"I'm not sick." The scarred player forced himself to stay calm, but his eyes were already darting uncontrollably, constantly wandering over the wounds on his body. Every time he spotted a bleeding wound, the fear in his eyes deepened.
In this dungeon, things players imagined often became visible to the naked eye. Xu Huo could also see the details of the scarred player's hallucinations after he was affected by the "Whispering Ball," and he could hear the continuous dripping of blood.
To make the effect more convincing, he had added two buckets and a grandfather clock nearby. The clock sat on the desk, facing the scarred player, while a bucket beneath his wrist caught the blood. There was water in the bucket, amplifying the dripping sound.
The scarred player gritted his teeth, looking from the ticking stopwatch to the water in the bucket turning red. His mental state grew increasingly unstable.
Xu Huo stood and walked over to the desk. "I heard that a very famous medical doctor once conducted an experiment overseas."
"They chose a death-row prisoner, blindfolded him, and mimed slicing his wrist with a blade. Then they placed a bucket nearby to catch the dripping water and told him he was bleeding. As time passed, they slowed the flow of water, creating the illusion that his blood was slowing because he had lost too much."
"After a while, the prisoner's breathing and heartbeat gradually slowed, then eventually stopped."
"When the doctor went to examine him, he discovered the prisoner was really dead. Supposedly, he'd died from a stress reaction."
Leaning against the desk, he reached out and turned the clock's minute hand back a little. "There's no way to verify whether this experiment was real, but medicine is all about pushing the limits. I've always been fascinated