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Chapter 33 Confronting Fear... Still Has to Be a Bit Bitter?

All eyes immediately turned to Lin Feng.

"Li Yan was able to complete the game because he couldn't feel fear!"

"This means that the thing at the back of the cabin... it's very likely that it hunts its prey by sensing our 'fear'!"

"If we don't feel afraid, it might not 'see' us!"

This conclusion gave the desperate crowd a glimmer of hope, but it was quickly followed by even deeper despair.

"Not...not afraid? Easier said than done! How could that be possible!" A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses said, his voice trembling. "It's instinct!"

"Yeah, who wouldn't be scared looking at that thing?!"

At this moment, a young girl, her voice trembling with tears, timidly suggested:

"How about... someone knocks me out and takes me there? If I'm unconscious, then... then I won't be scared..."

Someone nearby immediately retorted, "It's useless! The person who took you there will be scared themselves!"

"When his tongue curls up, he'll be in deep trouble, and you'll be passed out on the spot—you'll be doomed!"

"Ah—!" Another scream rang out as another survivor accidentally rubbed his arm against the slime on the bulkhead.

With a soft hissing sound, white smoke immediately rose from the point of contact, and the skin and flesh dissolved and rotted at a visible speed, as if burned by invisible flames.

He staggered backward, the intense corrosive pain making his vision blur and almost causing him to collapse to the ground.

Just as everyone was enveloped in despair, a deep and calm voice suddenly rang out:

"Perhaps... we can use the cognitive coverage method."

Everyone turned their heads sharply and saw a middle-aged man in a dark gray suit and frameless glasses slowly stand up.

He was pale but tried to remain calm, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the hem of his clothes—a habitual action formed during long-term psychotherapy.

"I am Hans, a psychotherapist from Sausage Country."

He took a deep breath and glanced at everyone.

"Fear, especially this kind of instinctive fear, can hijack our brains."

"But our consciousness possesses a powerful weapon—it can temporarily 'program' the subconscious through self-hypnosis and deep suggestion."

"You...you mean...like hypnosis?" The man with the gold-rimmed glasses caught the key words and asked in a trembling voice.

"That's right." Hans nodded firmly, and began to slowly adjust his breathing, his voice becoming deeper and more guiding.

"By concentrating all your mental energy, you repeatedly implant a firm belief—such as 'it is harmless'—into your subconscious until it temporarily overrides the terrifying signals inputted by the visual system."

"Now, I'm going to give my subconscious an absolute command."

He stared intently at the back of the cabin, his pupils slightly contracting, but his tone grew increasingly firm:

"That wasn't a monster, that wasn't even a tongue... it was just a rope, the most ordinary, harmless clothesline hanging in the backyard, swaying in the sunlight."

He began to walk forward step by step, his lips moving silently, repeatedly reinforcing this idea.

Surprisingly, the sticky tongue hesitated when he approached, its wriggling speed noticeably slowing down, as if it had truly lost its clear target.

"It works! His method works!" someone exclaimed in surprise, a glimmer of hope appearing amidst despair.

Hans drew closer and closer, getting only five meters, three meters, two meters away from the darkness... Victory seemed within reach.

Just as he was about to step into the darkness, a crack suddenly appeared in the shadows—

It was a huge, bloodshot eyeball, with countless tiny tentacles seemingly wriggling deep within its pupil.

It stared intently at Hans.

This completely unexpected and soul-crushingly terrifying scene instantly shattered the psychological defenses that Hans had carefully constructed through hypnosis.

The subconscious "program" is overridden by a more powerful primal fear.

He screamed, his hypnotic state completely shattered, and his subconscious fear made him retreat frantically.

But it's too late.

The tongue lashed out like lightning, dragging him into darkness.

After a brief period of groans and chewing sounds, only a suffocating silence and a deeper, colder despair remained in the cabin.

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"It's over, it's over, even psychologists can't do it, this is simply unsolvable!"

"How can humans possibly control their instinct for fear? This ghost story is too twisted!"

"I can't watch anymore, what if Brother Feng's next move is...?"

"Hans was already very brave, but those eyes... I was scared to death even through the screen."

"So even the strongest willpower is useless; it's a physiological reaction!"

"Brother Feng, think of something quickly! Time is running out!"

"What other options are there at this point?!"

"It's over, it's really over this time..."

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Just as despair completely engulfed the cabin, Lin Feng suddenly received an urgent notification from the strategy team.

[Lin Feng, perhaps a little bit of eroticism can help combat fear. You can try thinking about some erotic images.]

Upon seeing the message from the strategy team, Lin Feng was taken aback.

"Seriously, has the strategy team gone mad?... You want me to think about this at a time like this?"

He muttered to himself, but then clenched his fist tightly.

"Never mind, let's give it a try."

He recalled the old saying—"To die beneath the peony is to die a romantic death."

The fact that this saying has been passed down for thousands of years proves that, in the human subconscious, the instinctive impulses in that area can indeed overcome the fear of death.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to try his best to recall his "deep conversation" with Xia Ning in the bathroom.

Every detail was magnified infinitely and repeatedly slowed down and replayed.

Soon, a wonderful transformation occurred.

"What is he doing?" Someone noticed Lin Feng's unusual behavior and exclaimed in a low voice.

Lin Feng's eyes were closed, his face was flushed with an unnatural redness, and his body was even strangely tense.

Then, amidst the surprised and suspicious gazes around him, Lin Feng groped for the seats on either side of him and walked step by step towards the back of the cabin.

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"He's walking forward with his eyes closed?! Isn't that suicide?!"

"Oh no, oh no, they didn't even look! What if their tongue rolls over?"

"I can't bear to watch anymore..."

"Can a person really withstand their primal fear like this? I don't believe it..."

"His expression is so strange, his face is blushing inappropriately..."

"I can't breathe... This is scarier than watching a horror movie!"

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At this moment, Lin Feng had already blocked out all the noise.

In his mind, he was currently having a "deep conversation" with Xia Ning.

Dopamine and adrenaline surge and intertwine in the blood, constructing a sensory barrier that isolates us from reality.

Cthulhu, the unspeakable, the death threats—all were long since swept away by the surging hormones.

He groped his way to the end of the cabin, where the dense darkness was right in front of him.

The terrifying giant eye opened as expected in the shadows, its icy gaze attempting to pierce his will.

But Lin Feng was completely unaware—

In his mind, Xia Ning had already mounted a spirited horse, galloping across the wilderness, heading straight for the vast expanse of clouds.

Without any pause, Lin Feng's figure resolutely disappeared into the darkness, vanishing from everyone's sight...