i have a dead world

Chapter 43 You Are Fake!

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

All the medical lights in the dissection room were turned on, and bloody corpses appeared on all the corpse display stands, all of them were wearing An Baichen's clothes, and they all looked like An Baichen's corpse.

In the cylindrical glass container soaked in human specimens next to the corpse display stand, the formalin inside was constantly bubbling, and the liquid was violently tumbling, as if something was about to burst out.

A strange and terrifying aura permeated, and maliciousness swept across An Baichen's whole body.

"Now, you still can't see anything?"

An Baichen watched the corpses on the corpse display stand twisting continuously, as if they were struggling to get up.

"I didn't see anything, what did you see?" Yan Yumo couldn't help but said, "Your forehead is covered with sweat, are you okay?"

"It's just a group of corpses besieging me, it's okay."

An Baichen shook his head, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, held the Nether Scythe, and watched his own corpses on the dissecting table roll crookedly to the ground, and then crawled towards him with hands and feet.

There were more than 20 of these corpses, and they dragged out scarlet bloodstains on the ground. Some corpses whose necks were not completely broken raised their heads and smiled strangely at An Baichen.

These heads are all his own appearance, and it is really disgusting to see them staring at him so directly.

"Let me see which one is the real undead."

An Baichen carried the Nether Scythe and began to clean up the corpses in the dissecting room.

These corpses have no fighting power, and they are not even a threat at all. The Nether Scythe kills these ghosts one by one.

These ghost things are not too many, and every slash of the Nether Sickle can turn these ghost things into wisps of green smoke and dissipate in the air.

What makes An Baichen feel a little strange is that he has never seen these green smokes, and today is the first time he has used the Nether Sickle in a real sense.

"Could it be that the ghost sickle produces blue smoke after killing the undead? Or is the smoke coming from the undead in the trial mission?"

While pondering, An Baichen kept chopping and slashing with his hands.

Yan Yumo's eyes widened. She watched An Baichen wield the sickle, slashing and striking again and again.

However, Yan Yumo couldn't see what An Baichen was slashing at all. In her eyes, there was only An Baichen waving his sickle at the air.

"What the hell is this!"

At this time, An Baichen kept panting heavily. For some reason, he always felt that he was very tired now, and his body was a little weak.

"An Baichen, do you need help?" Yan Yumo shouted loudly, her black hair was flying all over her head, covering the entire dissecting room, Yan Yumo's black hair was everywhere in the room, waiting for an opportunity.

However, in An Baichen's eyes, her black hair directly passed through this ghost's body, unable to cause any harm at all.

These hallucinations seemed to be aimed at An Baichen only.

"You can't see anything, how can you help me?"

An Baichen felt that he lost a lot of stamina from chopping, and he found that every time he wanted to chop off his own corpse, he would feel more tired.

"If they are all hallucinations, then can I just ignore these ghost things?" An Baichen thought to himself.

"Pfft!"

An Baichen raised his foot and stepped hard on the arm of a dead body, the blood splashed everywhere, and the limp flesh and blood felt very viscous and clear.

An Baichen can touch and perceive these hallucinations, so they are very likely to hurt An Baichen in a real sense.

"what on earth is it?"

An Baichen smiled wryly. After he chopped all the corpses into green smoke, the vision in the dissection room disappeared, the medical lights were turned off again, and everything fell into darkness again.

An Baichen felt that the hand holding the Nether Sickle was a little weak, which made him feel incredible.

The Nether Scythe has no weight at all to An Baichen, how could he be so tired after using it for a while.

"Could it be that the undead talent in this trial mission can create hallucinations, but the hallucinations of my damage can affect myself?"

"At least, I can now confirm that my physical strength has indeed been affected."

An Baichen was thinking in his heart, he sat on the dissecting table and gasped for breath: "Did you smell its breath?"

"It smells everywhere, but I can't see it at all."

Yan Yumo sighed, her expression was full of anxiety, she looked at An Baichen with concern: "How about we go out first?"

"it is good."

An Baichen looked up at the dissecting room, he also felt that this place was very evil, who knew what would happen if he continued to stay here.

"Let's go."

Yan Yumo walked in front, with black hair draped over her shoulders, she was vigilantly guarding her surroundings.

An Baichen walked out behind Yan Yumo, one of his feet had just stepped out of the dissecting room, when the familiar "click" sound sounded again.

The medical light in the dissecting room was turned on again, An Baichen turned his head and looked into the dissecting room, there was another strange corpse all over the place, raising his head and smiling at him strangely.

"Again?!"

An Baichen's body swayed, he felt a little dark in front of his eyes, these hallucinations couldn't be dealt with cleanly, where did they come from?
"Clap!"

The lights in the hallway were also turned on.

An Baichen looked back, and found that the corridor where he was, the front and back of him, the ground was covered with bloodstains, and corpses appeared from the corner of the stairs in the corridor, crawling towards him with difficulty.

"There are also outside?"

An Baichen smiled wryly, what is the origin of the undead in this trial mission, it is trying to play me to death with hallucinations.

"It's definitely not going to work like this, I'll die of exhaustion here." An Baichen stepped back to the side of the corridor, leaning his back against the wall, his eyes wandering, and finally he looked at Yan Yumo and asked: "You still can't see these ghosts now. something?"

"What the hell is there!"

Yan Yumo's voice was trembling, she was made a little hairy by An Baichen, she obviously couldn't see anything, but An Baichen kept reminding her that there were many strange corpses around him besieging him.

"Give it a try and bring out your berserk state."

An Baichen gritted his teeth and said, "Otherwise I will die of exhaustion here today."

An Baichen felt that these hallucinations should be based on his own physical strength. Although these weird corpses are very weak, they can still hurt him if they are not cleaned up.

But if An Baichen cut them, they would consume part of his physical strength.

Whether to kill or not to kill, it is a dilemma for An Baichen.

Yan Yumo has the skill talent of [ghost madness]. If her potential is stimulated, she may be able to cause harm to these ghosts.If Yan Yumo could participate in the battle, it would relieve An Baichen a lot of pressure.

Yan Yumo shook her head and said, "I can't do it now."

Activating [Phantom Madness] is not that simple, Yan Yumo needs to be stimulated.

"I have a way for you to do it."

An Baichen stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, he wanted to take his cell phone.

It is very easy to drive Yan Yumo into a state of madness, Xiaoxiaosu can do it.

"Little Crisp."

An Baichen picked up the phone, clicked on the world of the undead, and began to call Xiaoxiaosu's name with his consciousness.

"Big brother."

Xiaoxiaosu's immature voice sounded in An Baichen's mind, An Baichen heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly said: "Big brother will take you out now, your sister and I need your help with something now."

She was about to use a seven or eight-year-old girl to threaten her elder sister and drive her into a state of madness. This kind of behavior made An Baichen feel a little guilty, but Xiaoxiaosu's next sentence made An Baichen's complexion change drastically.

"Big brother, I'm by your side now. How can I help you?"

An Baichen looked around, he only saw the strange corpse crawling close to him on the ground, he didn't find Xiaoxiaosu's figure, but what Xiaoxiaosu said just now still reverberated in his mind.

"Ok?"

An Baichen suddenly felt a cold touch on his wrist.

When he looked down, there was nothing on his wrist, but the tactile sensation was clearly visible, as if a cold silk thread was gently wrapped around his wrist.

"This feeling...is Yan Yumo's hair."

An Baichen narrowed his eyes slightly, he raised his head suddenly, swung the Nether Sickle and slashed at Yan Yumo who was beside him: "You are fake!"

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(End of this chapter)