Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 22

The figure of the nine-headed dragon was engulfed by the gray mist, and even the alchemy that was close at hand was isolated by the gray mist.

There was dead silence.

"Originally, my eyes were injured and I couldn't see clearly, but now I can't tell the difference between humans and animals half a meter away."

Yanlan's temples were in severe pain, and there was a lot of noise in her ears. When she looked up, she saw a group of "people" with burnt flesh and torn robes.

They all turned their backs to Yanlan, reciting scriptures and doing morning lessons as usual in the misty gray fog.

"Usually I can only see the fat of stumps when I eat, and corpses when I cross the road, or I wake up and see the blood on the bed, and I see the headless corpse on the ceiling before going to bed."

Yan Lan relaxed and leaned back against the handrail of the stairs, her eyes drooping slightly, she suddenly laughed:
"It's really...it's rare to see everyone so complete."

[What is she looking at?Don't scare me, what kind of psychosis is this]
[Memory impairment, temporal lobe epilepsy, hallucination and delusional syndrome are all possible, mainly hallucinations, mostly auditory hallucinations, hallucinations, hallucinations, etc., delusions are generated on the basis of hallucinations]
[Hallucinations are a common type of mental symptoms in psychiatry, mainly manifested as illusory perceptions.The various sensory organs of the human body such as eyes and ears perceive things that do not exist, which are called hallucinations]
[Damn, why are you talking so scientifically?She is cultivating immortals in modern times, brothers and sisters!Be a little superstitious, please]
"The last time I recited was "The Beidou Jing". Did you change the bgm and background today?"

Yan Lan murmured, "I'm so immortal."

[If fairy energy refers to the gray fog, it will be even worse, illusion and reality are mixed together]
Yan Lan closed her eyes and bent her right leg, lightly tapping her knees with her fingers.

Familiar voices are captured from the chaos of screaming, shouting, and cursing:

【The star on the stage is always changing.

[Exorcise evil spirits and bind evil spirits, protect life and body.

[Wisdom is clear and pure, and the mind is peaceful.

[The three souls are eternal, and the soul has no loss. 】

"Purifying Mantra..."

Yan Lan opened his eyes.

The sound of chanting stopped abruptly, and those scorched figures turned their heads in unison. Their faces were completely changed and dripping with blood. Grease sparks rolled down the burnt facial features, and tears and blood mixed together:
【It hurts so much, I hurt so much...】

[Little uncle, where is my candied haws...]

【Why are you disobedient? Why did you bring disaster to the teacher even after you were driven down the mountain?Why do not you go to hell! 】

[Heavenly genius?Be kind, truth-seeking, hide the front, hide wisdom, abstain from desire, save yourself, and speak cautiously. Which one have you achieved?With a sword in your hand, there is no way in your heart, and disaster will come from heaven! 】

"The scolding is really ugly, I know you can only let me calm down for a while," Yan Lan turned the scalpel, with an unbearable anger, "It will make me want to do it if it takes longer."

[You should be punished! 】

A person rushed out of the charred corpse angrily, holding the canopy ruler in his hand, waved towards Yanlan, and shouted angrily:

[Still admitting it? ! 】

The canopy ruler turned into a bleeding sword in the void, and slashed towards the front door!
"Sister Lan——!"

The isolated gray mist was broken through by a bloody hand, grabbing Yan Lan's wrist, it was astonishingly hot.

Yan Lan was startled.

The scorched flesh corpses running and shouting in front of them suddenly shattered, and the sharp sword softened and flew away, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The tense feeling of tearing in his head eased slightly, and the blood corpse in front of him fluctuated for a moment, breaking into gray and white flesh.

"As expected of a doctor," Yan Lan clicked her tongue, "Your voice calls me normal."

The cries of wolves and ghosts in my ears also returned to vague ravings, which persisted for a long time as usual, but they couldn't be heard clearly.

She looked at Fang Shu, who was out of breath, "What department are you from?"

"Psychiatry."

"Yo, you're still a professional counterpart." Yan Lan raised her eyebrows, but didn't ask how he broke the fog barrier.

"Yes." Fang Shu didn't let go, and sat down against Yan Lan, "Can you see me clearly?"

"Barely, I can still stare at it—return the scalpel to you."

Yan Lan's tone was lazy, her previous injury was still not healed, her pupils were surrounded by bloodshot eyes, and with the fog barrier, it was like 1000 degrees myopia.

"Okay." After receiving the scalpel, Fang Shu felt a little relieved.

The mental illness of auditory hallucinations and hallucinations usually has self-harm behavior. The patient thinks that he is killing hallucinations in self-defense, but in fact it is very likely that he is self-harming or killing other people.

This is also the reason why many severely mentally ill patients are tied to restraint belts and restrict their movements.

"Your hands are so hot," Yan Lan said suddenly, with a serious tone, "Can you stop grabbing me? If the black dragon comes, I won't let you run away."

Alchemy: "..."

I'm fucking worried about you here, but you're thinking how to sell your teammates and escape? !
"The temperature of my hand is normal, but the blood on the arm is flowing to the fist." Fang Shu pursed his lips and let go of his hand. "It's because you lost too much blood and your body temperature is out of balance."

"Have it?"

Yan Lan smiled tiredly, touched blood from behind her hand, closed her eyes and rubbed her fingers, "No wonder my back hurts, I forgot about this injury."

This is the wound that the bone carving angel stabbed into the shoulder. The wound was deep, and she was wearing a white underwear, which was covered with blood after more than ten minutes.

Seeing this, Fang Shu frowned, and immediately stood up:
"It's too late to disinfect and bandage here. It's too dangerous in the fog. I'll help you upstairs to find a safe..."

"What is the first rule of the tourist code?"

Yan Lan asked suddenly, and Fang Shu quickly answered after a short pause:
"Player Rules [-]: There are two floors in this museum, and the space is large. In order to avoid accidents such as getting lost, please go together and try not to separate."

Yan Lan nodded: "So obedient, so smart."

The tone seemed to be coaxing the little nephew who had just learned to walk, a little perfunctory.

Fang Shu was helpless: "Sister Lan..."

"Then do you think this is nonsense?"

"No," Fang Shu shook his head, "Even if the game throws false clues, it won't be on it."

"Yeah," Yan Lan said meaningfully, "so I said that the game will definitely make players violate the first rule, otherwise it is nonsense."

Fang Shu: "... what?"

"Looking at flowers in the fog is not a flower, looking at the moon in the water is not the moon; true and false are also true, good and evil are both good and evil. I like your lyrics very much."

Yan Lan propped her elbows on the railing of the stairs, slightly curled her fingers against her forehead, and smiled to herself:
"So I put something on Fang Shu.

"When I was holding the scalpel, I threw the half of dragon heart bone incense in."

Fang Shu was a little dazed, he pulled his white coat and rummaged through his pockets:

"Really? I didn't even feel it. It's in my pocket. I'll get it for you..."

"You have a face behind your neck?!" Yan Lan raised her voice suddenly.

Fang Shu covered his neck with a "snap".

"Oh, sorry."

Yan Lan lowered her voice, her tone was light, "I misread it, it turned out to be fish scales."

"Fang Shu" froze immediately.

"However, the dragon has raised his head so many times, but he still hasn't transformed into an immortal..."

Yan Lan brushed her chin with one finger, and said:
"Then you are probably a stinky fish that can't jump the dragon's gate, right? What kind of reservoir do you live here? You should live in the sewer, and I don't even have the face to be weird."

[Help, if I were the Dragon King, I would be mad]
[The BOSS is full of blood and anger, you just got blown up by provocation? ! ]
"Fang Shu" turned his head slowly, staring straight at Yan Lan with pitch-black vertical pupils, full of terrifying killing intent:
"you wanna die--!"

The gentle male voice suddenly became sharp and ferocious, and it was impossible to distinguish between male and female. The human face was cracked from the middle like a painted skin, revealing a strange face densely covered with rotten fish scales.

The skeleton swelled and protruded into a bloody and stinking big mouth, and it bit down on Yanlan!

(End of this chapter)