Given a choice, Pousion wouldn't stay here, it would escape.

Even if it knows that the consequence of not cooperating with the selection is that the restriction embedded in its body will be activated, it will collapse directly.

All the phantom beasts that have appeared before have actually been embedded with restrictions in their bodies in advance. This restriction is connected to the formation in the square, and each team has a separate formation master in charge of the formation.

Defeat the phantom beasts in the team within the barrier to gain freedom.

Phantom beasts that do not cooperate with the selection will be directly executed.

Each formation mage can judge by himself whether the team in the formation he is responsible for has lost the possibility of winning, and thus end the selection early. The phantom beasts will be controlled by the formation to avoid greater casualties.

In principle, Pousion's spiritual realm, that is, its soul blessing, causes the soul to have a "boiling" effect, thereby lifting the target's soul wall extremely realistically in a "false" state.

It itself does not transmit any soul energy, but acts as a catalyst.

But now, it, the catalyst, is tightly imprisoned in this reaction.

Puxien would rather die now than continue on. There are some things in this world that are more terrifying than death.

Especially the picture “in front of you”,

Can you see it yourself?

damn,

I am willing to enter the trial field to help your Kosmos Cult conduct the selection test in order to gain freedom;

But,

Do you yourselves know who you are selecting?

No,

Do you even need to select him?

…

"These are all fake, fake, all fake, this is...an illusion."

Karen gradually got out of the initial panic. He had too much experience in dealing with illusions, and he also had enough support to deal with soul attacks.

However, when Karen gradually woke up and returned to self-awareness, the illusion did not dissipate and she did not wake up. Instead, the surrounding environment began to expand and become more detailed.

Has the intensity of the illusion increased?

Karen could only guess this way, because Ashley provided very little information about Puccin, and the organizer's almost shameless way made Puccin launch a sneak attack on everyone in the team as soon as he appeared on the stage. There was no one at all.

A process of gradual exposure and familiarity.

Therefore, Karen has not realized that the illusion he is in now is actually a wall he built for himself.

A rope has been put around his neck, and it is his own hands that are holding the rope. The more awake he is, the tighter the rope around his neck becomes.

The world in front of him began to tilt. Karen subconsciously wanted to maintain his balance, but found that he could not do it. His center of gravity was disturbed by the tilted world, and he fell backwards.

"Bang!"

When the back of his head hit the ground hard, Karen realized that it was not that the world had tilted, but that everything in his own perception had overturned.

It has been a long, long time since I have felt so weak, even when my spiritual power was overdrawn.

"Karen, Karen?"

Um?

Karen opened her eyes and found that she was lying on a bed, with many people sitting or standing beside it.

"Oh, thank God, Karen, you finally woke up." Aunt Winnie cried with joy.

Aunt Mary smiled, then her face fell again, but soon she smiled again.

Uncle Mason patted his chest and said, "My nephew woke up, haha."

"Brother Karen?"

Mina, Lunt and Chrissy stared at Karen curiously.

"Uncle...aunt...aunt..."

Karen sat up from the bed. The expressions of the people around him were still so real, and the warmth of family was so delicate, but... something seemed to be missing?

What's missing?

Karen couldn't help but put her hand on her head. What was missing?

"Karen, don't scare me. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Uncle Mason asked with concern.

Karen resisted the tearing feeling in her head, raised her head with difficulty, and once again glanced at the faces of everyone beside her bed.

Everyone is here, who is missing?

"Karen, you are recovering from your illness. Come on, lie down and rest."

Aunt Winnie put her hand on Karen's shoulder and pressed him down gently.

Karen's body slowly relaxed and lay down.

Yes, I am just recovering from my illness and I need to rest.

"Be obedient, Karen. If you rest a little longer and sleep again, you will feel much better." Uncle Mason said.

Yes, just take a nap and you'll be fine.

The back of my head was pressed against the soft pillow, and the feeling of comfort and comfort immediately emerged.

But just when Karen was about to close his eyes, his expression suddenly became solemn, and his eyes immediately opened completely:

"Missing people!"

Karen put her hands on the bed to get herself up again.

"Karen, you need to rest." Uncle Mason said.

"Yes, it will be good for your health to sleep a little longer," Aunt Mary said.

"Be good, Karen, be good," Aunt Winnie advised.

"Brother Karen, you should have a good rest and then play with us again." My cousins ​​also began to persuade me.

"Missing people!"

Karen stared and forced the words out of her throat again.

At this time, Uncle Mason, Aunt Mary, Aunt Winnie, and cousins ​​all reached out and pressed their hands on Karen's body, trying to push Karen back onto the bed.

"Missing people!"

Karen let out a low growl, then pushed away the hand on his body with all his strength, rolled off the bed, and then rushed towards the bedroom door while crawling. The moment he stood up, Karen opened the door to the bedroom.

The door was closed, his back pressed against the door, his head lowered, and he began to breathe heavily.

"This is fake, this is fake, this is fake..."

This voice began to rise in her heart, and Karen began to repeat it in a low voice.

There was no sound in the bedroom behind him and it was completely quiet.

Looking at the floor under his feet, Karen gritted his teeth and looked puzzled:

Is this illusion so powerful?

The previous experience and calmness in facing the soul attack were all ineffective this time.

Obviously he is still determined, but why is he becoming more and more like a white rat trapped in a glass tank and constantly scurrying around?

Karen raised his head and looked at the window sill on the third floor in front of him.

There, lying there was a person, a person who looked exactly like me. His face was haggard and his expression was numb. He just lay there, and the sunlight outside shone on him, not bringing him any vitality at all. It was more like

It covered him with a layer of paleness.

His eyes were staring blankly upward. On the ceiling above, there were two figures, one man and one woman. Darkness was constantly flowing out of them, as if they were still bleeding.

"Why did I see you?" Karen reached out and pressed her forehead, and the groggy feeling that had just been dispelled came back again.

The man lying on the windowsill turned his head towards Karen, and he smiled, showing his white teeth.

At the same time, a terrible wound appeared on his chest, which was where the heart was, but there was nothing there.

"I'm useless, I'm useless, I'm useless, I'm useless..."

He was repeating these words.

Karen took a deep breath and kept her body balanced. An illusion is still an illusion!

The best way to break the illusion is to look directly at it, face it, and then conquer it!

Karen walked towards the window sill. Lying on the windowsill, he stopped murmuring repeatedly and shouted:

"So he killed me to free up my body and make room for you to live in!"

Karen's steps froze.

"This is the cause of my death, this is the cause of my death, because he wanted you to come, so I died. It was he who killed me, and it was also because of your arrival that he killed me!"
To be continued...