It is precisely because of Xu Dingjia's previous efforts that everyone still has a glimmer of hope in this nightmare consciousness.
But as time goes by, this glimmer of hope has become increasingly slim.
It's half past midnight, and the night is getting dark.
Jiang Cheng walked forward step by step, but finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.
Heavy breathing.
Jiang Cheng's vision was completely white, and he could only hear his own breathing. My heart beat like a drum, almost beating out of my chest. Sweat dripped down his hair, and the ground soon became wet. He wanted to get up again, but felt nauseous and almost vomited immediately. But when he opened his mouth, Jiang Cheng felt as if his throat was stuffed with a piece of burning sandpaper, dry and painful.
All these things told Jiang Cheng that reaching this point was already his limit.
No, we can’t give up yet.
Jiang Cheng wanted to talk to himself, but he couldn't even make a sound. He could only shout in his head. He raised his head with difficulty and saw what seemed to be a tall silhouette deep in the mist, which was in the direction of the lunatic asylum.
It's very close, we'll be there soon.
With such hope, Jiang Cheng finally stood up slowly.
A gust of wind blew, and the fog in front of me seemed to lighten a little. Jiang Cheng felt that his body was so hot that it was on fire. When the wind blew, he suddenly felt a little cool. However, this is not just refreshing. The temperature on his body gradually dropped, and Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that the wind was a little strange, but he couldn't explain why for the moment.
The wind continued to blow, and the heat in Jiang Cheng's body had long since disappeared, replaced by waves of coldness. Even the sweat showed signs of freezing, and it made a loud sound after falling.
At this time, Jiang Cheng also saw clearly that the fog within ten meters with him as the center had completely disappeared. However, ten meters away, the mist was endless and seemed to surround him heavily.
Roar.
A continuous stream of strange sounds.
It seemed like a wild dog, or some kind of wild beast, or even some unnamed terrifying monster that only existed in legends.
Jiang Cheng heard these roars coming from the fog in front of him.
Scarlet light flickered in the mist, and the more Jiang Cheng looked at it, the more he felt that those were pairs of eyes. Not only are there pairs of eyes, but some are even many eyes connected together, and each eye is as big as a bucket. It is impossible to imagine what kind of terrifying shape it will look like behind the fog.
There is no doubt that Jiangcheng and the others are surrounded. Surrounding them are monsters in the consciousness of existence and nightmare. Jiang Cheng didn't know what those monsters were called, but he had no doubt that they exuded strong malice.
Jiang Cheng also understood that the source of the oppressive feeling all along was the countless scarlet gazes. From the moment night fell, he had been targeted by various monsters in his nightmare consciousness. It was only after twelve o'clock, when the boundary between reality and illusion blurred, that they gradually emerged.
Almost all eyes were focused on Jiang Cheng. This creature who was still awake in the middle of the night aroused their curiosity, and also gave them strong hostility and...appetite. The fog was billowing, but it seemed to move out of the way around Jiangcheng consciously, as if marking him as a conspicuous target.
Facing the sudden strange scene, Jiang Cheng finally despaired. Although he was unwilling to give up, the current situation left him unable to think of any solution.
"Could it be that we have to wake up Xu Dingjia in the end?" Jiang Cheng looked at the monk standing blankly, unable to make a move.
Jiang Cheng knew that now that he was in a dead situation, even if Xu Dingjia woke up, it would not be of any help. At best, it's just one more conscious human being, giving these monsters hiding in the fog one more choice.
Although he was unwilling to give up hope, Jiang Cheng had to admit that this time, there was really nothing he could do.
The fog suddenly began to shrink, and Jiang Cheng saw that countless eyes were approaching him, and the roar seemed to be close to his ears.
In a daze, Jiang Cheng seemed to see his past memories, the beautiful ones, the sad ones, and all kinds of sordid ones... All of these flashed before his eyes, as if he had entered the underworld, the great existence deep in his consciousness. He is judging his own sins by this.
The mist was less than half a meter away from Jiang Cheng, and the invisible pressure seemed to be real, pressing heavily on Jiang Cheng, as if it was going to crush every inch of his body's bones and muscles. Jiang Cheng finally knelt on the ground. At that moment, he suddenly had a strong desire to pray.
Jiang Cheng clasped his hands, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. These tears were not because of fear, but because of self-blame for not being able to protect those around him.
"If I can..." Jiang Cheng prayed in a low voice, "I'm willing to pay any price to save them."
The fog spread before his eyes, and Jiang Cheng felt the fishy wind coming towards his face, which was nauseating and made people shudder. The countless monsters will reveal their terrifying forms from the mist.
"Save them." Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and prayed wholeheartedly.
The next second.
The expected attack did not occur.
Jiang Cheng heard the sound of car horns in the distance, approaching from far away.
There was a hot air in front of me, mixed with the smell of gasoline.
Then, there was a screeching sound of brakes.
The roar rose high, then became low and distant again.
Opening his eyes, Jiang Cheng was surprised to see that the mist receded again and was a full street away from them.
"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng could hardly believe his eyes.
The sound of a car door opening.
Footsteps sounded behind him.
"Who?" Jiang Cheng then realized that there were other people behind him.
On such a night, who else would be walking on the road besides myself? Could it be...the apostle of the ancient god!
Jiang Cheng quickly turned his body and faced the direction of the sound, assuming a defensive posture. However, he quickly saw clearly that the figure in front of him was not even remotely similar to Lu Fuyuan.
"Who are you?" Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and asked warily.
The man was tall and thin, but his walking posture showed a relaxed and freehand attitude, as if there was nothing worth worrying about on such a night. As the man approached, Jiang Cheng saw his face illuminated by the car lights, his fair face, his playful eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth that seemed to never disappear.
He spoke, his voice was neither nice nor unpleasant, very ordinary, but his tone was profoundly cynical.
"Excuse me, is this your lost car?"
"What?" Jiang Cheng didn't realize what the other person was saying for a moment.
Following the direction of the man's finger, Jiang Cheng saw that the car that the other party was driving towards was the car that Li Feng was driving before.
"Car? You..." Jiang Cheng stared at the other person, his mind couldn't turn around for a moment, and he didn't know what to say.
The man curled his lips and frowned, then opened his brows and said with a smile: "Ah, I remembered it. The etiquette when people first meet seems to be that they should exchange names."
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng's eyes widened.