Night gradually deepened.
A gasoline lamp hanging from a simple tripod cast a pale glow.
From time to time, students got up to use the makeshift toilets inside the nearby tents. The entire field was noisy, with soldiers standing guard all around.
Chen Shouyi patrolled along the field with the military martial artists.
Aside from Xiao Changming, who was fairly courteous, the other two Great Martial Artists had shown him no warmth at all. One of them, especially, had a face covered in slabs of flesh and kept provoking him with his eyes from time to time.
It made Chen Shouyi's anger surge straight upward.
If the circumstances hadn't been inappropriate, and if this wasn't military territory, he really wanted to slap the man to death.
Xiao Changming kept glancing toward the students. Suddenly, he asked solemnly, "Have you ever experienced hallucinations?"
Chen Shouyi withdrew his gaze and said casually, "I suppose I have!"
"You didn't understand me. I mean real hallucinations—some people or things you can see, but no one else can, as if everything you say is the ravings of a madman." Xiao Changming spoke seriously.
Chen Shouyi's heart jolted when he heard this. For some reason, he suddenly recalled the scene from when he had been cursed, as well as the bizarre hallucinations on the plaza outside the municipal government building. Right—the last time he had gone to the hills for training, hadn't he seen the Martial Arts Academy students visiting the municipal government plaza, where the Barbarian God's fall had taken place?
Could all of this have been triggered after returning from that trip?
Thinking about it, the timing seemed to match perfectly.
"What are you trying to say?" A trace of gloom rose in Chen Shouyi's heart, and he asked with a frown.
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