Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1755: Chapter 922: Brother Doesn’t Want to Slap You Right Now_2

Gou Wa and the others crawled into the black slide one by one.

Just as they went in, they seemed to have experienced some immense terror, and each of them started screaming: ”Is someone crying? Did I hear it wrong?”

Qing Chen knew that one must possess an unwavering will to make it to the end of the slide.

He took a deep breath, sat in the kayak, and quickly slid down, the world plunged into endless darkness, and Qing Chen closed his eyes.

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In the water park area, seven masters from the Chen Clan gradually woke up.

They exchanged glances, then felt the bone-chilling cold behind them, along with the call of the water ghost...

”Don’t look back!”

They recalled the amusement park’s warning, and each of them stiffened their necks, using the tenacious will forged from the battlefield to forcibly overcome the unknown fear behind them.

One master from the Chen Clan said, ”What do we do now? Keep moving forward or?”

He didn’t know the amusement park rules could be discussed, so he could only ask vaguely.

What he meant was, there were already fewer people, not conforming to the rules anymore, should they still move forward?

The master in charge pondered for a moment and ultimately said, ”Keep moving forward, complete the boss’s instructions, you and I still have family outside the Taboo Land, think about them.”

The masters from the Chen Clan exchanged a look and could only get up and continue.

They headed south, scanned their irises one by one, and entered the Big Pendulum Area.

They saw Buddha’s body slumped beside the stone jar at the entrance, the body shriveled with no blood left, and there were marks of dried blood on the stone jar.

Someone used Buddha’s blood to return to the previous level.

They saw Buddha’s corpse: ”Eh, why did this bastard Buddha die here? Did he wake up and sneak away to clear the level?”

”Probably not... He might have been brought here to clear the level.”

”Who used his blood to go back? We didn’t see anyone.”

”It should be the one left behind in this level in Qing Chen’s team, being left alone here with no way to return could be one way to think.”

”Makes sense.”

The seven of them arrived at the Big Pendulum and listened to the rules. The person in charge took a deep breath and looked at another person: ”Chen Biao, your family, we’ll take care of them, we’ll vote for you.”

Chen Biao froze: ”Why vote for me? I’m not playing anymore!”

The remaining six looked at each other and, without further ado, they directly pressed Chen Biao into the seat and fastened the safety buckle for him.

As the Big Pendulum started spinning in the air, Chen Biao cursed loudly: ”You six won’t die a good death... Wha...!”

Just as he finished saying this, he saw the six of them flew out completely.

Chen Biao was dumbfounded, was his curse really that effective?

Until the Big Pendulum slowly descended and congratulated him for clearing the level, he was still in a daze...

Who am I, where am I?!

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In the darkness, Qing Chen closed his eyes.

The dark tunnel kept spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, he felt as if he was falling into an abyss... not a real abyss, but the subconscious abyss of the Demon Whisperer.

Li Shentan once said, the essence of hypnosis is reaching out to you, allowing you to hand over your subconscious to him.

When one’s subconscious is manipulated, they may even believe they are burned, yet not really burned, resulting in spontaneous combustion of the skin.

This is the outcome of mental will intervening in the physical world.

Qing Chen suddenly opened his eyes, sitting in the kayak, he heard crying behind him.

A small child cried and said: ”I want to go home, brother, don’t you want to go home?”

”Brother, let’s go home together.”

”Brother, go home!”

Qing Chen asked: ”Where’s your home?”

The child giggled: ”You’ll know when you get there.”

Qing Chen felt his will growing increasingly mad, his mental contamination deepening!

No.

He must find a way.

In the darkness, he used his fingernail to carve a line of small words on his own arm, as his last safety line.

Qing Chen submerged his consciousness completely into his subconscious, trying to shut himself off to avoid the increasingly mad cognitive bias and delusions.

He returned to the dream his brother gave him, this was the last fortress within his heart.

Some people dream for a few minutes, yet can see a decade of scenery.

Qing Chen spent 17 years in the dream, in reality, it was merely ten minutes.