Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 93 Voyeurism and Exposure

street corner.

Yan Ming had only stood there for about two or three minutes when he immediately felt the city's rejection of him.

The prying eyes around him made him feel very uncomfortable, as if he were standing on pins and needles, with a strange itch all over his body. Those eyes were like soft goose feathers, each prying feeling like a feather brushing against his body.

The itching was unbearable; it was a feeling that came directly from the depths of my heart, and there was no way to stop itching.

This city's hostility towards outsiders far surpasses that of Wangcheng.

Wang Cheng's illness was phobia of ghosts, but Yan Ming minimized his contact with others as much as possible, so he was not strongly ostracized or frantically reported for not having phobia of ghosts.

The only time they almost got reported was because the cat-faced old lady had dementia and was mentally confused.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Yan Ming, an outsider without phobia, would not appear much different from an ordinary person.

Yan Ming might only reveal his true colors in rare situations when facing "ghosts and gods," but even then, he would definitely disguise himself, and it wouldn't necessarily be accurate enough to expose him.

However, this city of prying eyes is different.

As soon as he entered, Yan Ming realized that he was completely different from the "normal people" here.

Everyone was secretly watching him; they could all sense that Yan Ming was different from others, since their attention was already focused on everyone else.

This is a very scary thing.

Without much hesitation, Yan Ming pulled up the collar of his coat, trying to hide his face as much as possible inside the clothes.

Although he didn't know the situation in the city, he had to integrate into it quickly.

Otherwise, the rejected individual will be eliminated silently, like bacteria or viruses discovered by white blood cells, without even triggering "inflammation".

Because Yan Ming had already discovered that he didn't have any special powers in this city.

The map rule "peeping on all evil spirits" cannot be used.

The leather jacket of the "Echo" rule cannot be used.

He can only use the three special abilities that Elder Jiang left him earlier.

First, Haiguo improved her physical fitness and breath-holding ability.

Secondly, it is the hand that can touch and peel away its own shadow.

Thirdly, there are lighting vines that can extend from the forehead.

It's probably because these three things are no longer considered external forces; they directly enhance his body, so he can use them even in the Ghost Eye Trial, which is similar to a spiritual world.

This is probably why Master Jiang specifically sought out these three items.

Old Jiang's goal was to maximize Yan Ming's chances of surviving the Ghost Eye Trial.

Yan Ming walked along the street toward a more bustling area. He was still unsure how to complete this trial, but prioritizing the collection of information about the city was definitely the right thing to do.

The suggestion from Master Jiang came to his mind.

The Demon Eye's only weakness is its inability to see itself; therefore, it must rely on a "mirror" to confirm its own reality. However, when the mirror malfunctions...

The ghost eye might naturally collapse due to some kind of nihilism.

It sounded reasonable, but it also raised some questions in Yan Ming's mind.

Do these wish-granting ghosts also contemplate the reality and meaning of their own existence?
Similar to philosophical speculation, it asks questions like "Who am I?", "Where am I?", and "What am I going to do?"

These are three questions that even adults in real life probably wouldn't think about, but I never expected that a ghost would think about such things.

Furthermore, when unable to confirm their own authenticity, they may even collapse due to a loophole in their consciousness.

Wait a minute, a gap in awareness?

Does this mean that all ghosts are products of idealism?
Does consciousness determine the existence of matter?

So where in this city is Ghost Eye's consciousness hiding, and how can it be made to fall into self-doubt? Many questions welled up in Yan Ming's mind, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted because he saw that the road ahead had changed.

The buildings on this street are low-rise, while the streets across the intersection are lined with high-rise buildings.

The high-rise building, with its surface inlaid with almost dark green glass, made it impossible to see the interior under the gloomy sky, but Yan Ming inexplicably sensed something.

Behind those glass windows were pairs of peering eyes, observing the situation on the street as if that was their only job.

Yan Ming recalled the gazes of the pedestrians on the street; those guys were like a very special kind of vulture.

Soaring in the sky, it observes the ground with the eyes of a raptor, but never uses its body to hunt. It only thinks about finding a carcass to have a good meal.

Yes, a corpse.

Yan Ming didn't know what the so-called "corpse" was, but it certainly didn't make him think of anything good.

At the intersection ahead, there was a structure resembling a tollbooth in the center.

The intersection is divided into several lanes, with one pole for one car or one pole for one person, and the side of the barrier that blocks the vehicle or person is a huge mirror.

Everyone who wants to pass through the railing must stand in front of a mirror for inspection before they can leave.

In broad daylight, everyone who wanted to pass through the checkpoint had to take off all their clothes except for their last piece; men were left with only shorts, while women were left with only two pieces of underwear.

Only in this way can they be allowed to pass.

Yan Ming turned to look at the tall building, as if he knew exactly what the prying eyes inside were looking at.

In short, everyone at the checkpoint must expose their body in order to leave.

But what is the point of doing this?

Yan Ming silently walked to the side, preparing to observe the situation at the intersection.

A somewhat absurd thought popped into his mind—

Do all voyeurs need to expose themselves?

What does it mean?
Yan Ming didn't think that voyeurs and exhibitionists were two opposing types of people, because a voyeur could also be an exhibitionist. However, the "opposition" at the checkpoint made him a little suspicious.

However, just as Yan Ming was hiding in the corner observing the others, he felt the itching on his body getting stronger and stronger, and he could vaguely feel something breaking through his skin and crawling out.

Yan Ming sensed something was wrong and hurriedly reached out to touch his back, where he felt a notch with something resembling a fleshy bud growing inside.

It was hard, and it hurt his hand a little when he poked it.

Are they the eyes of those people spying on us?
Does spying on others cause them to mutate?
Yan Ming had a very bad feeling, and the next second he realized why.

Because he was at a crossroads, even if he hid behind a corner, it wouldn't matter; people in the surrounding buildings might be watching him.

Their gazes seemed to cause his body to mutate!
And it's a mutation that can't heal itself!

Wait, that checkpoint...

Yan Ming thought of something and hurriedly ran towards the checkpoint. He didn't see any people queuing along the way, so he arrived at an intersection without any problems.

There was that mirror right next to me.

He saw himself in the mirror, but he couldn't see himself clearly because his body was covered by clothes.

Yan Mingzheng stared intently at his reflection in the mirror, and without thinking, he took off his clothes, revealing his well-proportioned physique.

call--

I haven't mutated at all.

It seems I was overthinking it.

Yan Ming thought to himself, and immediately felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)