Chapter 176: Chapter 111 Infinite Loop_3
Yan Fei felt a sense of disappointment, and just then, the surrounding White Mist rippled, and a shadow appeared from within the mist once again, launching a sneak attack on him. Yan Fei had been killed here last time, so this time he was cautious and kept a close eye on the changes around him, and therefore he spotted the shadow as soon as it appeared. He kicked out with his foot, striking the shadow squarely in the chest, but the shadow’s body was as if made of steel, and his kick only managed to make the shadow stagger back slightly.
Yan Fei looked over and saw the face of the shadow that was attacking him, but what shocked him was that the shadow, which had appeared suddenly to attack him, was actually himself. Except, the attacking Yan Fei had an expressionless face, and his right hand was torn off, blood dripping everywhere, and his neck askew, clearly exhibiting the same appearance as when he had been killed last time.
Suddenly seeing his own dead self attacking him caused a great shock in Yan Fei’s heart, and his movements immediately slowed down. The dead ghost Yan Fei, however, did not hesitate—he stepped forward again, grabbing Yan Fei’s throat and snapping his trachea, killing Yan Fei once more.
In the room, Yan Fei suddenly cried out and sat up from the bed, his forehead covered with cold sweat, and his back drenched as well, looking extremely panic-stricken.
Yan Fei sat on the bed, his eyes filled with confusion, obviously uncertain about his current situation. It took him a while to come to his senses. Then he found that the room was still shrouded in thick White Mist, and he still couldn’t see beyond two meters.
Yan Fei felt bewildered, unsure of where he was or what condition he was in. In the state that seemed like a dream, he had now been killed twice in succession, and the second time, it was by himself. Only, this Yan Fei who killed himself was the one from the first death.
Yan Fei was only puzzled for a moment, then he went out to survey the surroundings and began searching for other people in the Mountain Stronghold. Just like before, not only had Wen Rou disappeared, but other Tourists and the Dai people from the stronghold, animals, and poultry were all gone. He was still trapped in this mysterious Space, dense with White Mist.
Yan Fei, somewhat incredulous, ran out along the Highway, but it was futile; he quickly found himself back at the original Mountain Stronghold. He still could not leave. Regarding the two previous experiences of being killed, Yan Fei remembered them vividly. The only thing he had forgotten was the scene played out within the Black Hole’s child’s Black Hole face the first time.
Yan Fei knew that shadows lurked within the surrounding fog, and that these shadows were himself, dead, so he was extremely careful. He hid by a tourist bus in the parking lot, always on guard for the shadow’s sneak attack. Although the previous two times he had revived in his bed, who knew if he would be able to revive a third time? If not, he thought, he would truly be dead.
Yan Fei no longer went to the large rocks above, nor dared to search for the child with the Black Hole face, all to avoid the sneak attacks of the shadow. He stayed alert, and finally, after two hours, he heard faint sounds in the fog. He was swift, with a roll, he left his original spot and then saw a shadow charging out from the White Mist, attacking him, and indeed, it was the first dead ghost Yan Fei with an arm torn off.
Fortunately, Yan Fei was prepared and immediately attacked when he saw the dead ghost Yan Fei appear. The real Yan Fei was just as strong as the dead ghost Yan Fei, and truly equal in a fight. But Yan Fei had conscious thought, knew how to adapt, while the dead ghost Yan Fei was stiff, not knowing how to change. Within a few exchanges, the real Yan Fei, using a strategy of trading injury for injury, successfully thrust his hand into the dead ghost Yan Fei’s chest, killing him.
But before the real Yan Fei could withdraw his hand from the chest of the dead ghost Yan Fei, he felt a severe pain in his heart, and then saw a hand suddenly extending from his own chest. That hand was holding his own beating heart.
Then the hand squeezed hard, and the real Yan Fei’s heart instantly turned into mush. With a loud cry, Yan Fei’s body weakened and he collapsed to the ground. As Yan Fei’s breath was about to stop, he finally saw the appearance of the person standing behind him, launching the sneak attack. Astonishingly, it was Yan Fei himself, but with an irregularly torn throat and an expressionless face, clearly the second dead ghost Yan Fei.
As the real Yan Fei closed his eyes, he felt intense frustration. He had been on guard against the sneak attack from the dead ghost Yan Fei with the torn-off arm, only to be surprise attacked and killed by the second dead ghost Yan Fei with the ruined throat.
In the room, Yan Fei cried out again and sat up. Then he immediately remembered his preceding encounters. He had already been killed three times. Apart from the first time being killed by an unknown shadow, the other two times, he had been killed by his own deceased self.
Yan Fei began to ponder; he could no longer be sure if he was dreaming before, for no one’s dreams could be as bizarre as his. This kind of eerie situation could not be explained away simply as a dream within a dream. He began to suspect that he might have entered some Infinite Loop Space where he would experience endless cycles, each ending with him being killed by his already dead self.
If Yan Fei were to die too many times, then all the bodies littering the fog would be his own corpses, each one attacking him in a sneak attack until he was killed. If Yan Fei indeed fell into an Infinite Loop Space, then how did he enter it? How could he leave such a space? Was his fate only to be killed by his dead selves?
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