Mon Oil Bottle walked towards me with Liu Sang on his back. There was no candle on his body, and he was almost in the dark. His steps were very light.

Between him and I, I narrowed my eyes and suddenly had a strange thought, if he couldn't see the woman's leather figurine, would he pass through this thing in my hallucination?

Then I will see a wonder, because this woman's leather figurine is real to me and I can touch it. But he can't see it. If it is a haunted, the contact between them will overlap.

If this is the case, I would probably be crazy. Then the Ding Lan ruler in my hand must be an illusion. The oil bottle summoned by Ding Lan ruler was also imagined, and Liu Sang also imagined it. In this way, I can defeat this idiot with my own hands.

Or maybe the oil bottle just can't see it. If he bumped into a woman's leather figurine when he came over, then he just can't see these things, but there was a difference between me and his eyes.

This actually has a deeper explanation. Some people will selectively ignore certain information when they encounter severe trauma. When reading newspapers or chatting with others, this information cannot be recognized by the brain.

I remember a case abroad where a mental patient never believed that he had a daughter. Although her daughter was always by her side, she never saw her. She could not see anything related to her daughter. There was a documentary that recorded the process in detail. I remember that film called "The Lost Apple". Apple is a very classic experiment. When she was eating apples, her daughter came over and touched the apple, and the apple disappeared in her perception.

The patient panicked all day long, feeling that there was another person in the room, and all kinds of things suddenly disappeared, and she felt that there were haunted symptoms. In fact, it was just her brain blocking a specific information.

But such situations are often caused by huge trauma and fear of a specific concept in the subconscious mind, which is a protective mechanism formed.

Later I learned that her daughter was ill before, and there was a crisis of liver replacement. She did not give her liver to her daughter because of fear. Although other people's liver later helped her daughter, she herself developed mental illness due to a huge sense of guilt and blocked all information about her daughter.

I don't believe that the slut bottle will not be able to see these personal skin figurines because of guilt. I think it's a problem with toxins.

I walked into my own logical circle. Before I could figure it out, I saw the peng oil bottle suddenly stopping in front of the woman figurine. He touched it forward, then quickly walked around, came to me, and placed Liu Sang on the wall of the tomb passage opposite the fat man.

I thought to myself, don't you say you can't see it? Did you two fool me? But he immediately asked me, "What's there?"

"Can't you hide so easily?" I asked, looking at Liu Sang, all his nails were flipped. I don't know where he was trapped. He must have collapsed for a long time. He scratched the stone wall with his hands.

He didn't look at me, and while checking the fat man's pulse, he said lightly: "I can't see it, I can only roughly feel it. It's up to you next."

I was about to ask what was going on. Almost at the same time, I saw his eyes and found that his eyes were completely cloudy and there was something on the cornea.

"What's this?" I said in horror, and wanted to tear it. He avoided it in an instant when my hand almost touched him.

His usual reaction was very fast, and the dullness just now was almost impossible. I suddenly realized. Just as I was about to ask a question, I saw the oil bottle approaching Liu Sang's ears with rhinoceros horn flames, and the little hands fell off one after another.

Liu Sang was like a fat man, without any response. I said to Mon Oil Bottle: "There are still deep in my ears, so I have to suck it out..." Mon Oil Bottle glanced at me.
Chapter completed!