I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 32 Faces and Masks

"This can't go on. My stamina simply can't support me running for much longer. I have to find a way!"

Fortunately, these ghost slaves had no self-awareness; otherwise, if the thirty-odd ghost slaves had spread out and surrounded him, Lin Yuan wouldn't have been able to run very far before being caught.

The thought of being surrounded by more than thirty ghost servants sent chills down Lin Yuan's spine.

The only thing he can rely on now is the curse in his mind. No matter how much he stimulates it, even if the resurrected ghost attracts the source ghost, it has no effect.

The source of the ghost seemed unimaginably far away; the opera and its melodies in my mind remained blurry, showing no sign of growing larger.

In this situation, he couldn't even leave by using the mirror of his phone screen. If things continued like this, it was only a matter of time before he was caught by the ghost slaves, and it definitely wouldn't be long.

The lakeside park is neither small nor large.

As Lin Yuan ran, he heard the female anchor singing opera again. He gritted his teeth and ran straight over. In less than a minute, he saw the pavilion again.

The female anchor, who had also become a ghost slave, had already left the pavilion and was walking along the boardwalk over the lake towards the center of the lake.

There is a platform in the middle of the lake. It is a large space that can usually accommodate eighty or ninety people at the same time. At this moment, there are also a few people standing quietly on it.

These people were also ghost slaves, because they all had the masks of actors on their faces.

"Perhaps this is an opportunity."

These ghost slaves seemed to have their own logic and did not pursue Lin Yuan. This gave Lin Yuan hope, and he led the thirty-odd ghost slaves to rush up the plank road.

He moved quickly; this was the last of his strength he had left.

If he couldn't escape, he would have no choice but to accept being torn apart by more than thirty ghost servants.

The female ghost slave streamer wasn't very fast, and Lin Yuan caught up with her in no time.

When he passed the female ghost slave streamer, Lin Yuan gave her a push, but his expression changed the moment they made contact because he hadn't pushed her at all.

This ghost slave was extremely strong. Despite Lin Yuan's forceful push, its petite body did not sway at all. Instead, it caused Lin Yuan to stagger back a few steps.

If it weren't for the guardrails on both sides of the boardwalk, he might have already fallen into the water.

"It's over!"

Lin Yuan sighed inwardly, having prepared himself for a painful death. But to his surprise, all thirty-odd ghost slaves stopped behind the female ghost slave streamer.

opportunity?

Lin Yuan was about to get up when he suddenly found that he couldn't move his body, and the female ghost slave anchor in front of him had one hand pressed against his face.

When she lowered her hand, there was a mask on her face, which was completely smooth with no features or mask.

She took the mask and placed it on Lin Yuan's face.

Lin Yuan's body had long since lost control, and he couldn't even speak. He could only watch helplessly as the mask was pasted onto his face.

cold!

The extreme cold almost froze Lin Yuan's consciousness, while the opera singing and female vocals in his mind went from being indistinct to being almost hummed in his ear.

Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

"He's awake! He's finally awake! Young man, are you alright? Are you too tired? I've already called an ambulance. If you're really feeling unwell, go to the hospital."

"Yes, yes, work is important, but health is more important. Don't ruin your health for work."

"I remember there was a young man next door, only in his thirties, who suffered from high blood pressure and a brain hemorrhage. If he hadn't been so young, he almost wouldn't have survived."

"Huh? Really? Are young people these days so physically weak?"

A cacophony of concerned voices rang in Lin Yuan's ears, and he realized that he was sitting on the ground, surrounded by a group of elderly men and women.

They were initially concerned about him, but the conversation gradually veered off course.

Hearing these chaotic sounds, Lin Yuan felt a surge of irritation, especially the clear female opera singing in his mind, which suddenly became sharper, as if carrying fearful anger.

This emotion also affected Lin Yuan.

He stood up and rushed out of the crowd, ignoring the concern and anxiety of the elderly people behind him. It wasn't until he reached a secluded corner that his frustration, fear, and anger gradually disappeared.

All around was silent.

A few pedestrians occasionally crossed the street in the distance, and they all saw Lin Yuan, but no one came forward to disturb him.

The quiet actually calmed his mind considerably, and the female opera singing in his mind seemed to become sweeter at this moment, making people feel comfortable to listen to.

"Something's not right. I'm not usually afraid of crowded places. This feeling... could it be due to some kind of supernatural influence?"

Lin Yuan touched his face and quickly found a mask. He then took out his phone screen to look at it.

In the phone camera's view, he was wearing a child's Monkey King mask, which covered the left side of his face, while the right side of his face appeared normal.

Isn't this the same state he was in during the illusion last time?

"I'm not awake. Am I still in this delusional illusion? Then what was that just now? Those ghost servants, that lakeside park?"

Lin Yuan's mind was in a mess. He forced himself to calm down and checked his own condition.

Needless to say, the cell phone was completely empty; there were no contacts, no call logs, and no software whatsoever.

Aside from his cell phone, he only had one set of clothes; he had nothing else.

"What a loss! Wang Xiaoqiang gave me a ten million yuan anonymous bank card! Am I destined to never make big money in this life, not even in my dreams?"

After realizing that he was still in a delusional illusion, Lin Yuan's heart quickly calmed down.

"Brother, can you tell me where this is?"

Seeing a young man pass by, Lin Yuan quickly went up to greet him.

The young man looked him up and down, then asked suspiciously, "Are you cosplaying? Or are you a time traveler? A reincarnated person? I haven't heard of any comic book store nearby. Also, although I'm a little more handsome than you, I don't like men, so if you're thinking of hitting on me, forget it."

As he spoke, he also touched his meticulously styled hair.

Lin Yuan's eyes twitched, and he slapped the young man's shoulder with a little force, his voice becoming deep, "Answer my question."

"Big brother, I was wrong, please be gentle. If you really break my bones, you won't have any fun playing with me, will you?"

The young man looked pained and begged for mercy repeatedly.

He never expected Lin Yuan to have such a strong grip; the slap felt like his shoulder was about to fall apart.

I can't take it!

Or... I should just give in.