ng Ke held a pair of soft round at balls in his hands, with a troubled face.
A woman with a pale and terrifying face stood sluggishly in front of him, and she did not respond at all to his rude actions.
"Can it be hardened?"
Doing what he thought of doing, ng Ke's mind imdiately flashed so images that could make this thing hard.
Letting out a breath, ng Ke's expression beca serious, and he squeezed the pair of bulging atballs with both hands again. The touch from his hands told him that it was extrely tough!
It's like pinching on a rock.
"As expected, this female ghost ca out of my brain" ng Ke murmured in shock.
Before speaking.
ng Ke is an online writer. After the code is over, he habitually clicks on a website and finds a movie.
"The Curse"
Start playing.
This is a habit of his, because he often stays up late to write books, and he is often sleepy. At this ti, the usefulness of horror movies is reflected.
Absolutely refreshing!
As the progress bar moved forward, ng Ke was frightened several tis even if he had already seen this movie before.
Soon, he suddenly felt that the room was very quiet, and the ti had reached night before he knew it.
A strange cold air blew past his ears, and ng Ke quickly shrank his neck.
What am I afraid of? Are there ghosts in this world?
Comforting himself, he was still a little scared and looked back with a stiff neck.
Familiar bed, familiar wardrobe
Suddenly, ng Ke's eyes widened, and his whole body bounced.
In the gap behind the door, under the black shadow, a pair of blood-red eyes full of resentnt stared straight at him.
"F*ck! There's a ghost!"
The female ghost crawled out of the gap step by step, she twisted her body strangely, and the sound of Ka Ka Ka echoed in the silent room.
ng Ke grabbed the mouse in a panic, and lost it without thinking.
boom!
The mouse line was suddenly straightened and rebounded.
hiss
ng Ke pressed his knees in pain and looked at the mouse on the ground angrily, what the hell, even you dare to bully !
The more he thought about it, the angrier he beca, and he couldn't help but get angry when he looked at the female ghost.
"Co on! Hurt each other! mmp!"
Saying that, he picked up the computer chair and threw it away.
Bang!
In ng Ke's surprised eyes, the computer chair passed through the ghost's body and smashed directly into the door of the room, making a loud noise.
The female ghost was still crawling, but ng Ke suddenly realized that she had been crawling for so long.
Why are you still there?
ng Ke couldn't help tilting his neck and looked at the female ghost carefully. Slowly, he actually felt a connection with him in the female ghost.
Indescribably, ng Ke suddenly realized in an instant.
This female ghost originated from his brain hole fantasy.
So, thats how everything before happened.
This female ghost is not a real ghost, her way of existence is similar to a mirage, but ng Ke can sll a delicate fragrance from her body and touch the softness of her skin.
"Could it be that Im hallucinating?" ng Ke felt extrely absurd.
ng Ke turned his attention to the female ghost again, and his thoughts ca to him.
Only to see that the appearance of the female ghost was blurred, and it turned into a fan for a while, the wind whistled, a bench for a while, and the surface was full of roughness, and a cute little loli for a while, and the voice of loli was soft to the heart. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse NovelMultiverse dot com
"What is this? A superpower?"
This illusion of being infinitely close to reality is completely at his will, as if there is no limit.
ng Ke's raised hand passed through the illusion. As long as the illusion had no tactile sensation in his imagination, he could penetrate it with his hand without any tactile sensation.
"I should find soone to try, and if others can see it, it becos proof that I wasn't hallucinating. "
It happened to be night again, and there would not be as many pedestrians on the street as during the day, so ng Ke packed up and went out.
He rembered that there was an alley near the community.
Soon, he walked there, looked inside, and sure enough, a beggar in tattered clothes rolled into a ball with a dark quilt.
At that ti, I just ca here to rent a house. When ng Ke passed the alley at night, the beggar who was sleeping was drunk which surprised him and caused him to run away.
That scene left a great impression on him, which he will never forget, so every ti he passed by, he felt a little palpitated.
Taking a beggar as an experint now can be regarded as a tit for tat, a cycle of cause and effect!
"If that illusion is real, then"
After sorting out his thoughts, so pictures slowly began to appear in ng Ke's mind.
Just like the appearance of the female ghost, when he began to fantasize, a mysterious man in a black cloak walked out of the shadow of the alley. The mysterious man's face was covered by the black cloak, making it hazy and invisible.
On the mysterious man's waist was a dark red long sword, and a chilling aura emanated from him, and I saw him slowly walking towards the sleeping beggar.
Under ng Ke's anxious and expectant gaze, the mysterious man raised his foot and kicked the beggar violently.
"Oh, this person who deserves death stepped on ?! Didn't you see soone here?! You stepped on and hurt !"
ng Ke watched in disappointnt as the mysterious man's feet penetrated the beggar's body, but in the next second, the beggar scread in pain like a cat with its tail stepped on.
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, ng Ke figured out the reason at once. It's true that the mysterious man is an illusion, but in ng Ke's fantasy, his foot hurts a lot.
It is impossible for the beggar to be kicked by the illusion-level mysterious man, but he was inflicted with severe pain equivalent to being kicked, and the illusion affected his pain!
"Pay with money! You kicked ! Bring out the dical bills, or don't think about leaving!"
The beggar had a dark face and raised his head angrily, but the next mont, he fell into a sluggishness again.
What kind of person is this?
With blood-red pupils like demons, silver-white hair, and a strange spiral pattern on his face, the mysterious man looked down at him with incomparably cold eyes.
In the distance, ng Ke suddenly felt a small light light up in his mind, and an invisible thread connected to the light point from the beggar's body.
He doesn't know why, but ng Ke suddenly knew that this light point represents the beggar, because the beggar believed in the illusion, so the power of belief was generated.
ng Ke can feel that the light point seems to generate energy through the interaction between the illusion and human beings, and the spiritual line is an energy transmission channel. If the light has more energy, the mysterious man will turn from illusion to reality.
Imdiately, ng Ke couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions, and countless ideas almost broke through his brain holes and turned into illusions. He was so excited that he couldn't help himself.
"What are you planning to do?"
Suddenly, the timid voice of the old beggar ca from a distance, and ng Ke realized that he seed to have forgotten the two of them for too long.
ng Ke raised the corners of his mouth and smiled strangely.
Imdiately, the mysterious man took a step forward without warning, making the beggar startled, hurriedly crawled back, and squeezed into the corner of the wall, cold sweat pouring down from behind like rain.
"Don't co here! I'm going to call when you co! Help!"
His ruthless eyes stared at the beggar in panic. The mysterious man's voice was low and full of magnetism. When the beggar was about to be overwheld
"how do I get to the toilet?"
silence.
The beggar was stunned, his eyes slightly opened, and he looked at the mysterious man's strange cheeks, speechless for a while.
go!
f*ck!
yourself!
!!!
You've been making trouble for a long ti just to ask about the toilet?! Do you take for a fool?! The beggar roared frantically in the bottom of his heart, his body fell down like a ss of mud, and he looked at the mysterious man in disbelief.
And the mysterious man saw that he didn't reply for a long ti, looked at the beggar with dull eyes like a fool, shook his head, and walked away gently.
"I actually t a fool."
What?!
The beggar jumped up from the ground, pointed angrily at the mysterious man's back, and shouted: "Who! Do you think I can't hear you? Who are you calling a fool?! I'm just poor, not good-looking, and uneducated, but you can't call a fool!"
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