Gu Jianlin swung the chair and smashed it down. The icy beauty's head exploded on the spot.
Calamity Ruins were different from Great Ruins. There were no nauseating scarlet worms in their heads; instead, a mass of ghastly white fog burst forth, then churned like a living thing, trying to condense again!
Looking around, he saw countless shadowy figures flickering through the mist.
At first glance, they were all Su Youzhu.
He had no idea why the thoughts extracted from him had manifested in the form of that girl.
And she was even wearing black stockings.
Come to think of it, Su Youzhu seemed to wear black stockings in front of him all the time, as though she were deliberately tempting him.
He had to admit that, without meaning to, that girl had left a very deep impression on him.
"Careful. Calamity Ruins are different from Great Ruins—they're strange creatures capable of devouring Great Ruins! Calamity Ruins can't be killed. You can only force yourself to withstand the mental erosion and break free from the dream. Don't peer into them, otherwise..." Before Uncle Mu could finish, he too fell victim to a Calamity Ruins. His mind blurred, as though he had seen an old friend who had long since passed away.
"Shishi?"
Uncle Mu murmured softly, but his body struggled violently, as if trying to awaken from a nightmare.
At the same time, the five young men also seemed to be swallowed by nightmares, struggling fiercely.
At that moment, all six people, including Uncle Mu, had fallen prey to the Calamity Ruins and plunged into illusions.
Gu Jianlin noticed that the Calamity Ruins in every direction had turned their heads to stare at him.
Dozens of Su Youzhus looked at him with utter confusion.
As though asking, why are you