Chapter 652 Hallucination

"What should we do next?"

Qin Yang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar apartment and couldn't help but scratch his head.

He was an orphan in this life, alone and without any worries.

For the remaining few months, he really didn't know what he was going to do.

For this disease, he has been to all the hospitals he could go to.

But his disease seems to be difficult to cure based on the current medical level.

"If only that dream were real."

Qin Yang said to himself.

Although he couldn't remember the content of the dream, some vague images still remained in his mind.

He has seen many horrific scenes of earth shattering.

Mysterious and magical Taoism, physical training skills that can make people indestructible, and all kinds of bizarre existences

If the dream world really exists, there should be no problem in solving the tumor in his brain.

But when he thought about what the doctor said to him today, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He thought it was just a conjecture caused by the tumor in his head compressing the nerves.

How could that world really exist?

He hadn't been back to this apartment for several days. After cleaning it up, Qin Yang felt a little hungry.

Instead of ordering takeout, he went to the small restaurant downstairs to eat something.

With just this little amount of exercise, Qin Yang felt that his body had become extremely weak, and waves of sleepiness came over him.

Qin Yang has long been accustomed to his state.

He steeled himself, took the medicine from the hospital, and fell asleep on the bed.

In a daze, Qin Yang seemed to see a mysterious man standing in the starry sky.

The mysterious man has flowing black hair, his left eye is deep and dark, and his right eye is bright and sacred, as if the disillusionment of life and death in the universe is flowing.

That moment.

Qin Yang felt that this mysterious man was the master of the starry sky.

A single thought from the other party seemed to cause the starry sky to collapse in an instant.

But when he saw the appearance of the mysterious man, he was shocked.

That's clearly me!

It's just that the other party's temperament is as deep as an abyss, as if all the heavens and worlds are under control.

"The tumor in my brain must be pressing on the nerves again."

Qin Yang shook his head.

The next moment.

But he felt as if there was some extra information in his mind.

Phew~

Qin Yang, who was sleeping, opened his eyes.

"Was that a dream just now?"

Qin Yang covered his head and recalled the scene just now.

The feeling was so real that Qin Yang couldn't tell the difference between real and fake for a while.

This made the pain in his head intensify.

I felt better after taking painkillers.

Qin Yang thought for a moment and suddenly realized that he had some more information in his mind.

That is clearly a boxing technique.

Arhat Boxing.

"Did I also imagine this boxing technique?"

Qin Yang was completely confused.

He got up from the bed, glanced at the alarm clock, and found that the time had reached half past six.

"It doesn't matter, we are going to die anyway."

"You might as well practice this boxing technique and see if it works."

Qin Yang said to himself.

No one is more open-minded than a dying man.

He came to the living room and started practicing Arhat Boxing.

For some reason, Qin Yang felt as if he had practiced it countless times without feeling any ambiguity at all. He finished the exercise smoothly and smoothly.

It's just that his physical strength was a little weak. He was out of breath after only one stroke.

But he found out.

A transparent panel popped up.

Host: Qin Yang

Luohan Quan: Getting Started (1/100)

"What is this?"

"It seems like my brain is really going crazy."

Qin Yang shook his head.

But he thought about it and decided to continue practicing and see what wonderful changes would happen.

For him, the worst outcome is death.

After practicing over and over again, Qin Yang did not feel tired despite his weak physique, but instead felt energetic.

Even my appetite was much better. At noon, I rarely ate two large bowls of rice and a lot of meat.

Qin Yang thought for a while and felt that he had too deep control over Luohan Fist. Every movement could exercise the muscles without causing fatigue.

The days after.

Qin Yang practices Arhat Boxing every day, but he also knows not to rush it and only practices it twenty times a day.

In addition, his appetite has become larger and larger.

As for that dream, he never encountered it again.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Yang finally learned how to practice Arhat Boxing.

Buzz~~~

When the mastery panel of Luohan Quan broke through from beginner to proficiency, Qin Yang felt a heat surge through his body.

There is a burning feeling in the muscles and bones.

Even my spirits are much better.

"It seems it's not an illusion. This Arhat Fist really works!"

Qin Yang felt that his body suddenly became much stronger, and he no longer felt as sick as before.

"Maybe this boxing technique is my hope for survival!"

Qin Yang clenched his fist!

This transparent panel seems to be real, and continuous practice can strengthen its own strength.

He made up his mind to practice this boxing technique to perfection.

Every day after that, except when he went downstairs to eat, he practiced Arhat Boxing in his apartment.

Proficiency, small success, great success. Perfection.

It took him more than two months.

"Huhuhu~~~"

Qin Yang looked at himself in the full-length mirror.

His muscles were clearly defined and full of strength.

Crack~~

He clenched his fists and felt that he could break bricks with one punch.

In addition, he also found that after practicing the Arhat Fist to perfection, he also formed a new magical power.

Meditation.

This magical power can allow oneself to enter a deep state of meditation and concentrate more.

"It will take three months. I feel better and better now."

"It seems that this boxing method really helped me change my fate."

"But how should I practice it later?"

After Qin Yang washed up, he lay on the bed and gradually became distracted and thought.

Although there is no feeling of tearing the head now.

But it still hurts from time to time.

So Qin Yang knew that the tumor in his brain should still be there, and it did not disappear because of his martial arts practice.

"Go to the hospital to take an X-ray tomorrow."

"You can't go to the hospital you went to before. Otherwise, you might be treated as a guinea pig."

Qin Yang is quite cautious.

After all, he was sentenced to death not long ago, and there are only three months left.

He is still alive and well now.

If he goes to the previous hospital, it may cause unnecessary trouble.

Bang bang bang~~

Just when Qin Yang was thinking, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Who is outside?"

Qin Yang's eyes flickered.

He has no relatives or friends here.

Besides, it is late at night now, who would come to him?

Qin Yang frowned.

He got up from the bed, walked to the wooden door of the living room, and looked outside through the cat's eye.

There was nothing, it was empty.

"What's going on?"

Qin Yang was stunned.

Did the neighbor knock on the wrong door?

Qin Yang didn't think much about it, and was thinking about returning to bed to sleep.

Bang bang bang~~

The knock on the door sounded again. (End of this chapter)