I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 92 Vanished Emotions, System Crash, and Alien

"I...am still here~"

The voice, like the whisper of a demon, rang out again, and Lin Yuan's body, which was already losing all its warmth, stiffened once more and became uncontrollable.

That pale hand, which had appeared countless times before, slowly emerged from behind his neck and gently stroked his cheek like a lover.

This hand is like a paintbrush.

Each touch would leave colorful lines on his face, not just painted on, but deeply etched into his skin.

Each line on the face is a deep wound that reveals the bone.

But all these wounds were turned white, with no blood flowing down. Only Lin Yuan's consciousness gradually sank into oblivion amidst these repeated pains.

And the back.

It was as if something was forcibly squeezing in, not just taking over his body, but replacing his existence.

Not only that.

The bark he had torn off seemed to come alive, tightly coiling around his hand before quickly crawling towards his face.

The enormous tree bark rapidly shrank, quickly fitting his head and pressing tightly against his face.

But that hand is still there.

The actor's hand was still under the bark, trying to move, but the bark was wrapped too tightly, making it difficult for the hand to move.

Lin Yuan's body is now pierced by countless tree branches, pinning him firmly to the tree trunk.

A piece of bark, etched with the outline of his features, was hanging on his face, and behind his neck was a hand attempting to re-carve theatrical facial patterns onto his face.

What is this?

Lin Yuan was still conscious, and this feeling was strange, even eerie.

He could sense that his body, which had entered the delusional illusion, was already dead, and there were many possible causes of death.

He died from excessive bleeding...

He died from being pierced by a "sharp weapon" and severely mutilated...

His face was taken away, and he died from being unable to breathe...

The body was invaded by a supernatural force, leading to death...

His body is dead, or rather, it has died many times, but his consciousness remains and has not returned to reality.

The thought that the mirror-image performer had actually appeared in reality filled Lin Yuan with panic. "What I thought was a fantasy world wasn't my playground, at least not this performer. He really could kill me. However, I'm not without a chance."

The Mirror Actor is terrifying, more terrifying than any ghost in the world.

It wasn't because of the level of horror, but because the Mirror Actor actually appeared in reality and could take his life in the real world, and almost succeeded several times.

However, even in the realm of delusion, the mirror actor still has rivals.

Take this tree, for example!

If I'm not mistaken, the ghostly withered branch that Peng Anxiao is riding should be part of this withered tree, you could say it's a piece of a puzzle.

This tree, too, can rival the mirror-like actor!

The two ghosts have now reached a strange balance on his corpse. Even though he is dead, the feeling of that supernatural conflict still lingers in his body.

"Is it possible that this conflict could allow me to truly achieve balance between two vengeful spirits, or even become a so-called outcast?"

Whatever the outcome, it's something Lin Yuan can't stop.

His biggest worry now is that, like that time in the tributary of Ghost Lake, his consciousness will be stuck here, neither up nor down, unable to die, unable to return to reality.

Lin Yuan felt fear, or at least he believed he had reason to be afraid.

How can such an ending, where the specimen is preserved while still retaining consciousness, not inspire fear?

But he found that he felt no fear at all, let alone terror, as if he were facing the fate of a stranger.

Something's not right, something's really not right!

His body was already dead, but because of the supernatural battle between the two ghosts, his consciousness had some different feelings about his body. However, even his emotions seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

No, that's not right!

Not at this moment.

Lin Yuan carefully recalled everything that happened after he appeared on the platform in the center of the lake, and finally discovered the most strange thing: "My emotions disappeared from that moment on, as if something had ripped them away. This feeling is just like when the Faceless Man took my face in Ghost Street..."

Understood!

Everything is clear now!

In the illusionary realm, he could indeed be resurrected again and again. As long as he could die successfully, he would be resurrected in the most complete state the next time he entered.

But the curse remains, like the curse of the mirror dancer.

Since he became a Ghost Tamer carrying this part of the curse, every time he died and re-entered the realm, this curse accompanied him.

This curse even carried the mirror actor into reality.

Then comes emotion!

While in Taiping Ancient Town, his emotions were extracted by the Faceless Man through a bizarre method by creating an emotion mask. Even when he reappeared, these emotions would disappear through unknown and strange channels.

There is a very high probability that it ended up in the hands of that ghost.

Just then, a strange feeling welled up in his heart. It was a bizarre feeling, yet it gave him an incredibly clear sense of something:

I'm being watched!

It wasn't a mirror image, nor a withered tree, but rather, originating from the source of his emotions, from an unknown distance, a terrifying ghost had once again set its sights on him.

……

Ghost Street remains dark, just as it has been for decades, unchanged.

The traces of Lin Yuan's past visit have been completely covered up, and even the mask stall that was overturned looks exactly the same as before.

The faceless man stood in front of the mask stall, lost in thought. Because he had no facial features, no one even had the chance to glean any information from his eyes.

Suddenly he turned his head slightly.

got windy.

The wind grew stronger, making the cloth awning in front of the mask stall flutter loudly, and the masks displayed on the stall were blown to the ground one by one.

Strangely, these masks disappeared after falling to the ground.

After all the masks were blown away, one mask remained lying quietly on the stall. This mask did not depict simple emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, nor was it a skull or a ghost; it was the face of a normal person.

The face looked very old, probably in his fifties, with many wrinkles, but it was still clear that the face belonged to Lin Yuan.

The face had its eyes closed, but in the strong wind, the face painted on the mask actually moved.

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness...

One emotion after another was expressed through the facial expressions on the mask, until finally, the wind stopped, and the facial expressions on the mask also stopped, returning to their initial calm.

The next moment, the face on the mask suddenly opened its eyes.

It was deathly silent and empty, as if a vengeful ghost was watching the human world.

Then the mask flew into the air, as if an unseen person had picked it up, and then it disappeared completely.

thump~

Everything returned to calm, and the masks on the mask stall were once again neatly arranged, making it impossible to tell that a mask was missing.

Only the faint, fading tolling of the bell seemed to remind the faceless man that an unseen person was wearing that mask, and an equally unseen small bell was also disappearing into the distance.

The faceless man followed the sound, not daring to get too close, but also unwilling to stray too far.

When they arrived at the border between Ghost Street and Taiping Ancient Town, a dim light suddenly came on. It was an oil lamp, carried by Boss Liu.

He had to go back to his hometown in Ghost Street to retrieve some things.

The incident with Lin Yuan had left him with lingering fears, and he needed to make some preparations. Otherwise, if another junior as fierce as Lin Yuan came along, he feared he wouldn't be able to withstand the torment.

But as soon as he came in, his expression changed drastically.

The already dim light of the oil lamp was instantly reduced to its lowest point, and a figure that wasn't very tall appeared at the edge of the light.

And this person's face was clearly Lin Yuan's.

He was over fifty years old, with empty and lifeless eyes, but his mouth was constantly changing, displaying a variety of emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

But generally speaking, there were more expressions of joy.

They looked like a phone that was about to run out of power had found a power bank that could generate its own electricity, and they were determined to get their hands on it.

The figure quickly walked out of Ghost Street, and the oil lamp's light returned to normal.

Boss Liu patted his chest heavily, and seeing the faceless man chasing after him, he quickly grabbed him and asked, "What's going on? Why is the boss leaving?"

The faceless man had no mouth, so he could only gesture anxiously.

It was only because we had been together for so long and gotten used to sign language that Boss Liu was able to understand what he meant: I don't know, but I may need to learn the essence of mask making, and I may also be able to find my face again!

Then he wanted to leave Ghost Street.

Boss Liu's expression changed, and he quickly pulled him aside, took out a mask from his pocket, and handed it to him, saying, "Don't forget the rules."

It's just an ordinary mask, nothing special.

The faceless man was in a hurry, but when he heard the word "rules," he trembled. He hurriedly took the mask from Boss Liu and put it on before chasing after him.

But he quickly returned, shoved the mask back into Boss Liu's arms, and angrily gestured: "The person is gone, I couldn't keep up, you have to pay me back!"

Boss Liu: "..."

……

"Now, am I considered an outcast?"

On the platform in the middle of the lake, Lin Yuan stood by the railing, looking at his reflection in the lake.

His face had been replaced by a piece of dried tree bark, but fortunately his features and outline were still there, so you could roughly tell what he originally looked like. Behind him, a pair of arms dressed in theatrical costume were wrapped around his neck, and a pair of hands were stretched under the tree bark.

The dried tree bark and the mirrored hands of the performer created an eerie balance.

Do not!

It's not just about balance, it's about crashing.

He couldn't sense the restlessness of the two ghosts, and could even use supernatural powers without limit to a certain extent, as for the price?

His body is already dead, so what price can he pay?

This time, he didn't do anything; he made mostly passive choices, yet he unexpectedly became an anomaly who controlled two dead ghosts.

Even if these two vengeful ghosts are incomplete, only pieces of a puzzle, a ghost is still a ghost.

Logically, he should be happy, but no matter what he does, he can't be happy because his emotions have been drained, and he can no longer experience joy.

but……

This face is exactly the same as the face that Chen Hong painted on the trunk of that dead tree in reality. Can special forces in reality also affect ghosts in a delusional fantasy?

Or is the tree at the Municipal Central Hospital in reality actually the ghostly withered tree in the lakeside park of Xiaonan City in the realm of delusion?

Where have that withered, ghostly tree and the mirror-like performer gone?

Each left behind a piece of the puzzle, but they all disappeared, and even the reflection of the mirrored performer could not be seen in the lake.

Even without a vengeful ghost constantly watching him, Lin Yuan felt no peace of mind; instead, he had an even more ominous feeling.

Perhaps the next time we meet, that ghost will be even more terrifying than before...

"Lin...Lin Yuan? Your face? What happened?"

Chen Ming had already run over, but he stopped when he was about ten meters away, his face filled with horror and disbelief.

"I'm fine. The paranormal incidents here have been dealt with for the time being, so don't worry."

Lin Yuan's voice was calm and cold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, like a cold machine.

Chen Ming shuddered, but didn't think much of it. Instead, he said happily, "That's great! It's you! I'll report the situation right away..."

He had just taken out his phone when Lin Yuan stopped him, saying, "Don't report my story."

Why?

Chen Ming was very puzzled, but Lin Yuan didn't explain much and instead looked at the lake.

Corpses floated on the lake, almost filling the entire surface. Each corpse had a fist-sized hole in its abdomen, and a strong stench of decay emanated from them.

Chen Ming's pupils contracted sharply; he hadn't even noticed the corpses.

The pungent stench of the corpse filled his nostrils, making him so nauseous that he immediately threw himself against the railing and began to retch. It took him a long time to recover.

"I...I'll arrange for someone to handle it right away."

Three minutes later, a large team of staff arrived after being notified.

Even though they were well-trained, they were still taken aback by the horrific scene before them. How many people must have been lying in this lake full of corpses?

Fortunately, these people were all professionals and quickly got into a normal work rhythm. After arranging everything, Chen Ming found Lin Yuan in a corner.

Beside Lin Yuan was a wet corpse, its face already melted.

That's right, it melted.

It's as if this person's face was painted, but after being soaked in water, all the dyes have mixed together into a mess.

"This is... Li Fei?" Chen Ming asked, barely suppressing his nausea.

Lin Yuan nodded, reached out and covered Li Fei's face. The wood grain followed his hand up Li Fei's face, beginning to outline a brand new mask.

Upon seeing this, Chen Ming asked in shock, "No way, he's already dead, how can you bring him back to life?"