Meng Ke held a pair of soft round drummed meatballs in his hands, his face distressed.

A pale and horrible woman stood in front of him sullenly, and he didn't react at all in the face of his rude behavior

"Can it be hardened?"

Just think about it, and Meng Ke immediately had some pictures that made this thing hard.

Breathed out, Meng Ke looked serious, his hands squeezed the pair of bulging meat **** again, and the touch from his hand told him that Bang Bang was extremely hard!

Is like pinching on a stone.

"Sure enough, this female ghost came out of my brain ..." Meng Ke murmured in shock.

Before going back.

Meng Ke is an online writer. After the end of the code word, he habitually opened a website and found a movie.

"Curse"

Start playing.

This is his habit, because he often stays up late to write a book, and it is often easy to get stuck. At this time, the use of horror movies is reflected.

Absolutely refreshing!

As the progress bar progressed, Meng Ke was scared several times even if he had watched this movie before.

Soon, he suddenly felt that the room was particularly quiet, and time had come to night before he knew it.

A strange air blew across his ear, and Meng Ke quickly shrank his neck.

What am I afraid of? Is there a ghost in this world?

Comforted himself, he was still a little scared and looked backwards with a stiff neck.

Familiar bed, familiar wardrobe ...

Suddenly, Meng Kemeng's eyes widened and the whole person bounced.

In the gap behind the door, under the black shadow, a pair of blood-red eyes full of bitterness stared straight at him.

"I am fucking! There are ghosts!"

The female ghost crawled out of the gap step by step. She twisted her body strangely, and the voice of Ka Ka Ka echoed in the quiet room.

Meng Ke grabbed the mouse in panic, thinking about it and missing it.

boom…!

The mouse line was suddenly straightened and bounced at once.

Hiss

Meng Ke pressed his knee in pain and looked at the mouse on the ground angrily. Hey, you dare to bully Lao Tzu!

The more he wanted, the more he was angry, and he couldn't help but look angry at the ghost

"Come! Hurt each other! Mmp!"

Said, picked up the computer chair and lost it.

嘭…!

In Meng Ke's surprised eyes, the computer chair passed through the body of the female ghost and directly hit the door panel of the room, making a loud noise.

The female ghost was still crawling, but Meng Ke suddenly realized that she had been crawling for so long.

Why is it still in place?

Meng Ke could not help but tilt his neck, carefully looked at the female ghost, slowly, he actually felt a connection with him on the female ghost?

Indescribable, Meng Ke suddenly realized.

This female ghost comes from his brain hole fantasy.

So, there is everything before it.

This female ghost is not a real ghost. It exists in a way similar to a mirage, but Meng Ke can smell a fragrance from her and touch the softness and elasticity of her skin.

"Is there an illusion?" Meng Ke felt extremely ridiculous.

Meng Ke once again turned his gaze to the female ghost, thinking in his brain.

I saw that the female ghost's appearance was blurred, and it became a fan, a wind noise, a bench, a rough surface, and a cute little loli. The loli sound was soft in my heart.

"What is this? Superpowers?"

This illusion of infinitely close to reality completely changes with his mind, as if there are no restrictions.

Meng Ke raised his hand through the illusion. As long as the illusion had no tactile sensation in his imagination, he could penetrate the past with his hands without any tactile sensation.

"Someone should try it. If others can see it, it proves that I was not hallucinating."

Now it's just night, and there won't be as many pedestrians on the street as during the day. Meng Ke packed up and went out.

He remembered that there was an alley near the community.

Soon, he walked there and looked inside, and it turned out that a beggar in tattered scruffy clothes rolled into a ball with black quilts.

When I first came here to rent a house, when Meng Ke passed by the alley at night, the sleeping beggar rushed out of the drunk drunk, yelling loudly and frighteningly, so that he hurried away.

That scene gave him a great impression, so far unforgettable, so he had some palpitations every time he passed by.

Now taking a beggar as a test article can also be regarded as a return for a return, cause and effect cycle!

"If the illusion is true, then ..."

Organize his thoughts, and some pictures began to appear in Meng Ke's mind.

Is the same as the female ghost appeared. When he began to imagine, a mysterious man in a black cloak came out of the shadow of the alley. The face of the mysterious man was blocked by the black cloak, and the hazy people could not see it.

And at the waist of the mysterious man was a crimson long sword. A slaying momentum radiated from him. I saw him slowly walking towards the sleeping beggar.

In Meng Ke's anxious and expectant eyes, the mysterious man lifted his feet and kicked on the beggar.

……

"Ouch, the one who killed Thousand Swords has stepped on me ?! Didn't you see anyone here ?! You stepped on me!"

Meng Ke watched with disappointment as the mysterious man's foot penetrated the beggar's body, but, the next second, the beggar yelled painfully like a cat stepping on its tail.

Raised his eyebrows in surprise. Meng Ke figured out the reason for that. The mysterious man was an illusion, but in Meng Ke's fantasy, his foot hurt.

A beggar cannot be hit by a phantom-level mysterious person, but he was given the same pain as being hit after being hit. The illusion affected his pain!

"Loss of money! You hurt me by kicking! Accompany the medical expenses, otherwise don't want to go!"

The beggar had a black face and raised his head in anger, but the next moment, he fell into slack again.

What kind of person is this?

The blood-red pupil like a demon, silver-white hair, and a strange spiral pattern on his face, the mysterious man looked down at him with a cold and staring eyes.

In the distance, Meng Ke suddenly felt a small light in his mind lit up, an invisible line from the beggar's body connected into the light spot.

I don't know why, Meng Ke suddenly knew that this light spot represents a beggar, because the beggar believes in the illusion, so the power of faith is generated.

Meng Keneng felt that the light point seemed to generate energy through the interaction between the illusion and human beings. The spiritual line is an energy transmission channel. The closer the illusion interacts with the person, the more the person believes in the authenticity of the illusion. The more energy, if the light spot energy is enough, the mysterious person will change from illusion to reality. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com

Immediately, Meng Ke couldn't help but his heart was surging, and countless thoughts were almost going to break through his brain hole and become an illusion.

"What do you want to do?"

Suddenly, the distant old beggar's timid voice came, and then Meng Ke realized that he seemed to have forgotten the two of them for too long.

Meng Ke's mouth raised, a strange smile.

Immediately, the mysterious man stepped forward without warning, frightened the beggar, hurriedly crawled back, squeezed into the corner of the wall, and sweated and rained down from behind.

"Don't come here! I'm going to call you when you come here! Help!"

Cold and ruthless eyes stared at the panicking beggar. The voice of the mysterious man was low and full of magnetism, when the beggar was about to be crushed and breathless ...

"... How do I get to the toilet?"

……

Silence.

The beggar was stunned, his eyes slack and his mouth slightly opened, looking at the strange cheeks of the mysterious man, speechless for a moment.

go with!

you!

Special!

!

of!

……! ! !

What are you doing for a long time ......... just asking the toilet? ! Funny fool? ! The beggar growled madly at the bottom of his heart, his body fell down like a mess of mud, and looked at the mysterious man in disbelief.

And the mysterious man saw him for a long time without reply, looked at the extremely dull beggar as a fool, shook his head, and walked away gently.

"...... Actually encountered a fool."

What? !

The beggar jumped up from the ground and pointed angrily at the back of the mysterious man, shouting loudly: "Who is that! Can't you hear me? Who is a fool ?! Laozi is just poor, looks bad, and has no culture , But you ca n’t call me a fool! "