After becoming a real daughter, the copy of the evil god followed him

Chapter 150 Illusion or reality?

Lu Yao recognized the rose and the person.

The rose she caught as a return gift and the man who claimed to be a guest of the manor.

She tried to stand up from the ground, but found that her whole body had already lost all strength.

A very dangerous situation.

Lu Yao looked around. It was clear that the person who was strategizing a second ago was still him. There was no reason why he would become him when he was lying here waiting to die.

Hallucination or reality?

Lu Yao tried to distinguish clearly.

If everything before her eyes was an illusion, then when was she pulled in?

Lu Yao tried to move his fingers and saw that the rose seemed to be staring at him.

It suddenly jumped off the golden-eyed man's shoulder and landed directly on Lu Yao's body.

The rose moved closer to the wound in front of Lu Yao, and soon it would suck all the blood from Lu Yao's body just like it did to Yan Yan and the housekeeper.

Lu Yao watched the rose approaching, and suddenly stretched out his hand the moment it came close to the wound.

Lu Yao's fingertips were stained with blood and he quickly drew a rune on the petals of the rose.

The moment Rose came into contact with Lu Yao, she wanted to escape like an electric shock.

It's a pity that it was too late. Lu Yao's runes had already fallen on its petals, trapping it instantly.

At the same time, the golden-eyed man who was standing aside suddenly changed his expression.

He tried to take the rose back from Lu Yao's hand, but before he could get closer, he saw that Lu Yao had stood up on the ground.

Blood gushed out along the wound, and almost all of Lu Yao's body was stained red with blood.

She felt the pain, but it was not unbearable. Even the moment she stood up, the pain seemed to have weakened.

Lu Yao looked around, as if the fog in front of him was finally breaking through.

She reached out her hand and pulled out the dagger from her heart.

With just one glance, Lu Yao recognized that it was not his silver blade.

So maybe she wasn't hurt at all?

All this is an illusion caused by her influence!

Just when Lu Yao realized that this might be an illusion, the scene in front of him also changed accordingly.

The first person to disappear was the man with golden eyes across from him.

Like a piece of mist, he dissipated in an instant, and at the same time even took away the rose held in Lu Yao's palm.

The rose disappeared from Lu Yao's fingertips, followed by a touch of coolness.

After a few seconds, the scene in front of Lu Yao completely changed.

When she opened her eyes again, Lu Yao was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Opposite her was the row of open cabinets.

In the cabinet, those familiar heads were watching her.

At a certain moment, Lu Yao even saw 'Liu Cheng' wink at her.

On the left side of Lu Yao, the maid with the mop on her head was standing up carefully.

She looked at Lu Yao, trembling all over.

Lu Yao rubbed his eyebrows, and while standing up, he glanced at his feet and caught a glimpse of dark red.

is blood.

Although it has dried up, it must have been left behind by pinching it.

Lu Yao glanced at his palm, then subconsciously touched his heart.

There was no injury there, not even any pain.

Everything that happened before seemed to be just an illusion. She saw the heads stored in the cabinet in the living room, and after looking at them, she was pulled into the illusion.

So, what about that Yan Yan?

Is she an illusion or real?

Lu Yao tried to find traces of Yan Yan, but even if she was not an illusion, she would not leave any traces. After all, she has been regarded as nourishment by that rose.

"What just happened?" Suddenly, Lu Yao looked at the mop man and asked.

It was already late at night, and Lu Yao had no intention of going back to the room just like that.

She always felt that everything she was doing now seemed to be arranged by someone, and every step she took was following a certain pattern.

Once she tries to get out of this pattern, a phantom-like space will appear to pull her back to the 'right track'.

But Lu Yao doesn't like to follow the rules.

Actively lying down and passively accepting your fate are two completely different states.

The mop man shivered and shook his head immediately after hearing this, "Nothing happened, you were just sitting here."

"Sitting here? Didn't do anything?" Lu Yao suddenly smiled at the mop man.

If she really hadn't done anything, those mop men would have rushed to take action.

After all, this is a dungeon world, so there is no reason to do nothing if you get such an opportunity.

Lu Yao stood up, looked at the cabinets opposite, walked over and closed them one by one.

The moment his line of sight was cut off, Lu Yao felt as if his whole body felt more relaxed.

The next second, Lu Yao touched her pocket. The rose that she should have put in her pocket had long since disappeared, and even the talisman wrapping the rose was gone.

Lu Yao turned his head and looked towards the stairs.

The hallucination didn't start when she opened the cabinet.

Lu Yao looked at the toilet paper wounded by the rose. The wound had already healed, and a dark red wound could be vaguely seen.

Lu Yao took out two talisman papers and spread them out in his palm, then bit his fingertips and dripped blood on them.

In an instant, a golden light rose above the talisman, and then the golden light turned into a thin line, snaking forward.

The thin line skirted around the other people in the living room and ended up heading up the stairs.

Lu Yao looked towards the direction where the thin line extended and followed.

The mop man behind him slowly raised his head.

She looked around, trying to get the message out.

But before she could send a message, her neck was chopped off with an axe.

Lu Yao turned around, his whole movement clean and neat.

She took back the broken ax and looked at the 'mop head' that rolled to the ground. He turned his attention to the other mop men.

"Shh, be quiet." Lu Yao raised a smile, "You'd better stay here, otherwise I can't guarantee who will be next."

The ax made an arc in mid-air. After Lu Yao finished speaking, he walked directly upstairs with the ax in his hand.

This scene seemed familiar, but this time Lu Yao's body was obviously a little colder than before.

Following the guidance of the thin line, Lu Yao walked all the way to the third floor, and finally stopped in front of a familiar door.

Half an hour later, Lu Yao returned to the living room again.

She sat on the sofa and looked at the wound stabbed by the rose on her palm, and stood up again.

Lu Yao entered a certain cycle. She walked to the third floor and knocked on the golden-eyed man's door. Then she saw the housekeeper and the Duke's room. She walked closer and then killed the Duke...

Unconsciously, Lu Yao has experienced three reincarnations.

When she woke up from the sofa for the fourth time, a bell suddenly sounded in her ears.

Lu Yao looked at the clock hanging in the living room. The hour hand was pointing to three in the morning.

As the bell fell, Lu Yao clearly felt that the surrounding air seemed to become damp in an instant.

She took a deep breath, but this time she didn't rush upstairs.

She walked to the row of cabinets again, stretched out her hand and opened each cabinet.

In the cabinet, a familiar face appeared again. Lu Yao's eyes swept across it and finally landed on Liu Cheng's face.

At first glance, Liu Cheng's expression looks the same as anyone else's, but if you look carefully, you will notice a slight difference.

Lu Yao suddenly reached out and pinched Liu Cheng's cheek. The next second, Liu Cheng's mouth opened and spit out a ball of black mud.