Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 559 "Remnants" in My Eyes

Rabi and Carrot were not surprised. Carrot circled around Rabi and neutralized all the attacks. Rabi drew a gun and aimed it at one of the enemies through the rain.

boom!
The moment the gunshot rang out, the man's forehead exploded, leaving him no chance to struggle before he became a corpse.

Carrot raised one hand, holding a gun, and followed Rabi, firing shots.

Another gunshot rang out, taking the life of an enemy.

The remaining enemies showed slight hesitation. Rabi took a step and leaped onto Carrot's shoulder. Carrot lunged forward, and the shockwaves parted the rain curtain, leaving ripples on the street.

The soil and rocks on the ground were moved in an attempt to disturb the radish, but the radish crushed them with a heavy stomp.

Rabbi dodged a throwing knife aimed straight at her head, pulled a black stick from her boot, and unfurled it into an umbrella shape. The "umbrella" quickly split into several pieces and flew toward a distant target.

Despite carrying Rabbi, Radish's movements remained fluid, or rather, Rabbi's presence on Radish no longer affected him; their movements were coordinated and unified, forming a seamless whole.

The black sword light in his hand sliced ​​through the approaching flying objects, and Radish moved forward unimpeded.

Rabbi's black umbrella fragments surrounded one of them. The opponent was highly skilled, throwing knives dancing on his fingertips. His body was also covered in flowing black energy. He threw the knives out of his hand, deflecting the surrounding fragments, and dodged the attacking fragments as if performing gymnastics.

Despite this, Rabi remained calm and expressionless. While coordinating with Radish's movements, the red data stream in her eyes flickered, and she fired a shot.

After the bullet flew out, it deflected several times on the fragments of his own black umbrella, accurately predicting the opponent's movements and piercing into the enemy's temple.

The originally graceful aerial spin suddenly fell apart, and the person crashed to the ground with twisted limbs.

What followed was utter devastation; the team's attack on Carrot and Rabbi ended in failure, and all of them paid the ultimate price.

"You two would be perfect as the two bosses in some action games right now," Zheng Fan finally said, praising them.

“Mr. Doll, is that a compliment?” Rabbi asked, turning around.

“Beep…”

When Zheng Fan was on the verge of rebellion, Rabbi and Radish both discovered him, but at that time they focused on dealing with the people who were lying in ambush.

"Of course it's a compliment. You might even become the number one dung monsters," Zheng Fan laughed.

"That doesn't sound like a compliment at all," Rabbi retorted.

"Beep beep..." Radish agreed, as it didn't want to be associated with "feces".

"Do you two particularly enjoy coming out in the rain?" Zheng Fan looked at the sky again. "It's raining this hard here too. Is it a coincidence or something else..."

Rabbi was also quite helpless, reaching out to smooth his damp curly hair: "We just arrived here, hoping to ask for some information and find a place to stay for the night. But the city is eerily quiet at night, and we couldn't find a place to stay."

"What's going on with these guys? Each of them has illusion factors. The one with the throwing knife had an illusion, but your bullet killed it and its host together." Zheng Fan asked, glancing at the corpses on the ground.

"I don't know, but around the time of the New Year in Dadu, when Luobo and I first arrived at the mountain village near Jilei City, we encountered a phantom disguised as a mountain god. Its worship covered several mountain peaks. Luobo and I severely injured it, but we couldn't eliminate it directly. It probably came to this city to ask for help."

As he spoke, Rabbi gestured to the gun in his hand. The gun's design remained the same, but the key difference was that the type of ammunition inside had changed from the previous type used for the White World. "An anti-illusion weapon?" Zheng Fan was somewhat surprised.

“After all, with Mr. Doll’s information, making this kind of bullet isn’t difficult at all. Mr. Doll is like a god; even a tiny remnant can provide me with tremendous help.” Rabi pointed to his eyes, a black dot rooted in a sea of ​​red.

"You actually left my information." It's hard to react to this if Zheng Fan doesn't pay attention, just like a dragon shedding a piece of skin—it's impossible to be sensitive enough to react immediately. And what fell off his body is quite dangerous, like the small branch he planted on the Jiangwen Jiedao. "Be careful, don't let it grow on its own, or it might turn on you before I even realize it."

What Zheng Fan sheds from himself carries the most direct and pure malice toward everything, aside from the "Zheng Fan" personality.

The sapling planted on Jiangwen Street, if not for the investigation team from Dadu arresting and controlling it, would have eventually grown into a high-intensity independent hallucination.

The same principle applies to what appears in a rabbi's eyes.

Although making a wish is easy, there are still some risks involved if it's not under Zheng Fan's control.

"It has indeed started to grow in my eyes. If I hadn't been extracting its information bit by bit to nourish the radish and develop some props and weapons, it would have devoured me by now," Rabbi said calmly, making a startling statement.

Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes: "You're pushing yourself too hard. The revenge should have ended by now."

Radish stood silently to the side without making a sound.

Rabi remained noncommittal, continuing, "However, even so, its growth rate is still getting faster and faster. It's probably because every time its information is extracted, it inevitably comes into contact with external information. Anyway, Carrot can call Mr. Doll anytime, so I was thinking of maximizing its use before contacting you."

“It might hurt a lot to pull it out directly,” Zheng Fan said with a playful smile. “Although its ‘branches and leaves’ couldn’t grow healthily because of your control, its roots have already taken deep root in you.”

Using Zheng Fan's power behind his back is bound to come at a price. It's already quite fortunate that Zheng Fan can provide a safety net and prevent a direct backlash.

"Hmm. Let's talk about it later. It might still be useful for a while." Rabbi covered one eye, looking a bit childish.

But her eyes truly possess magical power, and they truly seal within the "power of an evil god."

“Fine, do as you please.” Zheng Fan spread his hands, offering maximum leniency. “However, do we really have to keep exchanging pleasantries like this in this downpour?”

It's normal that Zheng Fan and Luo Bo don't care, but the rabbi kept getting soaked in the rain without any problem, as if he had gotten used to it.

This isn't the first time I've soaked potatoes in water.

“Isn’t this what we’re looking for? There seem to be people in the surrounding houses, but it’s inexplicably quiet. It seems like this city has been like this for a while now. It’s the effect of hallucinations,” the rabbi said, looking around.

"Interesting, is it because it's close to that mine?"

“We should at least find a local to get some information. Whether it’s a hallucination or not doesn’t really matter, as long as it doesn’t affect our trip to the mine. But if this city is completely overrun by hallucination-related issues, it might be easier to deal with.” Rabbi shook his little head.

Zheng Fan grabbed the shaking little head and rubbed it; the little curly hair felt quite comfortable to rub.

I casually brushed against the smooth, hard-boiled egg again. It had been a while since I'd touched it, and I realized that I could never get tired of playing with that smooth head.

The stress-relieving effect that the potato and carrot combination brought to Zheng Fan was quite unique among the various hosts.

(End of this chapter)