Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 138 The White Lighthouse Collapses

The monastery on the way to the lighthouse.

Doris's light blue dress was already tattered, revealing a bit of her fair skin. Her delicate face was a little dusty, and her sword-holding hand trembled slightly but quickly clenched and held steady.

"Your musicality has declined, Doris," the old nun said darkly, coming toward her.

Doris lightly drew the tip of her sword on the ground, and rolled up the shattered musical notes around it and threw them forward.

The old nun crushed them with ease and shut out all the music.

"Your aesthetic level has lowered, Sister Nun." Doris said with a slight breath.

"Still talking hard."

The old nun clenched her fists and said, "You are no longer perfect. You have become as dirty as Gao Song! Even though I tried so hard to bleach you, you are already dirty!"

Just as the old nun was about to continue scolding, she suddenly became aware of the voice of her walkie-talkie.

It had been ringing since early morning, but she only noticed it now that she had calmed down a little.

She picked up: "What's wrong?"

"Sister! What's going on? Why has the town become so strange? Why do some of the people I know no longer exist?" the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie cried.

The old nun frowned.

Has Kuroki begun to concentrate his efforts on preparing for escape?
That bastard who eats his own food!
Just as she was thinking this, the beam of light from the distant lighthouse that restricted the black well suddenly produced unstable fluctuations.

The old nun looked over suddenly and felt something was wrong.

Could it be that Kuroki really...!
Click!

The white beam of light made a shattering sound, and a dark crack appeared out of nowhere. It lasted only for a moment, and the next moment the light from the lighthouse flickered gently, and the light was restored.

But the old nun knew it was too late.

In the black well, Tikman hugged Nim tightly. Even though he couldn't believe it, the person he was hugging at this moment, both the touch and the voice calling him dad were extremely real.

Even though he had just experienced a state of awakening from a dream, he knew that even these hallucinations were not completely credible, but listening to Nim's voice, his torn heart still found real comfort.

He hugged his child tightly, fearing that Nim would disappear like his wife, and in the end he found out that it was just another hallucination or a joke in his dream.

In such a mood, he had no intention of paying attention to the abnormal white light that flashed across their bodies when he and Nim met in this creepy black well just now.

Gao Song looked at the father and son hugging each other and crying, with snot and tears streaming down their faces. They looked a little cowardly, and he couldn't help feeling a lump in his throat.

Shaking his head to get rid of distracting thoughts: "Go back to where you came from."

Tikman raised his head and looked over with tearful eyes. Although he looked so miserable and embarrassed, Gao Song doubted whether he was looking at him or not. "Aircraft. You should go back. Thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, he walked out.

A man came to the outside of the black well. He looked outside and saw inconspicuous black flies flying freely. Then they suddenly enlarged in mid-air and turned into distorted individuals of various shapes.

The illusions in the black well also came out with the help of the east wind of the black wood.

"What about revenge?" Gao Song ignored these illusions. He cared about his own business.

"I'm here." A pair of slender arms in black gloves were placed on his shoulders. "I've told too many lies. This is the essence of illusion. But at least I won't deceive you this time..."

The calm voice actually revealed a hint of tenderness.

"..." Gao Song was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll leave it to you. It's up to you. My body doesn't matter. Help Doris and kill that old idiot."

"Although you may not need me, as you wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, dry black branches and horns grew on Gao Song's head.

The bright spot in his eyes gradually faded into darkness, and then ripples appeared.

"Gao Song" disappeared on the spot.

When Gao Song disappeared, Zheng Fan appeared here: "So that's how it is. What happened here is really complicated. The clever calculations are always done quietly."

Smiling, he looked around and was about to scatter and go down the mountain to look for the "delicious" black world illusion.

These hallucinations appear in physical form in the black world and do not actually require any attachment, but without contact with reality they are still pure chaos, without any consciousness.

The style has dropped, it's just an ordinary and boring monster.

However, these hallucinations in the Black Well seem to have grown slightly from their original state due to indirect contact with many children.

But thanks to this, the chirping sounds made by the childish voice were a little disgusting.

"Although it may not be the right time, but since things have come to this, let's have a meal first." Zheng Fan smiled.

……

The old nun crushed the walkie-talkie in anger and threw it aside, then tilted her head to avoid the sudden attack launched by Doris.

The cane turned, and the white light shone into substance, knocking Doris back again.

Just as she was about to chase, the drizzle suddenly turned into sharp needles, piercing through her clothes and piercing her body when it fell on her.

The old nun immediately called out, "Gao Song!?"

Just as she finished her words, a black branch broke through the ground and attacked her. She dodged in time but was still cut across the waist, leaving a wound.

"Gao Song" arrived.

The old nun was wounded, but she laughed in anger: "Well, well, finally it all hit my face!"

"Gao Song" did not speak, but just looked at her coldly. Then he held a black branch in one hand and controlled an external object with the other hand. The two worked together to instantly change the terrain of the hillside.

Blackwood forests are densely covered.

In the chaos, the old nun cut through the thorns and showed madness again. The pure white light in her hand turned into a ferocious butcher knife, shredding the illusion and attacking "Gao Song".

Hei Mu knew the old nun inside and out.

After some of the imitation pure white factors were killed, the old nun secretly recycled them for her own use. What's more, she would even secretly use the light source of the lighthouse to directly fill herself.

This lunatic had long expected that this day would come. She had never felt safe, and only when her body was filled with pure white power did she believe that she was communicating with the soul of her deceased daughter and was being redeemed.

There is no stability, only extreme madness.

Once it explodes, it will be like a shining supernova, with only one way to go, burning out.

But even if it's short-lived, the power is real!
The old nun chased Gao Song through the forest of dark trees, laughing creepily.

Seeing this, Doris held her hands to her chest.

The past came to her mind. She no longer suppressed everything as she had done in the past. Instead, she opened the hole in her heart left by the fog. Her emotions flowed out like a stream and soon turned into a torrent.

The Seed of Light is a mold, but her Seed of Light is pitch black, and the notes played on the staff are colorful.

She knew it a long time ago.

The dark surface of the rapier flashed with dazzling colors. Doris followed her heart, holding the sword in one hand and stretching out the other hand forward, lightly clenching it towards the old nun.

The old nun's moving body suddenly stopped, and she immediately turned around to look at Doris.

Seeing Doris's hand, it felt like he was holding her body and soul from a distance.

The rapier was like a bow, and the old nun was the string. Doris placed the bow on the string and plucked it softly, just like she usually played the violin in the room.

呲——

This was definitely the most unpleasant, saddest, harshest and most vicious music the old nun had ever heard in her life.

The bow splits the body, the notes pierce the eardrums, and the music score rushes straight into the heart, setting everything off.

The old nun was bleeding from all her orifices and her body went limp as she fell to the ground.

After Doris finished doing all this, she suddenly felt weak and her body was shaking, but she managed to stay put.

"Gao Song" seized the opportunity and directly attacked the old nun to take her life.

But the old nun, with cloudy eyes and a hint of astonishment, had already pressed the button at the end of her cane at the critical moment.

Bang!

Lighthouse, light up directly!
A thick beam of light, pure and impure, shone down, hitting Gao Song like a real blow, knocking him to the ground.

Doris turned her head away because of the glare.

The old nun, recovered in the light, stood up again. "...I am surprised, Doris, is this what you really think of me?"

Doris leaned on a nearby blackwood trunk and tapped her chin.

The old nun clenched her cane and said, "Is this what you really want to play? Unbearable noise, full of emotional catharsis..."

"The song is called 'Ending the Monastery', haha..." Doris burst out laughing, the most cheerful smile the old nun had ever seen.

"what……"

"The song that Mr. Music and I wrote together turned out to be really bad. That's great."

The old nun shook her head, feeling unreasonable: "It doesn't matter, I am extremely disappointed in you. The light of the lighthouse is shining, and any illusion is just a rat in the sewer under the direct light."

Doris could no longer stand, so she sat down gently against the tree trunk.

"Look at your miserable state, and look at me under the protection of the lighthouse... You were only one step away from being like this, and you could have done it almost anytime you wanted. Your strength would be countless times stronger than mine now! But you gave up because of that stupid thought, because of this ugly song!"

The old nun couldn't understand why, as a supporter of white purity, everything that happened today was so incredible and made her so angry.

"Without someone's guidance, you can't do anything, and you can't do anything well. Playing this piece in my head makes me feel as sick as if I stepped in feces."

She commented: "You're scrapped, Doris."

Doris's consciousness gradually became blurred, but she heard the footsteps of another person.

"If you don't want it, I'll take this doll." The playful voice did not conceal the sarcasm at all. The black figure stood openly under the light of the lighthouse, leisurely and comfortable.

Afterwards, Zheng Fan disappeared.

There were dark tear marks at the corners of Doris' eyes, and under the bright light, her shadow was split into two.

The discarded scrapped doll was gently picked up by another hand and the silk thread was pulled.

Under the old nun's incredulous gaze, "Doris" stood up from the ground, facing her, with the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a ostentatious and somewhat exaggerated smile.

Her eyes opened, and her cold grey pupils reflected the distorted figure of the old nun.

"Come on, let's dance~."

With a wave of her hand, the rapier on the ground was summoned and flew up, and was grasped. After "Doris" casually made a sword flower, she swung the tip of the sword to the side.

Boom!

The ground on the side was lifted up by the air wave, and the strong wind blew in all directions, causing Doris's long hair and skirt to flutter in disorder.

"It's you!" The old nun stared at her with disgust.

"Doris" just laughed wildly, waved her hand, and scattered several freshly harvested singularities and absorbed them on the spot.

The smooth surface of the rapier suddenly showed a lot of burrs, like an uneasy and restless sound track.
The old nun was wrong. The ugliest music in the world is not just the one Doris just sang!
Gao Song lay on the ground, looking at Doris, and grinned: "Finally he came out, that weird fellow who made me uneasy..."

"How could you possibly move around under the light of a lighthouse?" The old nun still couldn't believe it, but it was the truth.

"It's so noisy. Not only will I be able to live a happy life, I'm also going to tear that thing down right away. I've been annoyed by it for a long time." "Doris" pointed her rapier at the lighthouse.

"Blasphemy! What blasphemy! Such outrageous words..."

boom!
The old nun had just finished scolding when "Doris" came up to her in the blink of an eye and kicked her in the stomach.

The old man's waist probably hadn't been bent like this for a long time. He flew out and fell to the ground. He finally stopped it after stabbing the ground with his crutch.

"Doris" rushed forward and slashed with a sword to cut off her raised empty hand.

The white light quickly formed a new arm for the old nun. Under the illumination of the lighthouse, her power was endless!

But "Doris" smiled with satisfaction, turned around gracefully, her skirt flying like a fairy, and grabbed a huge eighth note in her hand. The flag-shaped tail turned into a death-taking sickle and slashed across.

The old nun quickly raised her cane to block the attack, but after a loud bang, she flew out again.

The hand holding the crutch twisted instantly, then recovered under the light.

There is no way to resist it! This illusion is not lying. Not only can it move under the light of the lighthouse, but it can also still burst out with unparalleled power!
This is impossible!

"Pure white factor, musical note weapon...illusion power! Hahahaha! Only when you actually use it can you understand how much you, an old man, value this body!"

"Doris" stood on a dry blackwood trunk, with her arms open and embracing the world comfortably.

The facial expression management that Doris had maintained for most of her life was completely destroyed within a few minutes after being possessed by Zheng Fan.

This "doll" is crazy.

But don't blame Zheng for being anti-Zheng.

Doris's body still cannot perform transformation, but in terms of the pure physical strength it exerts in the possessed state, it is actually close to perfection.

If Zheng Fan lets loose, it will be enough to bring this pure and terrifying violence to the world.

Doris's pseudo-pure white factor power was also strengthened and transformed by Zheng Fanshou. He didn't know whether his ability could affect the pseudo-pure white factor, but the result told him that it was completely feasible.

Zheng Fan does not need any other changes. The key point is the mental damage that Doris's ability can cause.

Zheng Fan had just begun to explore the field of mental psychology with the power of fog, and when he began to study Doris, he was directly given a violent mental destructive power.

How could Zheng Fan not feel happy and comfortable?

"This body is truly excellent! Old man, your seed is so useful. As a reward, I will let you witness with your own eyes the magnificent scene of the collapse of the lighthouse you believe in. Thank me well."

"Doris" gently clenched her fist with one hand, and her expression finally restrained after she had laughed enough, but the evil and contemptuous smile still remained.

The old nun was so angry that she couldn't speak. She pointed a trembling finger at "Doris".

Listening to Zheng Fan's words and watching the most disgusting illusion in her mind, she used the body of her most satisfying work to make expressions, gestures, and movements that were completely impossible for Doris to make, and spit out "dirty words" without any concealment.

Even though she had just expressed her disappointment and despair about Doris, at this moment she could still deeply feel the feeling of having the pure land in her heart be wantonly desecrated and insulted!

Unforgivable! Unforgivable!

But her reluctance was irrelevant.

"Doris" had already gripped the sword tightly, and with her other hand she drew forcefully across the undulating burrs on the sword.

Stab it--!
Just like pressing the play button, the piercing sounds piled up layer by layer, and the burrs on the sword became more and more intense, sometimes smoothing out and sometimes extending to directly pierce the surrounding trees.

As the burrs jumped, jagged broken lines and notes that seemed to be broken into pieces appeared in the sky.

“No…” The old nun stared blankly, the warning in her heart becoming stronger and stronger.

What the illusion said was no joke.

"London Bridge is falling down... falling down... falling down..."

The distorted, blurry and intermittent melody like that of an old radio formed a strange black nursery rhyme.

"The white lighthouse is falling down... falling down... falling down..."

Then, the lyrics quietly changed.

Bah——!
Doris's sword slashed down to the rhythm.

The white light shattered and went out.

The cloudy and rainy sky suddenly shifted, and the nearby water world was pushed away by the terrifying force, and the rain was swept away. But none of this mattered to the old nun.

What’s important is that a black “line” emerges on the white surface of the lighthouse.

At this moment, not only the old nun, but everyone in Blackwood Town, all the children and armed men in the monastery, and the monks and researchers under the lighthouse were all stunned.

The lighthouse that, in their impression, stood as tall as the foundation of the world, collapsed.

Boom!

As the earth shook, the old nun lost all her power.

She was still looking at the fallen lighthouse in dismay, while the rapier had pierced her chest and lifted her up.

“All gone…” At the very end, the old man who had gone mad after his daughter’s death and done everything for her was in tears: “All gone!”

However, "Doris" ignored her cries and tilted her head with a smile: "The dance is over~, your dancing skills are all assessed as - unqualified."

With a flick of his wrist, the sword turned a circle in his hand, and the extended barbs on the sword body rotated like a meat grinder, crushing the old nun's body into pieces.

　Happy New Year

　　
　
(End of this chapter)