Vol 2 Chapter 165: Consciousness infection

  Chapter 279 Infection of Consciousness
  In the dark night, in the unmanned river east, the broad-minded singing echoed, it seemed that all dangers and all difficulties would go with the water and disappear with the wind.
  Jiang Baimian gently hummed the melody and adjusted the state to the best.
  After singing a passage, she turned her head to look at Shang Jianyao, and asked with a smile:
   "Why don't you use small speakers?"
   "In this environment, you have to sing this song yourself to feel it." The answer was Shang Jian Yao, who strives for perfection.
  He even provided suggestions for improvement:
   "Singing and tapping on one's lap, it will feel better."
   Jiang Baimian imagined:
   "I'll try it later."
  In front of the shrine, Zhou Yue, with mirrors on her head, waist, and hands, looked at them and felt that she seemed out of place.
   "At this time, is it really suitable for singing?"
   "Forget it, forget it, dreams are everywhere, why take it seriously?"
  Such thoughts flashed through Zhou Yue's mind, and finally fixed on the way she was most used to handling them.
   Just when Shang Jianyao tapped his thigh again and was about to hum the melody, the entire Nan Ke Guan suddenly became pitch black, and all the light bulbs seemed to instantly lose electricity.
   Soon, with a little light shining, Jiang Baimian and the others found themselves in a community shaded by green trees.
  The buildings here are not too high, and the warm lights are reflected behind the glass windows, making the night no longer so quiet and deserted.
   "Which neighborhood Jiang Xiaoyue jumped from?" Zhou Yue looked around and asked.
   "It should be." Jiang Baimian gave a positive answer.
  The three of them seem to have been transferred out of thin air, and everything around them is so real.
   "The information that the'higher unintentional' wants to provide is hidden in this illusion?" Zhou Yue remembers this question most.
Shang Jian Yao nodded:
   "Maybe, probably, maybe we need to explore by ourselves."
   "Doing more is wrong..." Zhou Yue still sticks to her own ideas.
  Although they seem to be standing in the atrium of the community, they should actually be sitting cross-legged on the futon.
  As soon as her voice fell, the environment changed. It was the same as Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian last time. The three of them entered the corresponding building without doing anything, and came outside Jiang Xiaoyue's residence.
  The man squeezed at the door, scrambling to peer through the gap and peer inside.
   Zhou Yue's ears faintly echoed with fear, despair, and collapse:
   "Are you trying to kill me... Are you trying to kill me..."
   Then, she saw the interior layout of the house, the distorted faces clinging to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Jiang Xiaoyue sitting on the handrail.
  The next second, Jiang Xiaoyue jumped out of the window.
In the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Zhou Yue all felt that their thoughts were swallowed by the whirlpool, and their reason was drowned in darkness. The whole person's consciousness was like falling catkins, shaking and unreliable.
  Wait until they got rid of this feeling, they found themselves still in the community surrounded by green trees, no different from the beginning.
They are all familiar with the next process. They walked into the room again and again, passing through the crowd of prying eyes, and entering Jiang Xiaoyue's house, witnessing her muttering to herself by jumping off the building to commit suicide, experiencing the incarnation of consciousness in the wind, and the thoughts being torn into pieces. Painful feelings.
  They seem to be trapped in this period of time, unable to break free, unable to leave.
   Repeated over and over again, Jiang Baimian's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the whole person became more and more muddled.
  Suddenly, her left arm chip gave her a preset signal.
  This is to remind her that her overall state is wrong!
  What's wrong... Jiang Baimian's thoughts returned from the chaos in an instant, and he found himself repeating a sentence.
  The sentence is:
   "Are you trying to kill me... Are you trying to kill me..."
  This...Jiang Baimian became sober for the most part in an instant, and found that he was standing on the handrail, with the open glass window in front of him, and the ground where things had become much smaller.
  She is about to jump off the building!
  There is no human body in the corresponding place.
  Me, become Jiang Xiaoyue? Have you really entered this illusion? What will happen if you really jump? A series of questions flashed through Jiang Baimian's mind, and a feeling of fear arose in his heart.
  She quickly turned her head, looking towards the place where Shang Jian Yao was supposed to be.
   Then, she found that Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a dark blue short down jacket, was also standing on the handrail, with one hand reaching out to her head.
  In the process, Shang Jianyao endured the blowing of the night wind and kept looking at the ground below, as if thinking about whether to jump down.
   "I am awake." Jiang Baimian said when he saw this.
   "That's good." Shang Jianyao withdrew his right hand.
  Jiang Baimian asked curiously:
  "Are you not affected? Didn't you become Jiang Xiaoyue?"
   "The infected me has been dragged back. Now I am calm and sensible." Shang Jianyao replied calmly.
  Can still do this? Is there such benefit to mental illness? Also, this is different from Qiao Chu's "forced charm". It is not a hit at the first encounter. It requires repeated cycles to infect. Switching personality can indeed effectively get rid of... Jiang Baimian nodded with understanding.
   Then, she thought of another person:
  Zhou Yue!
  "May have to give Zhou Guanzhu a little excitement." Shang Jianyao also pointed to the front side and said.
  Jiang Baimian looked intently and found that Zhou Yue was in another similar room, also standing on the handrail, holding the window, ready to jump off.
  She has messy black hair, and she muttered two words to herself innocently:
  "Are you trying to kill me...every dream dreams, why be serious...Are you trying to kill me...every dream dreams, why bother..."
  She seemed to be struggling, and for a while, she would not make up her mind to jump off the building.
  Jiang Baimian saw this, and did not care whether the other party's correct position was distorted by hallucinations, and directly stretched out his left hand, spreading his five fingers in Zhou Yue's direction.
  A silver-white arc jumped out, crackling and illuminating the surroundings.
  In an instant, the arc fell on Zhou Yue, causing her body to tremble.
  In the next second, the open windows, the faces stuck to the glass, the rooms with lights on, and the communities shaded by green trees became extremely illusory, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian, and Zhou Yue are still sitting on the futon, surrounded by shrines and pillars.
   "The illusion just now was a bit strange..." Zhou Yue shook his numb hand, "I still feel the feeling of being electrocuted."
   "There are dreams everywhere, why take it seriously?" Shang Jianyao replied.
  Jiang Baimian found a problem from Zhou Yue’s sigh just now:
  "It’s a bit strange indeed.
   "Why is our consciousness affected and feels like Jiang Xiaoyue?"
   Shouldn’t the hallucination ability of the
higher unintentional person
focus on the external domains such as distorting environmental information and replicating the target state?
  When will he directly affect the consciousness of the target?
  Hearing Jiang Baimian’s question, Zhou Yue widened her eyes:
   "Yes, the ‘illusion’ in our field can’t do this, at least the ‘spiritual corridor’ level can’t do it..."
  Speaking, she stopped, showing a slightly awkward smile.
  She missed her mouth again!
  Jiang Baimian politely skipped this point, and said thoughtfully:
   "He got magical items from other realms in the'Spirit Corridor'?"
   "It is possible." Zhou Yue agreed.
   "There is another possibility." Jiang Baimian continued.
  Her expression became quite serious:
  "It is not the ‘higher unintentional person’ that affects our consciousness, but the illusion itself."
  "The illusion itself?" Zhou Yue didn't understand.
   Jiang Baimian explained:
  "He should have reproduced what happened at the time and created this illusion.
   "And since it's a remake, maybe some weirdness in Jiang Xiaoyue's spiritual world has been copied over, and it has an effect."
  "That is to say." Shang Jianyao helped Jiang Baimian to make a concluding statement, "It is not the'higher unintentional person' that affects our consciousness, but Jiang Xiaoyue's spiritual world."
  Zhou Yue shrank her body:
   "Sounds a little scary..."
   Then, she nodded gently:
   "In theory, there is such a possibility."
   "Jiang Xiaoyue's spiritual world is really a strange place..." Shang Jianyao told the two ladies present in the audience how they felt, "It's no wonder that ‘higher unintentional’ has obsession."
  Zhou Yue secretly agreed and raised questions:
  "Didn’t you say that he wants to enter Nanke Guan and tell us important information?
   "Why didn't you come in and just create hallucinations for us?"
   "This is just a guess." Jiang Baimian was a little confused.
  At this moment, Shang Jianyao shook his head and said:
   "Because you are not polite."
   "Huh?" Zhou Yue looked at the tall young man suspiciously, "Would you like to stand up to meet him?"
  Shang Jianyao pointed to the mirror buckled in front of him:
   "There are too many mirrors here, how do you let him in?"
   "Yes!" Zhou Yue suddenly realized.
  Jiang Baimian also figured out the key.
  She and Zhou Yue looked at each other, took a breath, and turned the mirror around her body and surroundings one by one, with the back facing outward.
In the scorching wind, the branches of the Taoist Temple shook in the night.
  Only two or three minutes later, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Zhou Yue cast their eyes on the entrance of the hall at the same time.
  In the darkness, a figure stumbled out. He is an old man over sixties, with long messy gray hair, all kinds of clothes on his body, and his eyes are muddy and bloodshot.
  As he walked, he turned his head and looked to the back~EbookFREE.me~ In the void, faces emerged, with distorted expressions and red eyes.
  This "higher unintentional person" walked faster and faster, and finally ran away, but he couldn't get rid of the countless faces that showed up in the surrounding night.
  Gradually, a half-height handrail and an open glass window appeared in front of him.
  This "higher unintentional person" climbed onto the handrail and muttered to himself in a trance:
   "Are you trying to kill me... Are you trying to kill me..."
  The voice was soft and erratic, not at all from a man, but from a woman somewhere far away.
  At this moment, the pupil of the "higher unintentional man" reflected the shrine of Nan Keguan, reflecting the dragon symbol inlaid with fragments of broken mirrors.
  He stretched out his hand suddenly, and there was a lot of noise in his throat, as if a dying beast was struggling.
  Shang Jianyao, Zhou Yue and Jiang Baimian each walked a few steps into this illusion, and finally heard the words that the "higher unintentional man" seemed to squeeze out of his chest:
   "Five, zero, three."
  (End of this chapter)