Chapter 243 Phantom
Everyone woke up.

A live squirrel was jumping up and down on the shelves.

Ye Zheng was driven crazy by the squirrel and pounced on it! With a clang, the shelf was slammed into the wall, and the metal partition was bent and deformed under the explosive force!
However, the squirrel was safe and sound. It was like a nearly real three-dimensional projection. No matter how frantically Ye Zheng attacked, he couldn't touch the squirrel at all! Instead, his anger continued to increase!
If this continues, Ye Zheng will be driven crazy!

Feng Ling no longer hesitated and immediately released his mental pressure to suppress Ye Zheng's actions. At the same time, he quickly ran to the medicine box, took out the sedative, opened the outer packaging as quickly as possible, turned around and gave Ye Zheng an injection.

Ye Zheng was forced to the ground, her head held high, her scarlet eyes staring fiercely at the squirrel on the shelf.

As the sedative took effect, his muscles began to relax, his anger gradually subsided, and the expression on Ye Zheng's face became numb.

Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief and finally let go of his hand. He looked at the squirrel on the shelf again. Not only was it not affected by the mental pressure at all, it even jumped down and kept hovering in front of Ye Zheng.

"What is this?" Feng Ling frowned, stood up and asked Li Qing, but found that everyone else was staring behind her with wide eyes.

Feng Ling's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again. He lowered his body and leaped forward a step. When he turned around, he quickly pulled out the bone blade from his back and swept across!
When she saw what was happening behind her, she blurted out in shock: "Feng Ma?!"

She actually saw Mother Feng from the orphanage!
The bone blade cut through the middle of Feng Mama's body, without any sense of reality, as if cutting through the air.

Is it an illusion?
Is it a ghost?
Feng Ling vaguely felt Ye Zheng's collapse.

A dead person was now standing alive in front of her. Even though she knew in her heart that it was fake, the panic and helplessness that she showed in that instant were real.

"Feng Ling! Don't be fooled!" Li Qing raised his voice, "The mark of the Lord of the Labyrinth carries resentment. These things are probably the resentment that entered your consciousness and created the things you fear most!"

Feng Ling stared straight at Feng Mama and slowly backed away step by step.

"I know it's fake, I know..." she murmured, staring at Mother Feng without moving her eyes away.

It was so real, exactly like the Feng Ma in her memory.

Huangfu Miaomiao couldn't help but ask: "It doesn't look scary, why is Feng Ling scared?"

Feng Ling slowed down his breathing, looked down at Huangfu Miaomiao, curled his lips and smiled: "Of course I'm not afraid now, but I was very afraid when I was a child."

Xu Yiming also asked: "Feng Ling, who is she?"

"The director of the welfare home," Feng Ling introduced briefly, "She took good care of me when I was a child."

After she finished speaking, she asked Li Qing: "Is there any way to make these phantoms disappear?"

Li Qing shook his head. "There is no solution for now, but marking abilities have a time limit, so these phantoms will disappear sooner or later."

Feng Ling looked at Feng's mother again, feeling indescribable.

She is an adult now, and of course she would not be scared by a fake illusion, but this illusion was too real, and the oppression it brought was no less than the strictest class teacher in her student days standing behind her.

She now feels restrained and supervised, which is very uncomfortable.

"Who designed this ability? It's so immoral." Feng Ling said aggrievedly.

Li Qing hesitated and said, "You... can treat them as concrete marks and try to ignore them."

Feng Ling felt that it was easy for him to talk without any pain in his waist, so he pointed at Ye Zheng and asked Li Qing: "Why don't you ask her to ignore the squirrel?"

Li Qing: “…………”

The squirrel is definitely a psychological shadow in Ye Zheng's life. How can he ignore it?

Similarly, Feng Ling's psychological shadow was also dug out by the mark, and it was very, very difficult for him to keep a calm mind. Xu Yiming hesitated and said, "Then, should we still set off? Should we wait until the mark disappears before taking action?"

Feng Ling held his forehead with his hand, feeling a headache, "Master, when will the mark last the longest?"

Li Qing probably knew that the answer would not satisfy Feng Ling, and his voice was weak: "I'm not sure. The longest marking ability can last for seven days."

Feng Ling looked up at the sky and clenched his fists.

"We can't wait that long." She took a deep breath and forced her eyes not to linger on the phantom of Mother Feng.

"We'll set off once Zheng Zheng recovers," Feng Ling said.

Xu Yiming silently put down the backpack he had just put on.

It will take at least two to three hours for the effects of the sedative to wear off.

Li Qing picked up the fallen shelf and cleaned up the broken items one by one. Xu Yiming saw this and joined him in cleaning up.

Feng Ling lifted Ye Zheng's arms and moved her to a clean place.

The squirrel hopped and jumped beside her, which made Feng Ling upset. She wanted to step on it.

But such behavior is meaningless, the phantom cannot touch it.

She sat down next to Ye Zheng, feeling extremely annoyed.

Huangfu Miaomiao also sat down and sighed softly, "He was fine yesterday, but he went crazy again after a good night's sleep. Sigh."

Li Qing next to him thought: Stop bringing up irrelevant issues.

Feng Ling leaned back, put his arms on his knees, and raised his eyelids slightly, and he could see the phantom passing by -

Just like Feng Ma in my memory, she would call the disobedient children into the office, and then walk back and forth in front of the children. As she walked, her eyes were always fixed on the children's faces, like a silent judgment, and then she would suddenly choose a lucky child and lock him/her up in a small dark room.

I don’t know how this is achieved technically. If the scene in front of me is a projection of her inner mind, why can other people see it too?

Feng Ling lowered his eyes, trying not to look or think.

But this thought is tantamount to telling the brain not to think about an elephant.

She always felt that Feng Ma was looking at her, scolding and criticizing her with her eyes!

"What are you doing... Stop staring at me, I didn't make any mistake this time, I didn't make any mistake!" Feng Ling muttered to himself irritably.

Although he was talking to himself, his voice was quite loud and everyone looked at each other in surprise.

Li Qing looked at Feng Ling worriedly.

Ye Zheng’s condition was not stable enough to begin with, and now it has become like this. If Feng Ling is stimulated to develop some mental problems again, what hope do they have for this trip to the maze?
Huangfu Miaomiao was also worried, but she was worried about herself because she had a very thick filter for Feng Ling and felt that Feng Ling could not be defeated.

"I wonder what kind of phantom will appear if I'm marked..." Huangfu Miaomiao whispered, "I'm afraid of many things."

Xu Yiming nodded and said, "In my opinion, nothing is more terrible than being poor. However, if I were to label my psychological shadow, it would probably be a goose. When I was a child, the big white goose raised by my neighbor was my childhood nightmare."

Feng Ling chuckled.

Li Qing looked at Huangfu Miaomiao and Xu Yiming encouragingly: Okay, okay, you two talk more and divert her attention!