Tick, tick...

There was a sound of water drops echoing gently in my ears.

It was very slow at first, just like Ryan's heartbeat. It took a long time to ring. After that, it slowly accelerated and got faster and faster. Ryan's heartbeat became as rapid as the rhythm of the sound of the water droplets. Later, it was like a sudden rain floating in the sky, and the raindrops fell from the eaves of the eaves to the ground, as if they were rushing.

Ryan felt very uncomfortable.

It's like a nightmare.

He wanted to wake up from this state, but his body could not move. He could not control his body, even though his mind was very clear.

What's going on?

Something went wrong in practicing?

The breathing and breathing technique that Ryan practiced was his own creation. The foundation of breathing technique comes from the breathing technique of family-born internal martial arts. Later, he combined with Indian yoga ascetics and other methods. In the end, he learned from the strengths of all schools and became unique. It was no longer pure martial arts, but faintly belonged to the category of mysticism. On the Shuilan Star, although it could not use the spirit to influence matter purely, it could stimulate its own potential and do something incredible to ordinary people.

This is why he was able to stand out among the many adventurers, enter the bottom of the mysterious pyramid, and finally get the Golden Book.

Therefore, even though he felt palpitations and was uncomfortable, Ryan's mind was still as solid as a rock and he had never been panicked.

In his previous life, he wandered between life and death countless times, dancing on the tip of the knife of death. He understood one thing: when things were about to come, there must not be any panic. In the face of danger, emotional fluctuations would not be of any help.

calm!

Need absolute calm!

He opened his eyes.

The blood-red sea...

What caught my eye was a blood-red sea. Blood fell from the sky like a rainstorm, flooding the ground, forming a vast ocean. His body was floating on the sea of ​​blood, drifting with the flow.

The smell of blood was permeated between the nose.

Cold and harsh!

The skin all over my body was full of goose bumps and my heart rate stopped.

Could it be that breathing method is incompatible with this world?

fear!

Fear arises from the heart!

He is a human being after all, and he is still inevitably emotional.

Although my mind did not collapse, my body had an instinctive reaction, and my whole body was tense, trembling involuntarily like a knee-bounce reaction, and my teeth were clenched, and I still giggled.

reality?

Hallucination?

It looks like a illusion and reality, and it is difficult to distinguish for a while.

Fear can kill people, especially unknown fears.

If a person is scared to death and has a heart-breaking heart, this is not an exaggeration, but an example.

Most people will bow down in the face of fear, give up resistance, and let despair subdue themselves. Gu Chaoyang from Shuilanxing is not an ordinary person, and he will never choose to admit defeat and surrender.

There is a sentence in a book he likes.

You can kill me, but you must never defeat me!

A lamp of the heart is as silent as a lotus.

Ryan visualized a heart lamp, and his soul emitted a glimmer of light. He visualized the glimmer of light spreading out little by little, dispelling the boundless darkness, and then dispelling the fear that enveloped his mind.

The wick of the heart lamp is a golden flame the size of a soybean.

This is a vision that has never happened before.

At Shui Lanxing, he had visualized the heart lamp countless times at that time, and had never had such a flame. At that time, the light in his heart was mostly illusory, not as solid as it is now.

The golden flames flashed in a flash.

The sea of ​​blood retreated from his eyes like a tide and disappeared into the depths of darkness.

He thought he would wake up from the nightmare.

However, the next moment, he found himself appearing in a wet and dark alley, with moss-covered walls on both sides, towering into the clouds. Looking up, the moon was blocked by the high courtyard walls on both sides, with only a trace of yellow moonlight falling.

Footsteps!

There were rapid footsteps behind me.

He wanted to look back, but his body was out of control.

Still in a nightmare!

It's still a Qingming dream!

The so-called Qingming Dream means that when people dream, they still have a clear self-awareness, have the ability to think and remember when they are awake, and even the feelings in the dream are the same as in reality.

Qingming Meng is similar to his current state, but it is also very different.

He cannot use one word to describe his current state.

Qingming Dream is just a call it!

He was scared.

To be precise, there is another consciousness in this body.

The consciousness was extremely frightened and kept asking for help, and there was no other thought except asking for help.

Ryan could feel this consciousness, but this consciousness knew nothing about him.

Then, Ryan started running.

Driven by that consciousness, running forward.

Behind him, the footsteps became rapid, accompanied by a violent gasp.

The consciousness started to cry.

Ryan could hear the crying sound, and cried desperately after being completely crushed by fear, a kind of unspeakable pity.

Another sound was added to my ears.

A very uncomfortable sound for the eardrum. Although Ryan couldn't look back, he knew that it was the sound of the blade scraping on the bluestone wall.

Is this being hunted?

At that moment, he wanted to laugh a little.

What kind of shit dream is this?

However, since time travel and rebirth exists, it is not surprising that anything strange happens.

Smack...

When my feet slipped, I was roughly stepping on the slippery moss. I staggered and fell heavily to the ground. Maybe I had fallen hard and couldn't get up for a while. Driven by fear, I could only crawl forward.

The crying consciousness had completely collapsed, and he could only crawl forward subconsciously, aimlessly.

There was a puddle on the ground, which had not dried up after the rain. The yellow moonlight fell from above his head and shook on the water. He saw the reflection in the water. It was a fleeting face, pale and bloodless, with tears flying on his face, and a fluffy and curly blonde hair.

It was a young woman.

Looking further, the woman had already climbed through the puddle.

The footsteps are getting closer...

Ryan's consciousness was bound in the woman's body, like a bystander, who could only observe the world from a woman's perspective. No matter how hard he tried, he could not control the body.

So he could only watch it happen.

The woman was pulled up by someone's long hair, her head tilted backwards, and she looked at the dizzy moonlight above her head.

A floating cloud comes over to cover the moonlight.

There was a touch of coldness between the neck.

The woman was crying, her whole body trembling involuntarily...

Ryan's mind was calm and there was a warning in his heart. For some reason, he always felt that if he sat there and watched all this happen, he would also suffer a significant injury when the cold blade cut the woman's neck.

So, fear seemed to be contagious and he had a sense of induction.

That's not a good experience.

He has to find a way to break free!
Chapter completed!