What was it before! He didn't know. It only appeared deep in his brain. Many times, he would see some familiar scenes, but those scenes were gray and not as bright as the real world. He once thought that these familiar scenes were his previous life. But does a person really have his previous life? This is almost absurd!

There are many times when he sees himself reading, reading many difficult books, or practicing martial arts, posing in various shapes, or jumping... He also sees himself in a wasteland, where some blue eyes are always staring at him. Then there will be beeping like arrows breaking through the sky, and sometimes there will be clanging sounds of metal impact. Then, the shrill wailing sound will be heard by him.

Sometimes, he would see himself holding a huge double-headed dog wandering in front of a large palace. He would also see the rippling golden waves flashing when the sparse moonlight shone on the water... but this did not make him feel at peace and tranquility for many times.

Most of the time, he would see himself standing for a long time in the wilderness full of desolate graves... or standing on the top of a cliff, wrapped in thick felt, tied with thick ropes, flying down from the cliff... Then, he saw a woman, a woman he felt extremely emotionally dependent but had never met in life.

The woman's mark was so deep in his mind...

Over the years, he has searched many places, but has never seen this woman. But he is still searching for it. He even thought that people really have their past lives, and she is the woman in his past lives...

Yu Ying suddenly opened her eyes and saw Mark Tilland looking at him with concern. He smiled apologetically, "I just told a story that I didn't even believe in myself. I knew there was a mental illness called imagination, and I seemed to suffer from imagination."

Mark Tilland smiled and patiently explained, "Everyone has any imagination, such as meditating on the story of becoming a god in a state of clear consciousness; or meditating on the incarnation of a large number of comprehensive heroes; or meditating on traveling back to ancient times, possessing himself with a famous historical figure to help him complete impossible tasks... No one would blame such imagination: This is simply a daydream, it is simply nonsense. People sometimes need daydreams to relieve the increasingly difficult pressure. If there is no similar daydream, many people will become confused and at a loss..." He deliberately lowered his voice a little, "I sometimes imagine that it is much more than yours..."

Yu Ying laughed, "Your explanation really makes me feel relaxed, but will you feel psychologically indulge in my imagination? This reminds me of something..."

"What's the matter!"

"It's about the psychologist!"

"Yeah! Are you willing to talk?"

"Of course... a friend of mine always spits on the face of a stranger without any defense. Once, he spits on the face of a stranger. When the stranger was about to call the police, my friend suddenly burst into tears. He admitted his mistake while crying: I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I always do this. Although I know it's wrong to do this, I just can't resist this impulse! What should I do! What should I do... When the stranger saw him like this, he forgave him and even recommended him a very excellent psychologist.

My friend expressed his gratitude to the stranger and went to see a psychologist... About half a year ago, I met my friend again, and he still hadn't changed his bad habit of spitting on people's faces. I asked him, have you seen a psychologist? Didn't the psychologist help you? My friend replied, "He helped. He really deserves his name. I said, why do you spit on other people's faces?" My friend said that when I spit on others' faces, I felt very guilty. After the treatment of the psychologist, I think this is for granted."

When Yu Ying told the story, Mark Thilan always smiled, but when he finished listening to the end of the story, this smile became an embarrassment.

"Doctor Tilan, do you have a previous life?" Yu Ying asked a question that has troubled him for a long time.

Mark Tilland did not answer, saying, “There are some things I need to communicate with your assistant.” He called Johnny out of the clinic and said to Johnny, “After preliminary judgment, the client you brought was suffering from a serious mental illness.”

Johnny had no expression on his face, "I know him, I think he is normal."

"Oh! No, no! He suffers from compulsory conjecture."

"You just said that everyone has imagination, and sometimes you can imagine it."

"But the forced imagination is different, so it should be included in the scope of mental illness."

"What's the difference!"

"Forced imagination will impose some things that do not exist or have not happened in life on yourself, and then all kinds of hallucinations will arise, which will eventually lead to some kind of mental misjudgment..." Speaking of this, Mark Tilland seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then immediately said, "Please forgive my confession! Just as Mr. Yu said just now, the wasteland, arrows, two-headed dogs, palaces, women I have never met in this life... These things seemed to have happened in ancient China hundreds of years ago, and he felt that he was involved and became the protagonist. The most important thing is that he was immersed in his imagination and slipped deeper and deeper. When he could not give his own reasonable explanation, he actually believed that these things had happened in his previous life, which were typical symptoms of forced imagination."

"I believe he is healthy," Johnny said. "I never found any abnormal behavior in him. Perhaps, maybe what he said was his real memory."

"This is not scientifically feasible. Memory is very subtle and layered. Over time, all the memories in the mind will be blurred into one piece, and the gaps at the edges of the layers will gradually be filled and blurred by some irrelevant things, slowly sliding into the black hole of memory and becoming a memory defect that cannot be repaired forever. Just imagine how a person can retain hundreds of years of memory. From this point of view, all he tells is absurd imagination."

Johnny had a professional smile on his face, "You convinced me, but how do you convince him and let him cooperate with your treatment."

Mark Tilland took out a pill, and a trace of illusion flashed in his eyes. "If you find a way to let him eat it, he will fall asleep. All his imaginations about his previous life will be realized in his sleep. When he wakes up again, everything that happens will become the past."

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...Yu Ying woke up suddenly, feeling a splitting headache. It seemed that the last wall in her life was approaching him quietly, and would eventually drive him into the endless darkness.

"Kill him! Kill him!" There was a loud shouting sound around.

Yu Ying opened her eyes in confusion and saw a man with a few scoops of hair on the top of her head and on both sides, and the rest were shaved. The man stared at his copper bell-like eyes, and his big hands like a palm fan clasped his shoulders tightly, and pinched his neck hard...

Yu Ying twisted his body and rushed forward, pressing his whole body against the man. He tried hard to thrust his body so that his hands could reach the man's neck. Then he raised his two fingers and poked them hard at the man's neck... His fingers pierced the man's neck, and the man's eyes immediately collapsed into his eye sockets. In an instant, the man's hands and feet began to dig randomly, as if he wanted to grab something from the cold and wet ground. But after a while, he lay there stiffly and motionless. Only the bloody, foamy lips were still gasping for breath, and blood overflowed from his neck. In a short while, his whole body was soaked in a pool of blood.

Yu Ying stared at her red eyes, stood up shakingly, wiped the blood from her face with the back of her hand, her face a little scary. His eyes were injured and his jaw was splashed with red liquid. He dragged an injured leg and slowly walked towards the prison gate.

This is the prison in the city of Sama Khan of Chagatai. Yu Ying has been imprisoned for a month here. During this month, I don’t know how many prisoners want to kill him. But in the end, the deaths are all others...

Yu Ying can no longer remember how many prisoners he defeated, but he was told that as long as he defeated another prisoner, he had the right to challenge Ah Heima, the number one warrior in the Chagatai Khanate! If he wins, it will be the time for them to regain their freedom...
Chapter completed!