Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 624 Being helpful always brings good things.
How did it get here?

"what happened!?"

The four of them didn't have time to think and instantly unleashed the illusionary powers they possessed. However, before they could unleash their power, the sculpture behind them was faster than they could raise the muzzle of the bone spear.

Chu Chu Chu!
Sharp bullets swept inside the car, instantly turning the vehicle into a sieve.

A black wind blew, shaking the sculpture's body and sending it flying backward.

Four people got out of the car. The two people sitting in the back seat were slightly injured and bleeding from their wounds, while the two people in the front seat were not seriously hurt and only suffered minor injuries.

"The sculpture is back again!" one person said through gritted teeth.

After exchanging a glance, the four launched an attack on the sculpture without hesitation. Four black winds, like tangible claws, hurtled towards the still stiff sculpture.

Suddenly, the wrecked black sedan next to them was lifted up, and to the astonishment of the four, Zheng Fan slammed the car down on them with one hand.

Bang!
The black wind tore through the vehicles; naturally, they wouldn't be easily knocked down by a single car. However, Zheng Fan didn't pay much attention to them; the sculpture's target was clear, charging directly at him.

The large hand slammed down, seemingly stiff and slow, but the movement was as if it had been sped up in a frame, and in the blink of an eye it crossed the distance between them and landed above Zheng Fan's head.

Zheng Fan shifted his feet slightly, and the stone hand landed on the ground, embedding itself deeply and creating fine, spiderweb-like cracks.

Before the statue could raise its hand, Zheng Fan kicked it.

Keng!
With a muffled thud, Zheng Fan raised an eyebrow, amused. Even though it was just a casual kick, he couldn't even budge the statue?
Super-inspirational things really do defy logic.

The statue moved again, adopting a posture with its shoulders lowered.

Bang!
In the blink of an eye, it suddenly lunged forward, its body leaving two tracks on the road surface as if it had moved sideways. Zheng Fan had moved away from it before it could make a move. The sculpture, having missed Zheng Fan, then set its sights on the four people behind it.

They dodged in panic, but two of them, already injured, were powerless to cope with the sculpture's sudden high-speed impact.

As the sound of flesh colliding with a stone body that was not at all like stone rang out, one of them was smashed to pieces, while another person who was closer was also affected, grazed and fell to the ground.

The sculpture stiffly switched from its sprinting stance back to a normal standing posture, turning its head 180 degrees to look at Zheng Fan behind it. Its target was quite clear: it had locked onto Zheng Fan.

It drew its gun again and aimed it at Zheng Fan.

Bang!
Immediately afterwards, its arm was severed.

Cheng Fei's body was engulfed in the dark gray flames of Death's Hidden Aura. Combined with Zheng Fan's direct mobilization of the power of the "World of Death," the fundamental information-shattering ability was something that could not be resisted by mere physical strength.

Let alone hardness, most forces in this world cannot resist "death".

Zheng Fan stood still, holding the severed hand of the sculpture in his hand, and easily pulverized the stone sculpture hand as the flames burned.

"It's quite strange. I can't sense any supernatural factors at all, but it has an unusual level of hardness and mobility," Zheng Fan pondered.

The sculpture paused only briefly after being suddenly damaged, before preparing to sprint forward again.

When it moves long distances, it basically exhibits discontinuous, instantaneous movement. This ability can be used better when no one is paying attention.

So Zheng Fan closed his eyes.

A gust of wind rushed towards him, and Zheng Fan suddenly opened his eyes—there was nothing in front of him!
Behind his head, the sculpture extends another hand, slashing at Zheng Fan's nape with a chop.

Zheng Fan calmly leaned forward, dodging the sudden stab, then twisted his waist and abdomen, raising his leg with the force of death to kick the sculpture's jaw.

Bang!
The heavy stone sculpture was kicked into the air by Zheng Fan, and in the process, it was burned and shattered by the blackish-gray flames, turning into ashes in mid-air. "So you can even try to be clever." Zheng Fan smiled and turned to look at the remaining three.

One of them was lying on the ground spitting blood, while the other two looked at Zheng Fan with solemn expressions.

“Everyone here has hallucinations and that distinctive black wind ability. You’re from the Black Cult, aren’t you?” Zheng Fan revealed their identities.

This most famous extremist religion in the capital had previously attempted to disrupt a large-scale joint performance by a monastery band and spread its doctrines.

But I heard that the authorities easily took it down.

On Zheng Fan's side, their presence was really not that high. I originally thought they were super-spiritual hunters, but they turned out to be a religion that believed in the dark world.

Zheng Fan recalled that their doctrine seemed to include the idea that "the dark world is the fundamental reality." This doctrine, which was scorned in Dadu, coincided with the understanding of the dark world held by his group of illusionists.

Moreover, this sect is quite adept at cultivating illusions of a fixed ability, and there seems to be more to their story than meets the eye.

The two remaining fighters wanted to make a move, but Zheng Fan said, "I don't like the slow pace of keeping people alive to slowly extract information. If you make any further rash moves, I will kill you without mercy. You can be grateful to me for sparing your lives now."

The two, who were about to try to escape, froze on the spot.

It wasn't just the oppressive feeling emanating from Zheng Fan, but also the hallucinations within them that were wailing and begging them not to move.

The illusions that usually treated them coldly were practically begging for mercy from Zheng Fan when faced with this person.

So should one listen to their instincts and illusions, surrender and likely go to jail, or follow reason and try to escape?

The two exchanged a glance, and in their solemn expressions, they understood each other's answer.

They raised their hands and shouted, "We surrender! Don't kill us!"

The only regret was that the person lying on the ground succumbed to his severe injuries and died with his eyes open before surrendering.

……

Extremely uneasy because of what had just happened, Chaxilu and Moman arrived at Fish Eye Alley. The taxi driver dropped them off without charging them, said goodbye, and left.

"Hey, you're just arriving?" Zheng Fan suddenly stepped out from behind them and greeted them, startling Qiaxi Lu.

"You...you...you weren't just now?" Chaxilu was somewhat incoherent.

Zheng Fan tilted his head: "You don't think that if I dealt with that little thing and walked over, I would be slower than you guys by car, do you?"

Chaxilu opened his mouth, then chose to give up. Between not being able to figure it out and feeling insecure, he figured it was better to just stay dumb and let it go.

Mo Mang patted Chaxilu on the shoulder; he truly felt no burden whatsoever. He had little curiosity and a very high degree of acceptance of most sudden, bizarre events.

It even makes one suspect that his sanity is locked.

"Who are those people?"

“It’s a cult, and you’re their target,” Zheng replied.

"Huh? A cult? I've never messed with a cult!" Chasilu panicked. How did things get so complicated? How did his psychic abilities become associated with a cult?
"Anyway, let's go to your house first. This request is getting interesting. It seems that being helpful always brings good things," Zheng Fan said with a kind smile.

Even though this smile brought no comfort to Chassilu.

(End of this chapter)