Under Wuming's careful arrangements, for the next ten months, Taoist Mosquito was in a constant state of panic, with bad thoughts coming into his mind almost every few minutes.
However, Taoist Mosquito himself became numb first. After all, these bad thoughts did not come true on him. He did not realize that those were bad thoughts and was completely immersed in fear.
All the fake Wuming created by Mosquito Taoist's negative thoughts were captured by Wuming one by one. As Wuming stacked more and more shells of all things, one or two fake Wuming could no longer have any impact on reality and would be controlled by Wuming the moment they appeared.
But the lack of movement was even more terrifying, so that Taoist Mosquito was always at the critical point where his spirit was tense but not yet broken.
In just ten months, Taoist Mosquito had become emaciated, skinny, and thin. The mental stress not only weighed on his soul, but also reflected on his body.
Many viewers doubted whether Taoist Mosquito could survive the last month.
At this time, Taoist Mosquito was hiding in an underground relic, which should be an ancient tomb. He hid in one of the tombs, and his body would shake violently from time to time.
It’s not that he wants to tremble, but the nameless divine consciousness always sweeps over from time to time.
Fortunately, he had practiced a technique to conceal his breath. Relying on this technique, Wuming never discovered his existence. Perhaps in Wuming's scan, he was just a corpse in the tomb.
"Come out, Taoist Mosquito, I found you." Wuming's voice suddenly sounded.
Taoist Mosquito knew very well that Wuming had not noticed him at all. Wuming had said this countless times. Although he was worried that Wuming would suddenly appear every time, there was no movement.
Obviously, this is just a threat and there is nothing to be afraid of.
He didn't know that every time he was afraid, a fake Wuming would be created. Once Wuming got what he wanted, he would naturally not continue to force him.
Moreover, after the cycle was formed, Wuming no longer paid attention to this matter. His attention had long been shifted to games and animations. Xiaoxi was the executor for the past ten months.
"There is still one month left. By the way, if someone is worried that this month will be extended indefinitely, will that be true?" Wuming threw the comic on the ground and suddenly muttered to himself.
When the audience outside heard Wuming talking to himself, they were shocked for a moment, but then they felt that this idea would not come true. After all, this level would be too difficult.
Although this level is difficult now, after the death of at least a few trial-takers who could not control their inner selves, this level is actually very safe.
Except for Wuming who was so bold as to use this level to frantically brush the Shell of All Laws, the other trial participants were all law-abiding in practicing, sleeping, making themselves idiots, and using various means to avoid having negative thoughts.
Even Taoist Mosquito is actually quite law-abiding.
Apart from not realizing that his negative thoughts would give birth to the fake Wuming, he was concentrating on practicing the Breath-Concealing Technique most of the time, so naturally he had no chance to let his imagination run wild.
In another month, this stage will be over and most trial-takers should be able to survive.
Of course, all this is based on the premise that Wuming and Taoist Mosquito do not cause any accidents.