I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 4 Despair and Madness

What does death feel like?

His consciousness was gradually fading, and he was losing control of his body. An indescribable feeling lingered in Lin Yuan's heart, as if he had sunk into the deep sea.

He wanted to call for help, but couldn't utter a word.

Every second seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

It was a despairing silence that nearly drove Lin Yuan to a mental breakdown.

Suddenly, he felt as if a hand was holding his face. The hand was extremely cold, but at that moment, he felt an indescribable comfort.

"Be careful!"

I heard Zhou Zheng's shouts, so close yet so far away.

Distance, time... all senses begin to malfunction.

From the outside, in Zhou Zheng's eyes, Lin Yuan's only normal left eye was almost completely covered by strange makeup. The figure in the mirror reached out and grabbed Lin Yuan's face, trying to drag him into the glass mirror.

"Get out of here!"

Zhou Zheng let out a low shout and once again used his supernatural power.

A small, grayish-blue hand, wrapped around its belly, stretched out five or six meters, its sharp claws slamming heavily onto the glass where the figure stood.

In an instant, the glass that Lin Yuan couldn't break even with all his might swinging the steel clothesline was shattered into pieces by a single, gentle claw.

The hand that was gripping Lin Yuan's face also shattered as the glass broke.

Losing his support, Lin Yuan collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. All his senses returned at that moment, but the next moment, his breathing almost stopped.

Beneath him, a pile of shattered glass lay scattered on the ground.

Within each shard of glass was a complete human figure, just like the figure in the complete glass wall from before, staring intently at him.

Tick!

Tick!

Blood dripped down Lin Yuan's cheek, and only then did he realize that his face had been cut by broken glass. He had been too focused on his work to notice until now.

Blood splattered on the broken glass, staining the reflection in the glass red.

"what!"

Lin Yuan suddenly covered his face, his body curling up from the intense pain.

"Lin Yuan! How are you?"

Zhou Zheng rushed over, but cautiously avoided making contact with Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan suddenly looked up, covering his face with his hands, revealing only his eyes. Blood kept flowing from between his fingers, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't blood at all, but rather...

Oil paint!

Oil paint used to apply makeup to actors!

Countless oil paints flowed out from between his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, half of his body was stained with eerie colors.

And those eyes, so ferocious and eerie.

"Don't come any closer! Go! Get out of here!" Lin Yuan roared hoarsely, his body trembling violently as if he were enduring something.

Zhou Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He had assumed Lin Yuan was dead or had become a ghost slave, and was ready to make his move.

But Lin Yuan was clearly still conscious, so as the person in charge, he had no reason to abandon him. "Don't worry, I'll suppress him for you now, and after we get out..."

"It's no use! I can't possibly survive now. Get out of here! Take the rest of you and get out of here while I can still barely control myself. Go, get out of here quickly!"

Lin Yuan's voice trembled. The opera music in his mind was incredibly clear, and he even experienced hallucinations in his vision.

He saw it!

It was no longer just a children's clothing store in reality, but rather like stepping into a stage, where dozens of eerie and blurry figures stood, all wearing heavy makeup, staring intently at him.

They are waiting for me to join them!

"Lin Yuan, take care of yourself!"

Zhou Zheng saw Lin Yuan's current state and didn't insist any further. He grabbed the two female saleswomen who were already terrified and ran out. "Wait until I get them out of here, then I'll come find you! Hang in there, you have to hang in there!"

persist in?

Watching Zhou Zheng's departing figure, Lin Yuan's lips curled into a strange smile. "Persist? There's no way I could persist. But... you want me dead? You want me to join you? You want my face? Then take it all, all of it!!!"

Lin Yuan seemed to have gone mad. Instead of covering his face, he grabbed a shard of glass from the ground and slashed it hard against his face.

He used a lot of force, and the wound he made was so deep that the bone was visible!

In reality, Lin Yuan would never do such a thing to himself, but this is the dream of narcolepsy, where death does not mean the end, but rather a new life, a waking up in reality.

As long as he can maintain his mental health, then death is merely a tool for him to return to reality.

afraid?

What's there to be afraid of!

When a person dies, the bird flies to the sky; if they don't die, they live for ten thousand years!

The pain on his face caused Lin Yuan's body to spasm uncontrollably. However, he was already close to madness and did not stop. Instead, he continued to slash his face again and again.

Like... a madman!

In this children's clothing store that seemed to have been abandoned for decades, between the decaying walls and floors, a man almost entirely covered in paint curled up on the ground, clutching a piece of glass stained with blood, and scratching it hard at his face.

a bit!

a bit!

Another one!

madman!

That guy is insane!

A guy who went completely insane on the verge of death!

Lin Yuan was in so much pain that he had no strength left, so he had to stop, lying limply on the ground with a blank stare in front of him.

He fainted.

Intense pain that exceeds physiological limits can lead to coma or even death, which are all quite normal occurrences.

At this moment, Lin Yuan lay there quietly like a corpse, his whole body covered in blood and paint. The paint, in particular, seemed to come alive, slowly flowing over his body.

Especially his face.

Among those hideous and terrifying, deep scratches that revealed the bone, countless oil paints poured in, as if they were patching something up.

Time is almost imperceptible in this space.

After an unknown amount of time, the corpse lying in the ruins suddenly moved.

First his fingers, then his arms, and finally he actually rolled over and sat up.

"I...I'm still here. I...I'm not dead?"

As consciousness gradually returned, listening to the opera still lingering in his mind, Lin Yuan touched his face. "It doesn't hurt anymore? Could it be that everything just now was a dream? A dream within a dream?"

The ground was covered with shards of glass.

However, at this moment, his image could no longer be reflected in these fragments.

Lin Yuan got up, walked to the dressing mirror in the store, and finally saw his current appearance clearly.