Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 672 Beyond the Door...

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"They managed to force her in so easily... No, she seemed almost impatient. It's more like she already knew what was going on here, but she's still very confident in herself." Inside the mansion, a Prism Squad member who was secretly observing the situation said with some surprise.

"In the end, all the clues and key fragments we prepared for her were for nothing," White Rose said regretfully.

"I told you, no idiot in real life would turn their own belongings into a puzzle game! Even a normal person would find this strange!" His teammate couldn't help but retort.

"That's hard to say. I've heard that smart people and detectives love solving mysteries." White Rose shrugged.

"Furthermore, Jackson's movements are too fast. Even if she were to follow your puzzle-solving method step by step, Jackson's chasing speed would not give her the opportunity to solve the puzzle while running."

"Jackson is a complete freak. The design is terrible."

"Let's put aside the gaming terminology for now. Anyway, the result was as expected; both of them went inside."

"Putting aside the possibility of that girl dying in the lab, how can you be sure Jackson can achieve your goals? He probably doesn't even know what this place is," White Rose asked doubtfully.

“He doesn’t need to know. As long as he’s a hallucination host, he and the hallucinations within him will naturally crave what’s left in the lab. If he dies in there too, everything will remain the same. If he succeeds and takes control of that thing, that’s perfect. We’ll make a profit.”

Bai Qiangwei said sarcastically, "Don't forget that this arrogant kid has never taken anyone in the army seriously except for the Half-Immortal. Once he comes out and his strength has increased, he will definitely come after you."

"Just calculate it for him if you want. It's all for the sake of Dadu. If he can really fight his way out, what's wrong with being his slave for life?" The person next to him said casually, without any burden.

Bai Qiangwei was somewhat speechless. She certainly didn't have the awareness to deal with such people. In the end, she would just try to go far away to avoid being harmed.

Jackson, a low-level lad from the gray neighborhood, suddenly gained the power of one of the top classes in the metropolis, and his desires swelled considerably.

White Rose has also been harassed, so it's safe to say that if Jackson becomes our big brother, she'll most likely be lying in bed waiting to be... harassed if she doesn't run away.

"Where is the fortune teller?"

"He's probably chatting with Modish right now. But after talking for so long, the outcome might not be very friendly."

Meanwhile, deep within the Modish mansion, in a room far more desolate than the area downstairs Lin Yilin had just passed through—this vital escape route for the Modish family—was now littered with corpses.

Only an elderly man, paralyzed on one side, lay in a pool of blood, barely breathing.

"We did send a few babies out, but that only ensures the bloodline continues. And bloodlines are nothing but self-comfort for you. For safety's sake, these children will grow up in the gray neighborhoods under assumed names. They have no clear understanding of their origins, and they are perfectly at ease integrating into their environment, struggling in the mire alongside those you used to look down on. Even if they ever learn the truth about their origins, they won't dare to return to the central government."

Jian Banxian's slightly plump body took light steps, walking through the pool of blood without causing a ripple or making a sound.

"Jian Banxian...you ungrateful bastard!" The old man's voice was weak, but he could not hide the anger contained within it.

"Ungrateful? Personally speaking, yes, I received your kindness and now I've almost wiped out your entire family. But from another perspective, it's white who owes gray so much," Jian Banxian said with a smile.

The old man from the Mordish family just stared intently at Jian Banxian: "Gray...you...what...?"

"Black and white clash and scheme against each other, while gray is easily forgotten in the end. As a buffer zone for the white world, white dumps all the unnecessary garbage onto gray, and the cold black tramples on it without restraint. Of course, gray is not an independent world; it is indeed just a parasite sucking blood from both worlds... But like those representatives of the black world, parasites also have their own way of living." As Jian Banxian spoke, a gray glint flashed in his small eyes.

"you……"

"Thank you for your help all this time. If you had been a little slower, and hadn't made any rash moves last night to disrupt my plans, allowing the 'Pulse' to return to the Black World to complete its final awakening and transformation before invading Dadu, things wouldn't have escalated to this point. Everything would have been much simpler, but alas... I have no choice but to end your lives myself. I still feel a little sad." Despite saying this, Jian Banxian's smile remained undiminished.

As he spoke, Jian Banxian looked down.

The last adult member of the Modish family had long since passed away, his eyes wide open in death, staring at Jian Banxian, but nothing was reflected in them.

"Oh dear, what a pity, you didn't even get to hear the whole thing... Oh well. I guess you'll have to tell the rest to Lord Immortal Lighthouse." Jian Banxian shrugged helplessly, turned around, and said in a calm voice.

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Lin Yilin opened her eyes. There was some light in front of her, but it was very weak, and she could only vaguely see the outlines of some things.

She tried to take a step, but tripped over something and lost her balance.

A pair of strong hands supported her, causing her body to tense up immediately.

But soon, she felt a familiar touch.

“Mr. Illusion…please speak up in advance next time this happens.” Lin Yilin relaxed her body, completely transferring her weight to Zheng Fan, without any hesitation.

"You say that, but your body doesn't seem to mind at all." Zheng Fan himself naturally didn't mind either, and gently picked up Lin Yilin.

"Of course I could never dislike Mr. Illusion," Lin Yilin said softly.

Zheng Fan smiled, feeling quite pleased, but knew he needed to maintain a cool and reserved demeanor at times like this. He radiated just the right amount of light, illuminating the surroundings without being glaring.

“Mr. Illusion, are you in physical form now?” Lin Yilin squeezed Zheng Fan’s hand.

Lin Yilin couldn't distinguish whether Zheng Fan was a physical entity or not; to her, there was no difference between the virtual and physical Zheng Fan at the level of contact.

However, aside from her tangible senses, Lin Yilin also possesses a kind of inexplicable feeling.

“Hmm, this should be considered a kind of illusionary realm, but it seems a bit different from other illusionary realms. It’s very mixed and has a special nature. We need more information to make a judgment.” Zheng Fan nodded and said, “Also, what you just stepped on was a pitiful corpse.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Yilin lowered her head, which happened to meet a pair of female corpses with grotesque and twisted faces, dressed in gray straitjackets.

"I don't think I stepped on her just now," Lin Yilin said after a moment of silence, recalling the feeling under her foot.

One of the corpse's hands, torn from its straitjacket, stretched out and remained frozen in mid-air.

Although the corpse is now motionless, even in that fleeting moment of panic, Lin Yilin was certain that her leg had been pulled by a hand in the pitch black.

(End of this chapter)