Connection

Zuo Teng was perfectly lucid.

He knew he was holding water, not his mother's head.

But Zuo Teng had no awareness of his own body; it was out of control.

He could only see the head in his hand; the surrounding canyon area was no longer in sight, and Zhang Xuezhou and the others had vanished.

It was as if only he and the head he held in his hands remained in the world.

His mother's head remained silent, her eyes vacant, staring blankly at Zuo Teng.

Zuo Teng, however, could not turn his head and could only stare at it.

This is undoubtedly a terrifying scenario that could even lead to serious psychological problems.

"What... what exactly are you?"

Holding the severed head, Zuo Teng asked with great difficulty.

"Zhang Xuezhou, did you use the Kunpeng Combat Technique to ambush me?"

With no response from the head, Zuo Teng had no choice but to call out again.

But he wasn't sure if his true self had spoken. If he was being intimidated, everything he was experiencing was like a dream, and the words spoken in a dream are unlikely to affect his real self.

Zuo Teng felt that Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't make such a terrible joke, and besides, he belonged to the Third Sequence while Zhang Xuezhou was in the Second Sequence, so the possibility of him intimidating him with Gene Fighting Technique was not high.

"Could it be the Huang Daoxian they were talking about?"

"Damn it, Zhang Xuezhou told me long ago that if I found anything, I should run away!"

"They've probably already run far away!"

When Zuo Teng considered another possibility, his already cold heart sank once more.

"Huang Daoxian, are you Huang Daoxian?"

He shouted at the severed head he was holding, a surge of horror and anger welling up inside him.

The horror stemmed from holding his mother's severed head in his hands, while the anger arose from the fact that the other party was using this very thing to frighten him.

Damn it!

Zuo Teng gritted his teeth and muttered.

Even though he knew the situation was fake, Zuo Teng still felt uneasy about it.

This is like a person who is afraid of snakes holding a dead venomous snake in their hands; even if they know they won't be bitten to death, their fear will still be there.

Most importantly, no matter how Zuo Teng's eyes move, he cannot escape the corresponding gaze. He cannot even close his eyes and needs to look at his mother's head, which has no body, at all times.

If one cannot become numb, Zuo Teng would also find it difficult to endure this torment.

Looking at the head in his hand, he realized for the first time that he might go insane if this continued for too long.

"If Zhang Xuezhou and his group escape, how can I break this situation?"

Yesterday's eight-game winning streak in Changqing City filled Zuo Teng with immense confidence, but his State of Mind has undoubtedly suffered a major blow.

"Why is it my mother appearing? Damn it, what triggered this hallucination?"

"Yes... it's because Aunt Song looks just like my mom!"

Zuo Teng wanted to break free from the strange phenomenon he was seeing, and he also searched for the reason why he was having these hallucinations.

When Zuo Teng thought about Song Fengying, he realized that he had been unconsciously influenced by Song Fengying's gentleness and care, and even consciously formed a feeling in his mind that was similar to that of his own mother.

His mind was thus opened, revealing the condition of his mother's head.

But even without Song Fengying as a trigger, Zuo Teng would still have faced other situations.

"This... damn it... how long am I supposed to stay in this situation?"

Zuo Teng pondered the problem repeatedly, only to find that he had no way to solve it.

For Sequence Holder in Western Capital City, advancing their rank is the best way to avoid being affected by the Intimidation Fighting Technique.

As long as they can maintain the same or higher order as those skilled in intimidation, they will not be affected by mind control.

Zuo Teng's Third Sequence level is not high, but he can undoubtedly evade the mental intimidation fighting techniques of the corresponding sequence level.

"Zhang Xuezhou couldn't possibly control me to the point where I couldn't break free. Only the Huang Daoxian they mentioned could have such power, but Huang Daoxian lived a hundred years ago. He couldn't suddenly appear and mess with me. What exactly happened to me?"

As time went on, Zuo Teng could no longer bear it. He gradually began to succumb to fear and found it increasingly difficult to maintain his composure.

He clutched his head and began to drift into confusion, babbling incoherently.

When the cold sensation reached his face, Zuo Teng couldn't help but reach out and scratch wildly.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you! Using my mother as a pretext, your crime is unforgivable..."

Zuo Teng screamed wildly, and only after receiving two slaps to the face did his mind clear up a little.

"Are you kidding me? You're yelling like that just because you're washing your face with water? Are you possessed?"

When Zhang Xuezhou's voice came, Zuo Teng stared wide-eyed at his surroundings like a raging bull.

This time, his eyes could finally see beyond the area and recognize familiar people.

A long time has passed, but the water that Zuo Teng held in his palm has not yet completely leaked out.

When he glanced at the water in his palm out of the corner of his eye, he felt a slight dizziness creep up his spine.

However, unlike before when he was trapped in a state of confusion, Zuo Teng was not completely trapped this time.

A hand wearing a black leather glove pressed down on his palm, Zuo Teng shook his head, eventually regaining his senses.

"What happened?"

What did you see?

Wang Haoran's belated reaction came through, followed by Zhang Xuezhou's question.

"I... I saw my mother's head, her head was in the palm of my hand!"

Zuo Teng muttered to himself, feeling as if there was something hard in his ungloved palm, which Zhang Xuezhou then picked up.

"Put on your gloves and hat, then use the viewing device to see what I've caught!"

Upon receiving Zhang Xuezhou's instructions, Zuo Teng hurriedly put his leather gloves and hood back on.

Zuo Teng no longer felt the heat in his body; he only felt cold and weak.

But Zuo Teng needs to figure out the origin of this situation.

Zhang Xuezhou's words might reveal the mystery.

He quickly finished dressing and then attached a visual device to the ridiculous-looking sleeve of the hood.

When the camera panned to the next scene, Zuo Teng had already seen the object in Zhang Xuezhou's hand through the camera on the display.

It was a crystal that resembled glass, transparent in color but shimmering with a faint iridescent glow in the sunlight.

"What is this?" Wang Haoran asked in a low voice, "What is it used for?"

"I'm not entirely sure either. Judging from the current situation, this could cause visual illusions or confuse the mind," Zhang Xuezhou said. "This should have some connection with Huang Daoxian!"

Holding the fragment in his hand, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but recall the fragment that caused the visual illusion at the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum, in which the image of Luo Ke was presented.

It is clear that the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum and the Pan'an Tiankeng are indeed related, even if the two fragments caused different effects.

What they saw before them was likely a crystal left behind by a dead, unusual plant.