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Looking at the scene before him, Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel a sense of illusion.

He even wondered if he should call Lin Chuqiao a witch.

"This is my meditation room. Outsiders are not usually allowed in here. You are the first man fortunate enough to come here."

Seeing Fang Cheng's curiosity, Lin Chuqiao explained.

"Do these things really work?"

Fang Cheng asked casually, looking at the dragon-and-phoenix-like talismans on the paper and the crooked crosses.

"That depends on whether you believe it or not. If you believe, it will be effective; if you don't, it won't."

Lin Chuqiao smiled lightly and said frankly:

"Anyway, whether it's useful or not, having these things to help me can at least keep my mind peaceful and quiet. In psychology, this is called the suggestion effect, which can have a positive guiding effect on people."

The two of them spoke a few words.

Lin Chuqiao then took out a match and lit the circle of candles placed on the floor one by one.

As the candlelight flickered and swayed, the room immediately brightened up a bit.

"Put the little girl in the middle, I'll go change my clothes first."

Lin Chuqiao instructed, then walked to the changing room next door.

Fang Cheng did as he was told and waited quietly.

A few minutes later, she changed out of her dress and put on a plain white yoga suit, walking out gracefully.

Because the clothes were relatively close-fitting, they showed her almost perfect curves to the fullest extent.

Lin Chuqiao couldn't help but smile, and specifically explained again:

"I only wear this when I'm meditating alone. Haven't you seen how old-fashioned I usually am?"

After joking, she immediately became serious and said solemnly:

"Later, I will try to enter Wen Xin's deep subconscious to see if I can awaken her self-awareness."

"This process must be kept absolutely quiet, otherwise it can easily cause unpredictable harm to both parties."

"Under normal circumstances, I don't allow others to watch, but I trust you very much, so you can be my protector."

While carefully explaining the precautions, Lin Chuqiao sat cross-legged in front of Wen Xin.

After slightly adjusting her posture and breathing, she slowly closed her eyes and began to enter a meditative state.

Fang Cheng stood aside with bated breath, not daring to make any noise, so as not to disturb her.

The burning candles in front of him and the talismans plastered all over the walls.

Made the scene look like a magic circle, quite mysterious and illusory.

While Lin Chuqiao was sitting in meditation, she held Wen Xin's hands with both hands.

Gradually, beads of sweat also oozed from her smooth forehead, her fair face became a little hot and flushed, and her breathing began to become rapid.

She seemed to be encountering some kind of difficulty, and looked very strenuous.

At the same time, Wen Xin's face was wrinkled, as if she felt something, and her long eyelashes trembled even more violently.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, staring at the changes in their expressions.

Just as the worry in his heart became stronger.

Lin Chuqiao suddenly opened her eyes and let out a long breath.

"How is it?"

Fang Cheng asked immediately.

"Almost."

Lin Chuqiao frowned slightly, panting slightly:

"I can vaguely feel Wen Xin's self-awareness, but I have never had any contact with her before, so it is difficult to make contact now. I will try again after resting for an hour."

Looking at her tired face, Fang Cheng considered for a moment, then said:

"Let me try."

Lin Chuqiao raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and looked at him in surprise:

"Can you do it? It's very dangerous to peep into other people's subconscious without entering meditation."

"It's okay."

Fang Cheng stepped into the circle of candles, preparing to replace Lin Chuqiao's position.

"I have learned a lot in True Thought, enough to touch the edge of meditation. Just tell me what to do."

Seeing his firm attitude, Lin Chuqiao bit her lip and hesitated for a while.

Thinking of Fang Cheng's various magical performances that exceeded her expectations, she nodded in agreement.

"Remember, you must be restrained when entering meditation, distinguish between true and false, and never be tempted by certain abnormal sounds or illusions."

"You can first use the method of controlling your breathing to put your body in the most comfortable state, and adjust your mind by adjusting your body. Treat the circle of candles as a beacon to come back to…"

"After you get used to it, enter the deeper subconscious world and look for the faint light emanating from Wen Xin's consciousness in the dark nothingness…"

Under Lin Chuqiao's guidance, Fang Cheng held Wen Xin's slender little hand and stared at the position between her eyebrows.

After doing it meticulously, he tried to enter a meditative state.

Meditation is as simple as eating and drinking for him now, and controlling breathing rhythm is also his forte.

After slightly adjusting his mood, he immediately entered a familiar state of emptiness.

He felt that his whole body was blooming with light, and he had transformed into a burning flame.

Without turning his head to look, he could clearly see the talismans on the surrounding walls and the prayer bell on the ceiling.

As well as Lin Chuqiao standing outside the light circle, reflecting the dim candlelight.

Then he looked at Wen Xin's face lying in front of him.

He saw a white light appearing between her eyebrows, and a faint blood light flashing past, which was frightening.

Fang Cheng immediately focused his mind on the very center of the white light.

Soon, his consciousness appeared in a dizzying passage, falling rapidly.

In a trance, he saw a brightly lit exit ahead.

With a slight movement of his mind, Fang Cheng's eyes were like lightning, as if piercing through the void.

Then, he instantly entered a dark and icy world.

Woo woo woo—

The strong wind howled, like countless ghosts crying in a low voice.

Fang Cheng stood firmly on the ground, concentrating on looking around.

His heart couldn't help but shake. What kind of world is this?

A desolate and frozen dark earth, and a blood-colored sky full of cracks.

Black hurricanes filled the space between heaven and earth, raging through.

At the same time, snowflakes like ashes kept falling silently and gently.

Falling on his hands, it could even cause Fang Cheng to feel a trace of piercing pain.

Besides darkness, there was blood, so cold that no vitality could exist.

Is this Wen Xin's subconscious world?

Fang Cheng's heart was touched.

Suddenly, he sensed a familiar vitality in the desolate silence.

In the darkness, there was a faint white light, flickering faintly.

Like a candle in the wind, uncertain and about to go out.

"This is…"

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, vaguely sensing a connection being formed.

Then he saw a lonely and thin figure appearing in the darkness ahead.

"Wen Xin!"

Fang Cheng felt a slight joy in his heart and immediately shouted.

But the weak and slender figure did not respond to him.

Moreover, as Fang Cheng approached, she walked further away instead.