How would a normal person react at this time?

Lyndon has always had this question.

Can they also witness supernatural phenomena before they die?

them……

Will you hear the bewitchment from the abyss?

At this time, Linden really wanted to think about these things.

If so, you can get rid of the pain.

Crazy and chaotic murmurs echoed leisurely in his ears, mixed with shrill roars, stirring up his mood.

A splitting headache, almost at the same moment, caused veins to pop out on his forehead.

Before this, no matter how his life was threatened, there was no such substantial torture that constantly eroded his spirit.

now,

The pain is so real.

The unbearable pain caused him to fall to the ground convulsively, holding his head tightly with both hands.

what happened?

Did I trigger something that made the attack worse?

The pale arms and the twisted and ferocious face were strange things from the darkness. From the moment they appeared, a layer of cold air filled the clinic. Linden, who fell to the ground, was covered in cold white frost.

.

it,

Carrying out this "hunt" in an orderly manner.

The unknown object seemed to be showing a sinister smile, with the corners of its mouth rising and cracking, all the way to its ears.

Is it mocking me?

Chill, whisper...

Many stimulations made his senses extremely sensitive, and all movements and sounds in his vision and hearing were amplified several times.

Even though he huddled up, Linden could still clearly sense that the strange thing was approaching him little by little.

Severe pain, confusion...

His thoughts were so disturbed by these distractions that no matter how severe the painful feeling was, he could not produce any response after it was transmitted along the nerves to his brain.

However, in this situation, he still maintained sharp thinking in his mind. While he was suffering the injury, a question arose in his heart.

Is this thing considered a spirit body?

If it counts, then——

Can my unique ability be put to use?

Before this, Linden had only used his ability to communicate with possessed people. Faced with the current situation, he was not very sure that it would work.

However, the more serious the attack, the more it proves the depth of one's obsession.

Survive and prove this encounter may be the opportunity to join the Night Watch organization.

A long black beard that looked like hair spread along the ground in front of him. Linden could feel it without raising his head. It wouldn't be long before he was bound to come into direct contact with that thing.

He took a deep breath and made up his mind.

Success or failure depends on this!

His shrinking body suddenly stretched out. Linden stood up with his hands on the ground, holding back the severe pain. His lips had already been bitten by his teeth and blood was oozing out.

Even that weird unknown thing seemed to have no reaction, it stopped moving forward at this moment and froze in place.

And Linden's next move was very fast, giving no time to prepare for the unknown.

He rushed forward with a lunge, and actually reached out and grabbed the unknown object's long hair!

The solid feeling in his hand made Linden realize that the thing in his hand was different from the illusory spirit body he usually came into contact with.

The unknown object kept screaming and shaking its incomplete torso desperately.

The violent and intense struggle hit his body, making Linden feel like his bones were about to be cracked.

No time for procrastination!

Linden almost squeezed out the weird syllables through his teeth:

"Black Dream!"

As he spoke, everything became silent.

A circle of black mist spread from under Linden's feet, covering him and the unknown object, forming a closed space.

Whispers, shrill screams, and even all kinds of small movements from the streets turned into nothingness at this moment and disappeared in the small black mist space.

Even the unknown object no longer resisted and quietly allowed Linden to manipulate it.

In an instant, the black mist space became extremely quiet, so quiet that it was a bit suffocating.

But Lyndon, who had narrowly escaped death, was not depressed by the silence at all. On the contrary, only the atmosphere could make him feel at ease the most.

The black fog space is really useful for this thing!

The bold attempt undoubtedly produced a good result.

He calmed down and casually built a black mist bench. After gently placing the unknown object on one side, he sat on the other side.

Linden intertwined his fingers and groaned slightly. His face, which had turned pale due to pain, gradually regained some color at this moment.

I'm safe.

temporary.

So, what should you do now?

He leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head and looked at the top of the space. A pair of eyes showed a strange purple-green light in the dark space.

"Can you speak?"

Lyndon suddenly asked the unknown thing.

The unknown object seemed to be responding to him, making a hoarse and weak voice.

After listening for a while, he realized that the unknown object was communicating with him in Loftian language.

This is not to blame for Lin Deng's inability to recognize it at first. It was only after the unknown object repeatedly tried to speak that he was able to express it more clearly.

"I...I will..."

"what do you?"

Seeing that the visual communication was interesting, Lyndon turned sideways and looked at the unknown object with interest.

"I...I am his daughter..."

"Daughter? Whose?"

"his……"

The tone of the unknown object showed a sense of confusion. Linden was not impatient about this. Most spiritual bodies would show this state after being dragged into this black dream space by him.

At this time, you only need a little guidance to get some information.

"Think about it carefully, who is he and what does he usually do?"

Linden pushed the unknown object's hair aside to prevent it from covering its face. Only then did he vaguely recognize that it had the appearance of a girl.

It's just that the facial features are so distorted that it's a bit scary.

"He...he is the doctor of this clinic, he is my father!"

At this point, the unknown object suddenly became a little anxious, tumbling uneasily on the black mist bench.

"Relax."

Linden showed a warm smile and gently stroked the unknown object's head.

His palm seems to have a touch of magical power, which is enough to calm the uneasiness of the unknown.

This is also the peculiarity of the black mist space. As long as he is here, he is sure to calm the emotions of the spirit body.

"what your name?"

"My, my name is Jana."

"Okay Jana, how old are you?"

"I'm seventeen."

Jana's restlessness gradually subsided, and Linden then asked his most puzzling question.

"Why are you different from other spirits and can cause so much harm to me?"
To be continued...