Twisted Realm

Snapped! ! Snapped! ! Snapped! !

The harsh crash of a series of slaps against the soft skin resounded in the room.

"Let you read books indiscriminately!!"

"Let you think wildly!!"

Meng Xuan reprimanded him while picking up his former self who had ripped off his trousers when he was a child. Ripe peach.

Wow! !

The little boy was stunned, and the intense pain made him burst into tears in an instant, and the spirit originally immersed in the story of the book recovered.

At the same time, Meng Xuan clearly felt that, along with the cries of the little kid, the atmosphere circulating in the entire city was changing rapidly.

The city that is shrouded in a cloudy atmosphere is rapidly undergoing tremendous changes.

The mysterious and bizarre aura that makes people feel the fear is rapidly fading, all the monsters have regressed like a time-lapse, the clouds in the sky of the whole city have dissipated, and the city has resumed the prosperity and liveliness that should be in the evening. There are ordinary and happy smiles on the faces of the hawkers and customers. After going through everything that he experienced on that strange street just now, Meng Xuan always felt that these ordinary and happy smiles revealed a hint of strangeness. .

Whoa whoa whoa! !

In the end, he was disturbed by the crying of the little kid in front of him, and then he became small. The little kid's two buttocks were swollen as big as his head, and the little kid was staring at a pair of With big watery eyes, he looked at Meng Xuan with fear and grievance.

Looking at this little boy who looked exactly the same as when he was young in his previous life.

Snapped! !

He slashed the little boy's neck with his palm, knocked him unconscious, and threw him onto the bed.

Looking at the unconscious little kid, Meng Xuan suddenly felt an absurd feeling in his heart.

I'm so crazy I beat myself...

Meng Xuan turned his eyes expressionlessly, and turned his eyes to the window of the room to the side, only to see that it was pitch black outside the window at this moment, and nothing could be seen, as if it was sealed by something, and no sound could be heard. , and could not perceive any movement, it seems that the prosperity just now was just an illusion.

Is that really the case?

Meng Xuan became more and more sure of his judgment. He turned his head and put his eyes on a book that the little boy had fallen on the bed.

He picked up the book and could tell that it was a novel. The cover of the book was old, and the pages were a little yellowed because they had been turned over too much. On the cover of the book, the name of the book could be seen. called:

"Friendship Street"

It's really this book...

Meng Xuan opened the book, flipped through the contents of the book at random, and determined that this book was the one in his memory.

This book can be said to be the most impressive book in his entire childhood, and it can even be said to be the shadow of his entire childhood.

This book is not a famous novel, not even a best-selling novel. The author can be regarded as a third-rate writer at most. If it wasn't for the fact that he was obsessed with some strange novels and comic strips when he was young, and often went to the old book stall to scan the goods, I am afraid Can't find this book either.

The content described in this book is full of unspeakable evil, weirdness and distortion, which looks a bit like the fantasy or raving of schizophrenics, but it seems to contain some deeper allegory and revelation. , Although the story is extremely absurd and bizarre, it makes people seem to have some kind of enlightenment.

The story is about a young man who has just graduated and entered the society, disappointed in life, and confused in his heart, but there is still a young man who has the enthusiasm and integrity of young people and is out of tune with the crowd around him. ridiculous street.

This street is called "Friendship Street". This street is full of shocking human ugliness. The street vendors are all cold-blooded executioners, crazy demons who eat people and don't spit out bones, but on the surface, they are all It is a simple, honest, friendly and enthusiastic face, showing the most sincere smile to every passing guest.

But in fact, the aunt of the pancake stall is quietly using human flesh to make the most pancakes. Some of these human flesh are killed customers passing by, and some are strangers who have never met before; the uncle of the street jewelry vendor is quietly using human bones. He creates exquisite accessories with organs, and the human who wears his accessories will be addicted and become his next prey; Life becomes the food he prepares for the next customer.

Friendship Street only appears at special times. Only young people of a certain age can enter it. A large number of young ordinary people died unknowingly. The young people were trembling and did not dare to stop. Streets like purgatory.

But the further back he went, the more blatant the reality unfolded in front of him, the pedestrians and traders on the street had human faces in addition to their faces, and their faces were as harmonious and friendly as ever, but their bodies, But it has long been unable to cover up the evil changes.

They are all mutants, lacking arms and legs, and exchanging their own bodies. Under the appearance of human beings, what hides is actually a devil-like heart.

The weak reluctantly cut off parts of their bodies and dedicated them to the dominant strong in exchange for resources and the satisfaction of their own body, while the strong devoured these body parts and became more evil and terrifying.

This is a deal between demons and demons, a horror that can't even hide the face of kindness.

The man was terrified, because pedestrians and merchants had already stared at him, the only complete person on this street who still maintained the body and mind of a real human being.

The breath of death is approaching, and he, who is out of tune with the surroundings, is at risk of being overwhelmed by terror at any time. There is strong malice everywhere, and it is full of trembling fear and darkness.

The young man could only protect himself. He tried hard to move forward, but his footsteps became heavier and heavier, so much so that in the end he couldn't even walk an inch.

He felt like he was about to die.

At this moment, he saw a glimmer of hope. He saw a familiar face. It was one of the young people who walked into Friendship Street with him. At this moment, in addition to maintaining a human face, other There is no place like humans anymore.

He became one of the merchants, with the same stiff, numb and friendly smile on his face as the others. The man clearly saw that he knocked a customer unconscious with a smile on his face, dragged him to the store, and then There were crisp chewing and bone cracking sounds.

At this time, the young man finally woke up. If he wanted to survive on Friendship Street, there was only one way, and that was to become them, become like them, or even take their place, and become a more terrifying demon than them.

He put on a hypocritical and stiff smile, like wearing a thick human skin mask, his body began to alienate, and eventually turned into a monster like them, he used his body parts to trade, and obtained What he wants, and step by step he has become a new merchant in the street - controlling the fate of pedestrians.

In the end, he succeeded, and he managed to survive on Friendship Street.

That's all there is to the story.

The whole story is full of repressive and terrifying atmosphere, just like a poem about traveling in **** described by a famous poet, which exposes everything bloody, but also contains deeper meanings. The occasional hysterical and schizophrenic scene description makes people feel Suspecting that the author seems to have serious mental problems makes one feel more thrilling than watching a horror movie.

However, when he was young, he read this book as a novel of curiosity and strangeness. The plot of this book left a huge shadow in his heart when he was young, so that he did not dare to read it for a long time. Going out at night, until a year or two has passed, this phenomenon gradually disappeared as he got older.

However, the impression and memory of this fear were deeply buried in the depths of his mind, so that after he entered the second level of consciousness, these fear memories were mixed with a certain degree of normal memory. According to the plot in the book, A plausible spooky horror scene.

The root of these scenes actually originates from the emotion of fear at the beginning, which is embodied in the illusion of the island. It is this little kid who is trembling with fear at this moment, but curiously reading novels, surrounded by All the chaos actually stemmed from the emotional changes of this little kid. Therefore, when he picked up the little kid and gave him a jerk, he woke up the other party from this fearful emotion and lost his essence. With support, all the surrounding visions disappeared and returned to normal.

If he can't find the source of this illusion, then no matter how strong his core strength of will is, he will be trapped in the endless cycle of fear, until he is finally consumed by this tide-like wave of monsters. , and then a nervous breakdown.

"Is this the practice of the second level of consciousness? In these 'mind islands' where the will information is embodied, is finding the core node of all these things the only way to break the environment? Besides, Relying on brute force will only be consumed by the illusion infinitely, and eventually die of exhaustion?"

"The meaning of the second level of consciousness is to control everything in the mind, to understand all kinds of emotions such as fear, disgust, joy, etc., and to be able to surrender and control them?"

"It seems to be summed up in four words in terms of the old sayings of the previous life..."

Meng Xuan pondered in his heart.

Insightful.

This is how the second level of consciousness gave him.

Sure enough, the second level of consciousness is indeed much more bizarre than the first level of consciousness. If you can't face up to your own heart and face those forgotten cowardices and flaws, you may be trapped in a self-illusion forever until collapse and madness. .

Unlike other paths of practice, this is not a practice that can be solved by brute force.

Meng Xuan has a deeper understanding of the strangeness and mystery of the spiritual world and will practice.

The core strength of his will slowly released, wrapping the book in his hand.

hum! !

The power of the core of the will shook slightly, shaking the book in his hand into powder.

When the book was broken, Meng Xuan saw the name of the author of the book:

Kroger Lucifer

Then, the book disappeared completely under the power of the core of the will.

Click! Click!

With the disappearance of the novel, a huge crack appeared in the entire house, no, in this entire fantasy world, as if a building that had lost its pillars was about to fall apart.

boom! !

When the crack spread to the extreme, a slight explosion sounded, and the entire illusion was shattered.

Books, and the fear that books gave Meng Xuan's childhood in his previous life, were the core and support of this illusion.

His vision became wider again, surrounded by an endless colorful sky, full of dreamy pastel colors, in front of him, a huge floating island surface full of fine cracks, and then completely shattered, turned into A bright spot of light in the sky.

These light spots stayed in the air for a short time, and then seemed to be pulled by some kind of traction, quickly gathered towards Meng Xuan, penetrated into his soul floating in the sky, and became a part of his body.

He can feel that his core strength of will is rapidly increasing, and the speed of the enhancement is even beyond his imagination.

"Is this the power of the second level of consciousness? If you can absorb all of it, what will it be like?!"

Meng Xuan was a little surprised by such an improvement. He always felt that such an improvement seemed abnormal and exceeded the scope of the second level of consciousness.

However, he didn't know what other people were like when they were on the second level of consciousness, so he couldn't compare them.

He floated in the colorful sky and looked at the other floating islands around him, instead of continuing to move, he pondered slightly.

Although he still has spare energy, the exploration of the second level of consciousness is rather strange, so he plans to do more preparations first, and simply sort out his memory again, and it should be more grasped when entering again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Thinking like this, he moved in his heart and communicated with the real world, leaving the second level of consciousness similar to a dream.

hum! !

In reality, Meng Xuan felt a shock in his brain, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the room filled with various patterns of consciousness, listened to the melodious music like the sounds of nature, his face was calm, and he slowly stood up.

He touched his face, touched his arm, and carefully observed everything in this world.

The real air, filled with fine dust, permeated with the breath of "existence", the street not far from the room is full of people coming and going, full of life.

Everything is so real that being alive is like a gift from the gods.

Meng Xuan squeezed his thigh hard, and the intense pain hit, so real and so clear.

this is the truth.

"I'm not in a dream, I'm back in the real world, I'm awake..."

Meng Xuan whispered to himself.

Then, he remembered all the bizarre things he encountered in the second level of consciousness, remembered his own guess, a trace of confusion appeared in his calm eyes, and his tone became so uncertain:

"Am I... awake?"