When I saw the corpse's face, I was so frightened that I fell to the floor.
Even if I had seen a stranger's face, I would not have been this terrified.
But that face was An Ning's!
It was the face of someone I knew!
It was not merely a fright, but something utterly shattering, a violent shock to the heart.
For a moment, I almost suffocated.
"S-Seventh Master, that's..." I was so frightened that I could barely speak.
Seventh Master was staring wide-eyed too, momentarily stunned.
Just then, another corpse was blown toward us, its face turned our way.
I looked and saw someone else I knew.
It was Song Xiaotian!
Then the third corpse's face came into view. It was Meng Yifan!
The fourth was someone I never could have expected: Pan Xiaorou!
And the last two corpses were none other than me! And Seventh Master!
At the sight of this, after six shocks in succession, I suddenly struggled to breathe. My heartbeat grew irregular, and my deathly pale face turned red as I held my breath.
Seventh Master hurriedly covered my eyes with his hand and shouted "Duh!" in my ear.
That shout jolted my whole body. I let out a breath, and my heartbeat gradually steadied.
"This is an illusion. Don't take it as real." Seventh Master withdrew his right hand after speaking.
I opened my eyes. The load-bearing wall was empty. There was no sign of the six hanging corpses.
It took me a long time to recover. That scene had given me a terrible fright, because I had already been scared the instant I saw An Ning. Being scared meant I believed it, and as long as I believed, those illusions would become more and more real.
If Seventh Master had not roused me,