Ling Shu instinctively looked down at the ground.

Yang Chunhe, who had been rolling around just now, was also nowhere to be seen. At the same time, a beam of light came from behind, and the warehouse was completely dark, except for the kerosene lamp in his hand, which was still flickering dangerously.

Was all of this a dream or reality?

Ling Shu pinched his arm hard, and it hurt.

So this is reality?

But that's not right.

He lifted the lamp to shine it and rolled up his sleeve.

There were no red marks where he had just pinched himself. He pinched himself again.

It still hurt, but there was no mark left behind.

What was going on?

"Yue Dingtang! Old Yue! Yang Chunhe!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, not caring if anyone heard him. There was no response, only the empty echo.

Ling Shu closed his eyes and opened them again. It was still the same world.

The only answer seemed to be to follow the source of light. If he were facing a fierce enemy or a ghost, perhaps he could remain calm and composed, but what he faced was elusive and ethereal, unsure of what was real and what was an illusion.

Enemies could turn into loved ones in an instant, and loved ones could suddenly become enemies. Truth and falsehood were completely indistinguishable.

A hint of anxiety surfaced in his heart, like a kitten scratching its paws, making his whole heart tremble with unease.

If what is behind the light source is still false, how can he escape this world?"

Suddenly, a figure flashed at the door. The person stopped for a moment and turned to look at him.

It was Yue Dingtang!

However, Ling Shu slowed down instead and didn't dare to chase after him recklessly.

"Aren't you going to chase him?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

Ling Shu turned around abruptly. A man with white hair was standing not far from him, with his hands behind his back and a sinister expression on his face.

"It was you who trapped me here?" Ling Shu narrowed his eyes.

The man with white hair sneered, "This isn't a trap, you all came here on your own. The Azure Dragon Society didn't invite any of you, but you fell into the trap yourselves. Whether you can leave now or not is entirely up to me."

"What do you want?" Ling Shu asked.

The man with white hair said, "You should be grateful. You still have some value, so I won't kill you. I want you to willingly become my sacrifice."

Ling Shu retorted, "Old man, have you studied too much dark magic and fried your brain? Look at me now, if I don't strangle you, it's already a mercy. And you want me to be your sacrifice?"

The man with white hair didn't care, "You're already trapped by me. As long as we complete the final step, you'll be a sacrifice even more perfect than Feng Zhenzhu. I really like your face. After I cut off your head, I'll peel off your face intact and make it into a mask to admire every day."

Ling Shu didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore.

He tightened his grip on the kerosene lamp in his hand, ready to strike.

But the man with white hair seemed unaware of his intentions and continued to speak. "Do you know why you always follow my lead? It's because ever since I hypnotized you, I've planted multiple suggestions in your mind. Every time you see something that triggers one of those suggestions, a new one is activated. It's like adding one layer on top of another, until you can never escape."

As Ling Shu threw the kerosene lamp out, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Did Miss Feng also die because she couldn't escape her own delusions?

The lamp shattered as it hit the ground, and he kicked out at the person, but they were gone.

The man with the white hair was now missing.

Even with his strong mental fortitude, Ling Shu couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming frustration.

When will this end?

Turning around, the source of light behind him was still there.

The place was bright, as if countless lights were there, more like a huge snake fruit, tempting people to come and pick it.

Because of this, Ling Shu dared not easily chase after it.

"Do you want to know the key to breaking the spell? It's the person you care about the most."

"As long as you kill him, all the obstacles will be automatically removed." The voice of the white-haired man suddenly sounded, with deliberate pity for the world, but it could not conceal the malice within.

Ling Shu sneered.

He didn't cover his ears or hesitate anymore.

Instead, these words only strengthened his steps, urging him to rush towards the source of light.

Turning the corner at the entrance, there was actually a noisy scene ahead.

It was another scene altogether.

Ling Shu not only saw Yue Dingtang, but also Yang Chunhe and the fake leader surnamed Ying.

Leader Ying stood timidly behind Yang Chun, peeking out cautiously.

Yue Dingtang aimed his gun at them.

Yang Chunhe's expression was complicated.