Magic!

Sweat fell from Russell's forehead, and the biting coldness soaked into his back.

Yes, no wonder.

No wonder, he felt that the journey today was particularly long.

No wonder there are very few people on this road.

As Russell and Feng Chime discover the problems around them, the illusion around them completely collapses.

The astrology building towering into the sky is gone, the newly renovated brick floor is gone, the beautiful back door of the college is gone, and the street lights and pedestrians in the distance are gone.

Instead, there are dense forests with various deformed, weird and twisted trees layered on top of each other, birds flying through the sky, and countless strange figures walking through.

Russell finally knew why Professor Opal asked him to meet near the back door of the college instead of in the office of the teaching building.

This is to cooperate with the effects of the Thorn Bird's illusions and psychic suggestions, and to introduce Russell outside the academy.

When Russell was walking towards the back door of the college, he unknowingly walked out of the back door of the college and walked deep into the jungle, without realizing that he had left the college!

Professor Opal may not even realize that his mind has been implanted with a spiritual seed - a seed of suggestion and manipulation - by the thorn bird.

Russell, who had relied on his strong mental resistance to resist countless suggestions, hypnosis and dreams, was finally defeated by this being who stood at the pinnacle of the mind and illusion system.

Professor Opal, whose eyes were empty and confused, seemed to have noticed something strange about him. He grabbed his head with both hands and made a squeaking sound, as if he still wanted to struggle.

"Go to sleep, Professor, you must be very tired."

As a female voice whispered from behind the stacked trees, Professor Opal, who had just regained some consciousness, his eyes became empty again.

He closed his eyes, plopped down on the ground, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Behind Professor Opal, between the trees in the dense forest, a woman walked out with elegant steps.

She was wearing a black gauze dress, cool and elegant.

Just by seeing the woman's face, Russell recognized her immediately.

The face is identical to the one on the Academy sculpture.

The legendary existence of the fifth grade, the Thorn Bird!

Russell's body trembled slightly as if he had been electrocuted. This was not a normal fear, but his supersensory perception was frantically alarming, reminding him how dangerous the woman in front of him was.

Intuition, don’t call the police! Why didn't you call the police when I saw the principal at the same level? Or is this an issue that the principal should reflect on? Russell secretly cursed.

The Thorn Bird did not look at Russell, but at Professor Opal on the ground, looking at the handsome young professor in casual clothes who was deep in sleep, his chest rising and falling regularly due to breathing.

"It's really ironic. Masters who control people's hearts are more likely to be confused by the abilities of the mind and illusion system. This is the case for Doctor Beak and Professor Opal. They are obviously extraordinary people in the mind and illusion department, but they are confused by their professional abilities. Influenced by the power of."

After finishing speaking with a smile, the Thorn Bird looked up at Russell, who was waiting, and the scared female ghost Wind Chime - if "out of control" could be used to describe a female ghost.

"Junior Russell, you don't have to be too nervous.

"Although Professor Opal fell into my trap when he was digging up Doctor Beak's memory and was implanted with a spiritual seed, he became my puppet without even realizing it.

"But apart from luring you into the dense forest, I did not interfere with his mind elsewhere. What Professor Opal just told you was all the truth, and it was all what he would have said."

Russell didn't say anything, but looked warily at the woman in front of him, thinking quickly about all possible means of escape.

This is not in the academy...

I have three contracted spirits, but none of them can be considered as a third-year-old...

Feng Chime hasn't absorbed the soul crystal so quickly, but even if she is promoted to the third grade level, it will not help...

Is there any way to contact the principal urgently...

The Thorn Bird didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He smiled softly and said with a friendly gesture like a senior sister greeting a junior student:

"Let me introduce myself. I am the only fifth-year graduate of the college's psychiatry and illusion major. My code name in the college is Thorn Bird.

"Junior Russell, maybe you are not familiar with me, but I have been paying attention to you for a long time.

"Oh, why are you putting your right hand in your trouser pocket? Is it to touch your mobile phone, inject spiritual energy into the mobile phone, send a message, and ask Mr. Principal to save you?

"You should have discovered that this is useless, right? I have put up a ban and illusion curtain around here. No sound, light flares, or electromagnetic wave signals can be transmitted.

"Why do you look so disappointed and want to swallow me up? Isn't your normal image of a cold-faced and indifferent handsome boy? This expression can ruin your image a bit. If I take a photo and post it on the college's official website, many people will be upset. Interested."

Looking at the woman in black widow's clothing in front of her, Feng Ling's dust-laden memories were finally awakened, and countless hideous and terrifying scenes intersected in the mind of this female ghost.

In some scenes, Feng Chi saw the thorn bird smiling at him, piercing his abdomen with a sharp knife, pulling out his bright red intestines and throwing them into the pot. The pain and despair that penetrated his bone marrow felt like yesterday;

In another scene, the thorn bird stands among the corpses and blood, stepping on the corpses of classmates, and the scarlet blood is dotted on the woman's black dress;

In other scenes, the thorn bird is mixing the red potion in the crucible, and the rich smell of blood permeates the crucible;

In the deeper memories, the wind chime also heard the thorn bird whispering in her ear, telling her that everyone in the world, whether her parents, relatives, classmates or teachers, had forgotten her.

In the dark scene, the wind chime heard the cry, her own desperate cry - she didn't want to be forgotten, she died inexplicably in the corner of the Thorn Birds' secret room, and even her parents and best classmates could not remember it. …

Scenes of bloody scenes are like fast-forwarding movie clips, flashing in an interlaced manner, without logic and sequence, as if the most terrifying and profound despair is engraved in the memory of Feng Chime.

Wind Chime could no longer restrain its fear, and retreated sideways behind Russell, pointing at the thorn bird and trembling:

"I remembered it, I remembered it a lot. I am indeed a student of the academy.

"This is the woman who killed me! She is not a good person!

"Let's run away, run away! Russell, you will be caught, subjected to very cruel human experiments, and thrown into a boiler alive to be used as medicine!"