Throwing a steel coil at supersonic speed with one hand, you let me travel through the heavens!

The moment he saw the large hand grab "Manager Zheng," he wanted to turn back, but an indescribable force forcibly seized his gaze, preventing him from turning his head or closing his eyes, and he was uncontrollably peering into the evil and terrifying forbidden existence.

Wei Qingzhou believed that he was not being deliberately targeted by the giant tongue, but rather that the tongue itself possessed a kind of evil magic.

It may seem like you are looking at Him, but in reality, He is devouring your gaze as well!

"I can't watch anymore! I can't watch anymore!"

"This 'mukbang' is so interesting, let me watch it one last time."

"If you look again, you'll die!"

"If I hear the Dao in the morning, I can die content in the evening. What is there to fear? It is the Great Dao. If I take one more look, I can attain the Dao."

The bewitching power of the giant, hanging tongue was seducing the boy's mind, urging him to continue watching.

"Am I a complete idiot? To think I've attained enlightenment? I'm just poop in someone else's belly!"

Wei Qingzhou was extremely anxious, but he was frozen in place, unable to turn his neck or close his eyes. His vision was stretched infinitely, as if there was a mouth at the end of his gaze, sucking at his eyes like longevity noodles.

On the surface, he was being fed eye contact, but his mental energy was being drained and was rapidly dissipating.

My body is out of control.

If Wei Qingzhou hadn't possessed extraordinary willpower, breaking through the "mystery" and realizing something was wrong, he would have truly died without even realizing it.

"Wake up! Wake up! I'm in control of my body!!"

"Visualize a sickle, slash!"

Wei Qingzhou frantically visualized a sickle in his mind, swinging it wildly and indiscriminately, slashing and slashing.

A hundred times! A thousand times! Ten thousand times!

Perseverance is key!

"bite"

Suddenly, it seemed as if an invisible thread had snapped.

Wei Qingzhou struggled desperately and finally broke free from his restraints. Even a second of freedom was enough.

The boy seized the fleeting opportunity, closing his eyes and biting his tongue hard with his teeth.

Eyelids obstruct vision!

Pain sweeps through the nerves, covering the bewitching power that seduces the mind!

At that moment, he successfully broke free from the shackles of the giant, hanging tongue, and then a violent wave of nausea surged up from his stomach.

"vomit!!!"

Wei Qingzhou suddenly squatted down on the ground, braced himself with his hands, and vomited violently.

Compressed biscuits, chocolate, water, gastric juice, and bile were all sprayed onto the ground. He vomited until his stomach almost turned inside out, and in the end, all that came out was acidic water and bitter bile.

"Kid, why did you throw up from drinking? Get up and continue having fun with your royal uncle."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out.

"Happiness my ass!!"

Wei Qingzhou finally couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out a curse.

"Holy crap, this is an auditory hallucination!"

At this moment, his heart sank to the bottom. He quickly brought up the attribute panel and found that his sanity value was falling like a kite with a broken string.

72%!

55%!

48%!

It plummeted, and there was absolutely no sign of it stopping.

Once the SAN value drops below the warning line of 30%, Wei Qingzhou will completely "mentally collapse," losing all rational judgment and his behavior will be dominated by instinct and hallucination.

"We must maintain the SAN value; it cannot drop any further."

Wei Qingzhou quickly got up and stumbled back to the warehouse, where he rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a bottle of medication for treating mental illness.

This was something he prepared in advance in the real world.

Used to deal with sudden drops in SAN value.

Now is the time to put them to good use!

Wei Qingzhou's hands were shaking so badly that his body was uncoordinated and difficult to control. He took three tries to open the bottle cap.

He poured out several at once, not caring about the quantity, and quickly shoved them into his mouth without chewing, swallowing them down with his saliva.

The medicine is working.

First, the symptoms of auditory and visual hallucinations lessened, then the hysterical sense of collapse gradually disappeared, the mania subsided, and the negative emotions such as anxiety and tension in my heart gradually faded away.

Wei Qingzhou looked at the attribute panel with red eyes.

SAN value: 33%

It stopped falling; it didn't continue to drop.

He was panting heavily, and collapsed to the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, his face showing utter shock.

That was truly the closest he had ever come to death.

Compared to the gigantic tongue that hangs from the sky, the human-faced rat, the cat-faced old woman, and "Manager Zheng" are all just appetizers.

The real deadly crisis always comes unexpectedly and without warning, leaving you completely unprepared and unable to resist.

"Medications for treating mental illness are indeed effective, but relying on them to restore mental health is largely impossible. To bring back sanity, you'll have to rely on meditation."

Wei Qingzhou didn't have time to rest. He forced himself to get up, staggered to the front of the "steel tower".

This "steel tower" was built by him before.

It's like a temporary safe house.

Each roll of hot-rolled steel, weighing thirty tons, is arranged in a tight circle, effectively preventing evil creatures such as human-faced rats, mutated cockroaches, and wild dogs with hands and feet.

They'd rather ram their heads against such an "iron wall."

To prevent flying evil spirits, he also placed a large steel coil horizontally inside the "steel coil tower," so that one could simply crawl into the round hole to sleep or meditate.

These safe houses, similar to the secret bases we had as children, can't protect us from far more terrifying dangers, but they're better than nothing.

Wei Qingzhou climbed the ladder into the "steel tower" and then pushed the ladder over.

If it comes out, the hot-rolled steel coil weighing thirty tons is an industrial heavy object that cannot be moved by other creatures, but to him, it is no different from a child's building block, which he can simply lift up and move.

Sit cross-legged, close your eyes, and face upwards.

Enter a meditative state, calm the mind, and meditate.

The scene in his mind was far worse than he had imagined.

Darkness once again invaded this place, and a huge tongue covered with "sea anemones" writhed wildly, licking the boundaries of his sea of ​​consciousness.

The boundary is a tangible dike, towering into the clouds.

With each lick of the tongue, a corner of the dam collapses.

Once it completely collapses, it means that Wei Qingzhou's mind will completely collapse, and the contamination of Cthulhu will invade his body from his mind, causing his body to become mutated.

"Time to start eliminating these pests again!"

This young deity reigned supreme in his sea of ​​consciousness, holding two legendary artifacts from human history, his eyes radiating an arrogant and sharp gaze that looked down upon all directions.

Outside, you can be as ruthless and fierce as you want.

But in the sea of ​​consciousness, sorry, if you're a dragon, you have to coil up; if you're a tiger, you have to lie down!

He swung the object, stimulating the bioelectricity in his cerebral cortex, which materialized in the dark sea of ​​consciousness.

"Click"

Thunderous roar, billions of electric sparks.

The boy descended like a thunder god, crashing down upon the pollution of the towering, gigantic tongue.

The tongue, in pain, jerked back sharply, then coiled up like a startled python and lashed out at him.

"court death!"

With a sweep of his sword, Wei Qingzhou severed the giant python-like tongue in half, spraying out a large amount of grayish-black liquid.

next moment.

Countless tiny hands sprouted from the severed part of the tongue, suddenly stretched out, grabbed the other half of the severed tongue, contracted and spliced ​​it back together, and the tear healed itself, becoming as good as new.

This scene, which was so irritating, ironically fueled the boy's ferocity.

"Who gave you permission to use this trick on my turf? Did you even get permission to use it? Did you even get permission to use it?!"

Wei Qingzhou continued to wield his weapon, relentlessly bombarding the giant, towering tongue.