Survival in the ocean: I got the ability to draw ten times in a row

Chapter 352 Breaking the Illusion
She slowly crawled out of the mirror, stretching her hands in front of the faucet to scrub continuously.

The rancid smell became more serious, and the water that flowed out gradually turned red and black.

The female ghost crawled out of the mirror completely and stood in front of the sink, with her back to Han Xing, her head lowered, and she kept scrubbing her hands.

During this process, Han Xing did not move, wanting to wait for the female ghost to respond to him, but he was disappointed.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and walked up behind the female ghost: "Beauty, why are you ignoring me? I'm very curious about you, really, let's get to know each other?"

The female ghost seemed unaware of his words.

But Han Xing's efforts seemed to have finally received a response, and a thin female voice sounded in the darkness.

"It can't be washed off! Why can't it be washed off!"

"My hands...why can't I wash them clean!?"

"Why can't I wash it clean!!?"

The voice had always been as thin as a whisper, but suddenly, it became extremely high-pitched.

Terrible!

jarring!
If it were an ordinary player, the sudden scream of a ghost might directly tear their eardrums and cause their ears to bleed.

Even Han Xing couldn't help but shook his head, and then felt that nothing happened.

He spoke again helplessly: "Beauty, let me discuss with you if you can stop shouting so loudly. I'm afraid people will misunderstand me."

The voice fell.

The woman on the opposite side suddenly turned around, and her face covered by her hair was lifted up, almost touching his face.

The pale, numb face was covered with nail scratches, which could tear the skin and flesh apart at the slightest, and the white bones underneath could be clearly seen at the worst.

She stared with a pair of dead eyes like a dead fish and opened her mouth...

Whoa!

Foul-smelling black and red blood flowed out, and a severed tongue suddenly fell out of the woman's mouth.

But the tongue is broken, how did the sound just now come out?

"Why...my hands have been...unclean!?"

The painful voice came from the female ghost's mouth, and it became more and more piercing. The glass behind was shaken and cracked.

Han Xing sighed: "Repeat a sentence over and over again, you don't give me face like this?"

The voice fell.

His right hand suddenly swelled, and the big black monster's hand instantly pressed on the face of the female ghost in front of him.

Bang! !

A huge force erupted, and the female ghost was directly pressed against the glass of the sink behind by the big hand.

The glass exploded and scattered all over the place.

"what!!"

At the same second, the female ghost let out a shrill scream.

In an instant, the black hair was flying like black snakes, as hard as steel wire, tightly wrapped around Han Xing's big hand, constantly tightening and entangled inward, trying to cut off his fingers.

With a blank expression on his face, Han Xing exerted his strength again, grabbed the female ghost's face and hit it again.

Bang!
There was another loud bang, half the mirror shattered, and a hole appeared in the wall behind it.

"Will you give me face?"

"Oh!"

"Don't give me face!?"

"Oh!"

Han Xing grabbed the female ghost and slammed it against the wall again and again. Around his body, there was already a thick layer of flying black hair, which was constantly entangled around him, almost wrapping him into a rice dumpling.

But next second.

boom!
A ball of orange-red fire suddenly exploded from the middle of the black hair, and the flames spread greedily outward, devouring the untouched long hair.

"Stop, stop..."

Finally, the female ghost, who was held by Han Xing with one hand, uttered the second sentence in pain.

Han Xing was about to throw it into the toilet, but when he heard that, he stopped immediately and squinted: "Beauty, what, you finally want to talk to me?"

"I want to talk about..."

The female ghost's voice was painful.

The next second, an invisible spiritual shock wave suddenly exploded from the female ghost's body.

In an instant, pictures like revolving lanterns appeared in front of Han Xing's eyes.

A tall girl with a height of 172 in a long white dress stood on the stage of the performance hall like a goddess.

The screen turned, and the girl won warm applause from the audience for a song, and she also met a handsome young singer. The two chatted very happily, and the girl admired the male singer very much.

The scene changed again, and the girl and the male singer entered a luxurious hotel, and they entered the same room.

In the room, the girl was lying on the bed, and the male singer Star Wars was undressing in front of the bed.

The screen was dark, and then lit up again, a blood color.

In the same room, the girl's hands were deeply inserted into the male singer's chest. On her body, the snow-white dress was soaked in blood. Between her hands, she held a beating heart, with a strange smile on her face.

But the girl's eyes showed endless pain, despair and fear.

A strange and distorted black shadow stood behind the girl. The shadow entered half of the girl's body, as if occupying the girl's body.

The picture was shattered, the girl jumped from the French windows of the hotel, fell hundreds of meters into the air, and fell into a strange shape with twisted limbs on the ground.

"laugh!"

Han Xing blinked, and he turned his head to look at the remaining half of the glass mirror on the side wall, from which he could clearly see his eyes, which were actually bleeding with blood and tears.

He seemed to be moved by the girl's story, to the point of shedding blood and tears!
Han Xing was stunned, shocked.

So, is he such a compassionate person?
next second.

Bang! !

A dazzling orange fireball exploded in his palm, blasting the female ghost's head off.

All around, the flying long black hair froze for an instant, and then slowly fell from the air.

Han Xing raised his head, looked at the apartment room that gradually turned into black and white, and said lightly:
"Stop playing with such small tricks. No matter whether this female ghost is your experience or a story you fabricated or manipulated, it can't affect me."

"I've been patient enough and given you so many opportunities. Are you sure you... still haven't come out? Do you have to force me to come out?"

The voice fell.

The surrounding apartment rooms were completely dyed in black and white, and began to fall apart piece by piece like a crumbling puzzle.

After such a long period of probing, Han Xing has basically mastered the method of manipulating the illusion around him.

This illusion was constructed based on his memory.

So, as long as he dares to think.

Here, he is God!

Following Han Xing's thought.

The illusion began to crumble.

He walked slowly in the apartment room. Wherever he passed, everything began to fade rapidly, and black and white became the main color, as if the old TV screen of the 60s was decomposing piece by piece.

"Whoa!"

Han Xing only took six steps, and the whole space collapsed completely. Countless black and white fragments fell from the sky and landed behind him.

This scene was as if he was coming out of a collapsed world.

"It's not blood mist outside yet, so...am I still in the illusion?" @
Han Xing raised his head, looked at the dead and dark space around him, and frowned deeply.

He didn't know what attacked him, but there was no doubt that it had something to do with the thing he stabbed with the ghost blood sword.

"Come out, you don't think that this mental space can trap me?" Han Xing smiled mockingly:

"I can break your illusion, how can a mere mental space stop me?"

Waited for a while, no response.

Han Xing sneered: "Since you don't want to come out, then I will go out to find you, give me..."

"break!!"

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The surrounding darkness remained the same, without any change.

(End of this chapter)