mental resistance was strong enough, especially when she was working.

In conclusion, she is not suitable for haunted houses.

It seemed that someone or something controlling all this had noticed Bai Lin's killing spree. She killed any monster that came her way in a matter of seconds, with no chance of even getting hurt. So, that being decided to do something to deal with Bai Lin, who was fully armed.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scene was corrupted by seeping blood, rust, and filth. Bai Lin stood there with his hands on his hips, watching all this with a bit of confusion but no sense of danger at all. And soon, the surrounding scene changed.

This is an indoor space with familiar furnishings and a space that you can walk through with your eyes closed. This is the home that has accompanied Bai Lin for many years.

Suddenly, Bai Lin's eyes revealed a hint of boredom. This illusion was clearly based on her own thoughts, and she could probably predict what would happen next. This situation didn't hurt her, but only made her feel sick.

Bored, disgusted. Bai Lin clenched his fists and sighed.

"Ah, I'm too secure in my own home. It's a bit foolish to choose someone like this to manifest in an illusion."

"In that case, let's think of a quicker and simpler solution. After all, my situation isn't serious; I'm just disgusted. But the rest of the people might be in a different situation. I need to find a way to find them quickly."

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On the empty, flat ground, there was a sudden sound of a wall crumbling, and at the same time, a crack appeared. Although the poet had expected this, he still looked over there in a slight amazement.

A pair of black hands grabbed the two sides of the crack and tore the space apart. Then, the Holy Son we are familiar with, Bai Lin, jumped over from the other side. She patted the dust off her body and greeted the poet with a smile.

"Hey, are you okay, poet? But I think you won't be scared by this illusion. The situation is different from when we first met. Well - but this place does project some scenes that you don't want to see, right? Is there anything you don't want me to see? Do you need me to avoid it -"

"..."

The poet didn't say anything, but just stared ahead in silence. Bai Lin also realized something and followed her gaze.

It was a corpse, and although it was badly damaged, some familiar marks could still be seen on it. For example, the long white hair and the black armor, everything looked familiar to Bai Lin.

The familiar corpse sat on a chair, next to a bed, bookcase, table lamp, and other furniture. It looked like a girl's landscape. Aside from the spatial rift torn open by Bai Lin and the corpse, there wasn't much else unusual.

Rather, this room gave people a certain familiarity. And seeing one's own dead body in such a familiar place...it was bound to make one feel creepy.

"Uh... this can't be me."

After pondering for a while, Bai Lin came to this conclusion. She looked at the body, speechless and choking. Judging by the large knife she had held in her own hand stuck in her body, it was probably suicide, which only made Bai Lin's feelings even more complicated.

The poet turned around and said directly without answering,

"It seems that the person who caused all this can indeed read other people's minds, but the illusions they create don't have an absolute direction. Things you don't want to see will appear, but the degree of this is relatively random."

"I've already changed two illusions here. What about you?"

When asked this question, Bai Lin quickly understood the situation and nodded in response.

"I've had several of these myself, and they don't really affect me. At first, I might have been skeptical about what was going on, but as the number of illusions increased, I realized they were simply disgusting."

Hearing this, the poet nodded.

"That's right. If you think one illusion isn't enough to trap you, you'll switch between them depending on the situation. Simply put, the fewer illusions you face, the more dangerous the situation might be."

Bai Lin squatted in front of the unrecognizable corpse that looked like his own, and took out a piece of platinum from it.

"That's probably the case. The enemies in these illusions are mostly related to perfect beings. While the monsters may be bizarre, it's strange that only this type of monster appears in all the illusions, especially in my area. Theoretically, perfect beings shouldn't appear. That's why the influence of the illusions is getting weaker and weaker."

This was indeed the case. At first, Bai Lin could still joke with her roommates about how she had returned as a woman. Seeing something jump into their faces, transforming them into filthy yet perfectly human monsters, she was indeed shocked. But if it existed everywhere, it would eventually only make her feel that it was unreasonable and she became less and less affected by the illusion.

"Yeah. Let's not talk about that. How did you get here?"

When asked by the poet, Bai Lin stood up and replied with a smile without further hesitation.

"Ah, although these illusions can be considered real scenes, everything feels real. Although time and space are very chaotic, the space you and I are in may not have any connection. Logically speaking, I can't get through."

"But illusions are created by my state of mind. This also means that as long as my mind is calm enough, they can develop according to my wishes. So, with the intention of being able to come to you, I tried to break down a wall, and here I am."

Mental battles are supposedly profound. But for Bai Lin, as long as she can view them as brute force or destruction, she can easily understand the situation and remain completely calm. Well, this is indeed a kind of strength.

Chapter 968 Come by yourself

If the monster had intelligence, it would be very surprised. After all, it made such a buzzing sound, which Bai Lin should not be able to hear at this time. How could it attack him so accurately?

Rather, it should be more shocked that Bai Lin launched another attack before it could even finish a short ceremony.

Indeed, Bai Lin's speed was simply too great, a sheer, overwhelming strength. She, a mere mortal, charged directly into the ritual, charging straight for the monster's head. The monster, unwilling to be outdone, streamed a torrent of flesh and blood from its wings, striking Bai Lin. It looked like a cascading torrent, a dragnet, intent on dragging Bai Lin into another world.

Our Bai Lin, however, paused for a moment in an impossible manner. Then, with a sudden turn, he completely dodged the torrent of flesh and blood, switching his flying punches to kicks, striking a completely different target. Clearly, Bai Lin had already planned this attack path from the start.

The monster's biggest mistake was probably not treating Bai Lin as a monster.

As expected, the kick instantly shattered the monster's body. It transformed into a bloody rain, returning to the earth. Ling Qing's figure flew out of it. Bai Lin spun around, rushed forward, and caught the monster in a hug. Then, using his own body as a cushion, he threw the monster several meters away.

Clearly, the force of her kick had been carefully calculated, and her handling of the situation was flawless.

Ling Qing's body didn't appear to have sustained significant damage, but the extent of the damage was visible to the naked eye. Almost her entire body was stained with the black substance. Her breathing and heartbeat were extremely erratic, and her demeanor seemed subtly calm, but everyone knew it wasn't true peace.

She opened her eyes slightly, with a blank expression. She was probably awake, but her thoughts were completely away from the real world.

Although Bai Lin was good at fighting, she was somewhat indifferent at this moment.

"Yayu, this...can't be cut directly."

Recalling the scene of slicing through filth she'd seen earlier with the fishmen, Bai Lin seemed to have an idea, but she also felt something was amiss. If she insisted on slicing, she didn't know exactly where to begin. Besides, her weapon could cut through anything; it wasn't appropriate to use it for surgery.

Removal was no longer possible; the filth had already penetrated deep into her nerves. It could be said that she and the filth were inseparable. However, she seemed relatively stable in her current state of stasis.

Miyu replied in this way. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with her. Although her breathing was disordered, she didn't make a scene in this state of half-asleep, so it was still within the acceptable range.

Through the divine power, Bai Lin more or less saw some signs of peace. Those foul energies were indeed combining with Ling Qing herself, giving her a subtle sense of unease, but she really didn't have any good ideas at the moment.

"Don't be afraid, Lingqing. I am the Holy Son. Those horrible scenes you saw before were all illusions. Qingtan City has not been destroyed to this extent. Everyone is still working hard. I will see to it. Don't think too much..."

Bai Lin said soothing words, not knowing whether the other party could hear them or not. He stretched out his hand and gently closed the other party's half-open eyes.

"Rest well. When you open your eyes, everything will be fine. Just trust me."

Afterwards, Bai Lin stood up, picked up the other person, casually packed up his weapons, and left the original space again. This time, of course, he was going to reunite with the poet and the others.

And she soon saw a scene that almost made her throw away the person she was holding.

It was a dimly lit space, resembling a small cave. The poet was standing inside, and beside her was not the lively Xiao Nuo she had expected, but a woman in a coma.

Bai Lin was surprised and astonished, then looked at the poet, then slowly suppressed his expression, and said calmly in a somewhat gloomy tone,

"Are you okay?"

"It seems to be the symptoms of the middle stage. There are spots on her body, which I haven't removed yet. When I came, she had already fainted. I don't know what she saw. However, it's not bad, compared to..."

As he spoke, the poet glanced at Ling Qing, who was held by Bai Lin. Indeed, if Xiao Nuo was just unconscious, her condition would have seemed much better, but this was not a pleasant way to put it.

"This is a relatively safe place, for now. I don't need to fall asleep, and I'm relatively calm, so I can rest here for a while."

The poet's comforting words came out, which made Bai Lin feel at ease and familiar, and made her feel a little better. She didn't say much about it, but just laid Ling Qing's body flat.

"Have you got a clue?"

Bai Lin asked the poet, and the poet shook his head.

"It's hard to say. You know, in this situation, I can only see the end. But I do have some guesses about these symptoms and this illusion."

"Son, I didn't see anything here. Could you tell me in detail what happened over there?"

The poet asked, and Bai Lin would definitely not refuse. It's always a good thing to have someone with far more knowledge than yourself think about it.

"Oh, by the way, you should take care of this. Xiao Nuo's spot. On the other side of fate, she didn't appear in the past. I guess after the spot was removed, she was sent back to the surface for treatment and recuperation. Let her rest for this trip."

As he spoke, the poet, seemingly prepared, held out a dagger for Bai Lin. Bai Lin remained silent, then nodded. Since the poet had said so, it seemed Xiao Nuo wouldn't have any trouble getting water. So, while she tended to Xiao Nuo's contaminated area, she chatted with the poet.

She told the poet everything about her experience. The poet listened and raised a few questions. When she finished speaking, the poet nodded thoughtfully.

"I have some guesses. Lingqing suffered such severe symptoms, but is now just in a coma. There must be a specific reason. Thinking from this perspective, it should be the correct answer."

Bai Lin nodded, but she didn't seem to be overly happy.

Chapter 969 Leave it to me

It wasn't a big fight, but Bai Lin felt a little tired. She bandaged Xiao Nuo's wound and then leaned against the wall.

"What a strange and frustrating place... I guess I need to be more serious about this."

Bai Lin said this intentionally or unintentionally. The poet moved a little closer to Bai Lin and said,

"You've been very serious. You've done a great job so far. There's no need to be so hard on yourself. This tragic scene before us will inevitably be rectified, and it will be done by your own hands, so rest assured."

"Yes, I know. Thank you, poet."