fifth form

Chapter 1787 Connection
Zuo Teng was very clear-headed.

He knew that he was holding only water in his hands, not his mother's head.

But Zuo Teng had no sense of his own body, his body was out of control.

He could only see the head in his hand. The surrounding canyon area did not appear in his field of vision, and Zhang Xuezhou and others were nowhere to be seen.

It seemed as if all that was left in the world was him and the head in his hands.

His mother's head didn't say anything, and her eyes were extremely empty. She just kept looking at Zuo Teng stupidly.

However, Zuo Teng found it difficult to turn his head and could only stare at the heads.

This is undoubtedly a terrifying scene that can even cause serious psychological problems.

"You...what are you?"

Holding the head without the lower half, Zuo Teng asked with great difficulty.

"Zhang Xuezhou, did you sneak attack me with Kunpeng fighting skills?"

There was no response from the head, so Zuo Teng could only shout again.

But he was not sure whether his real self spoke or not. If he was affected by intimidation, everything he was experiencing at the moment was like a dream, and everything he said in the dream would hardly affect his real self.

Zuo Teng felt that Zhang Xuezhou would not play such a bad joke, and he belonged to the third sequence while Zhang Xuezhou was of the second sequence, so the possibility of intimidating him by relying on genetic fighting techniques was not high.

"Could it be the Huang Daoxian they are talking about?"

"Oh no! Zhang Xuezhou told me to run away if I find anything!"

"I'm afraid they have already run far away!"

When Zuo Teng thought of another possibility, his cold heart turned cold again.

"Huang Daoxian, are you Huang Daoxian?"

He shouted at the head in his hands, horror and anger surging in his heart.

The horror naturally came from the mother's head in his hands, and the anger also came from the fact that such a thing was actually used by the other party to scare his mind.

"Damn it!"

Zuo Teng gritted his teeth and said.

Although he knew that the situation before him was fake, Zuo Teng still felt uncomfortable.

This is like a person who is afraid of snakes holding a dead poisonous snake in his hands. Even if he knows that he will not be bitten to death by the snake, he will still feel fear in his heart.

The most crucial thing is that no matter how Zuo Teng's eyes move, he cannot escape the corresponding line of sight. He can't even close his eyes. He needs to look at his mother's bodyless head all the time.

If Zuo Teng could not numb his heart, he would also find it difficult to endure this torment.

He looked at the head in his hands and for the first time felt that he might go crazy if he kept doing this for a long time.

"If Zhang Xuezhou and the others run away, how on earth can I break this situation!"

Zuo Teng was extremely confident after winning eight games in a row in Changqing City yesterday, but his state of mind at this moment had undoubtedly suffered a severe blow.

"Why is it my mother who appears? Damn it, what kind of hallucination did this induce?"

"Yes...Aunt Song looks too much like my mother!"

Zuo Teng wanted to break the strange phenomenon he saw before his eyes, and he was also looking for the reason why he had the related hallucinations.

When he thought of Song Fengying, Zuo Teng realized that he was unconsciously influenced by Song Fengying's gentleness and care, and even consciously formed a feeling similar to that of his own mother in his mind.

His mind was thus opened, revealing the condition of his mother's head.

But even without Song Fengying's inducement, Zuo Teng would still face other situations.

"This... Damn it... How long can I last in this situation?" Zuo Teng pondered over and over again, and he found that he had no way to break the deadlock.

For many sequencers in Xijing City, improving the sequence is the best way to avoid being affected by deterrence fighting techniques.

As long as they can maintain the same sequence as those who are good at deterrence, or exceed the other party's sequence, they will not be affected by mental control.

Zuo Teng's third-sequence level is not high, but he can undoubtedly avoid the mental deterrence fighting techniques of the corresponding sequence level.

"Zhang Xuezhou can't possibly control me to such an extent that it's hard to break free. Only the Huang Daoxian they mentioned could have such an ability. But Huang Daoxian lived a hundred years ago. It's impossible for him to suddenly appear and do something to me. What on earth am I experiencing?"

The time was so long that Zuo Teng could no longer bear it. He gradually began to fall into fear and it became increasingly difficult for him to control his mind.

He held his head and began to fall into confusion, and started to talk nonsense.

When he felt the coldness on his face, Zuo Teng couldn't help but reach out and scratch around.

"I'll kill you. I'll kill you. You're using my mom to make a fuss. Your crime is unforgivable..."

Zuo Teng screamed wildly, and only when he received two slaps on the face did his mind become a little clearer.

"Are you kidding me? You're shouting and screaming just for washing your face. Are you possessed?"

When Zhang Xuezhou's voice came, Zuo Teng looked around with eyes wide open like a mad bull.

This time, his eyes were finally able to see additional areas and familiar people.

A long time passed, but the water in Zuo Teng's palm had not yet leaked out.

When his eyes glanced at the water in his palm, he felt a little dizzy again.

But compared to the previous time when he was trapped and had difficulty waking up, Zuo Teng was not completely trapped this time.

A hand wearing a black leather glove pressed down on his palm. Zuo Teng's head shook and he finally came to his senses.

"what happened?"

"What do you see?"

Wang Haoran's belated reaction was heard, and Zhang Xuezhou asked again.

"I...I saw my mother's head. Her head was in the palm of my hand!"

Zuo Teng murmured to himself. He felt as if there was something hard on the palm of his hand without gloves, and then it was picked up by Zhang Xuezhou.

"Put on your gloves and hat, and use the viewing device to see what I caught!"

After hearing Zhang Xuezhou's order, Zuo Teng hurriedly put on the leather gloves and hood he had taken off.

Zuo Teng no longer felt hot. He just felt cold and as if he had lost most of his strength.

But Zuo Teng needs to figure out the origin of this situation.

Zhang Xuezhou’s words may be able to reveal the mystery.

He dressed quickly and attached the viewfinder to the ridiculous-looking sleeve of his hood.

When the camera turned, Zuo Teng had already seen what was in Zhang Xuezhou's hand through the camera of the viewer.

It was a piece of glass-like crystal, transparent in color but shimmering with faint colored light under the sunlight.

"What is this?" Wang Haoran asked in a low voice, "What is it for?"

"I'm not entirely sure either. Judging from the current situation, this may cause visual errors or confuse the mind." Zhang Xuezhou said: "This should have some connection with Huang Daoxian!"

Holding the fragment, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but think of the fragment that caused the visual error in the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum, and the image of Luo Ke was presented in that fragment.

It is clear that there is a connection between the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum and the Pan'an Tiankeng, even if the impacts caused by the two types of fragments are different.

And in front of them, this is most likely a crystal left behind by a special dead plant creature.