Over the past few days, Lin Yue and Instructor Fan Zhi had been working hard to break free from the influence of the illusion, but even though Li Yi had instructed her to use the Bone-to-Meat Technique, the results seemed far from ideal.
For three consecutive days, not only had Lin Yue failed to dispel the illusion, but her trips back to the sick room had also increased in frequency. Each time, she rushed into the bathroom for a cold shower as soon as she returned, and after bathing, she would dash out of the sick room to challenge the illusion again.
Li Yi wanted to ask about the situation, but Lin Yue's response was always the same, "It's all your fault."
This made him even more puzzled.
"Could it be that the Bone-to-Meat Technique is ineffective?"
Li Yi couldn't understand, feeling that Sister Lin's gaze toward him had become more and more sinister over the past few days, like a wolf, her eyes seemingly gleaming green.
It felt like she wanted to devour someone.
