At this time, Xiaofu had a feeling that he had encountered a real ghost.
In the previous nightmares, he shot one arrow at a time, and the arrows would automatically track. To put it simply, he could kill a large number of nightmares casually just by shooting arrows while flying around. It's different now. Although the number of nightmares in this round is far less than that in the previous round, probably only about a hundred, they are obviously no easier to deal with than the previous round.
The best proof is that Xiaofu has not been able to kill one since the fight just now.
He clearly attached a tracking superposition state to the arrow, but the arrow seemed to be unable to find its target at all and flew straight out of his sight.
Those ghosts transformed from nightmares seem to be truly incorporeal and appear and disappear. Each one looks more scary than the last. They are not inferior to the classic images of ghosts in horror movies. What's more, the screams and moans they make are extremely creepy. As soon as a person hears it, his hair will stand on end and his spine will run cold.
My husband is not a very courageous person to begin with. Although he has improved his habit of wetting the bed when he is frightened when he has nightmares as he grows up, he will never dare to go to the toilet alone in the middle of the night if you let him wake up after being frightened. Get out of bed.
In fact, there are no ghosts in the world at all. The reason why Xiaofu is afraid is entirely because his own imagination is too rich. When he is nervous, he will always give himself psychological hints uncontrollably, leading to hallucinations. And if there really was a ghost, maybe he would scare himself to death before the ghost was ready to scare him.
However, it is such a simple and easy-to-understand truth that Xiaofu has never been able to overcome. Unlike Fat Tiger, he is not afraid of anything, nor is he like Nobita, who has Doraemon to help him no matter what happens. He was afraid of many things, but he had never really faced one. He also knew that it would be embarrassing for a grown man to be afraid of these things, but he would always make excuses for himself.
"Anyway, being afraid of these things will not affect my normal life. Everyone has things they are afraid of. This is normal, isn't it? Why do I have to overcome it?"
This may indeed be the case, but Xiaofu has always ignored a very important thing, that is, when making excuses for himself, have he asked himself again: "Why should I be afraid of these things?"
The answer most people give is: "Afraid is afraid."
The same is true for Xiaofu. He is afraid of ghosts. He doesn't know why, but he is afraid.
So he was shaking all over. At this time, he could no longer make excuses for himself to escape.
In fact, those nightmares have almost never actively attacked Xiaofu until now, but have been using some means to continuously amplify the fear in his heart.
As if they had been planned, they always disappeared suddenly in front of me, and then suddenly appeared next to me. Let out a blood-curdling scream, or suddenly appear from below when the husband stopped to draw the bow and shoot an arrow, and then suddenly grabbed his ankle.
However, these seemingly painless and innocuous little actions had a very significant effect. After only a few rounds, the husband was frightened. It was obviously just a slight physical contact, but it frightened him. The ground's hands were so weak that he could not even hold the bow firmly.
Although the wings behind him helped him dispel the illusions of nightmares, there were so many of them that the purification effect of the wings could only play a supporting role. If he wanted to completely eradicate it, Xiaofu would have to truly overcome the source of it all. Just fine.
Fear is like this. Once it starts to spread, it is an accomplice in killing yourself.
The young man looked at the nightmares that were gradually approaching him. He instinctively stretched out his slightly trembling hands to draw the bow, but suddenly found that the demon-hunting talisman on Apollo had dimmed from unknown time, and there were no arrows on the string. Appeared, even the purple light that originally emanated from above gradually disappeared.
When the young man saw this, he felt a little surprised in his heart, and he was shocked to find that he had appeared in a large dark space. The surroundings were extremely cold, and countless rusty iron pillars surrounded the young man in the shape of a cage. center.
At this moment, dozens of skinny black figures suddenly appeared in front of Xiaofu.
"no, do not want……"
Xiaofu looked at the approaching black shadow in front of him, his lips trembled slightly, and his body gradually began to stiffen. The fear deep in his bones made him unable to move. At the same time, the darkness around him began to spread until the last bit of consciousness he had left was also In the endless darkness, the blood all over his body was frozen into ice, and he fell completely into the abyss.
"No...who...who can come...save me..."
