Things in the world are always wonderful, and those things that seem ugly and disgusting are often delicious in the world.

The mound mushroom has a hideous and terrifying appearance, but when it enters the mouth, it is unusually soft. It felt like jelly, and it no longer smelled fishy, and it slipped down my mouth easily. The most amazing thing is that there is a tingling sensation in the mouth similar to that brought by Sichuan peppercorns, which is an exciting precursor for me who is a fan of Sichuan food.

Zeng Qian and Mei Yujun both looked at me curiously, obviously my slightly intoxicated expression made them puzzled.

"The taste of this thing is really hard to describe, a bit like peppery meat, a little sweet, but there is no smoke at all. I said it with ease, but they immediately became nervous.

Zeng Qian tugged my left hand and began to test my pulse, while Mei Yujun searched up and down my face, as if he was afraid of missing a trace of change.

But the good feeling lasted less than half a minute, but there was a sharp pain in the abdomen. My stomach seemed to be filled with boiling oil, and the mound mushroom was like a millet pepper thrown into it, and the whole stomach was full of burning sensation, turning over the river and the sea.

Immediately after, my brain was dizzy, the house seemed to start spinning, and the worst thing was that I began to feel nauseous, retching twice, and even my throat was hot, I couldn't help curling up on the sofa, and cold sweat was running down my forehead.

"Rejection, usual, this is a normal situation, and it will pass after a few minutes. Zeng Qian frowned, didn't look at me, just continued to count her pulse silently.

"Sister Zeng, there won't be any problems with such a big reaction, right?" Seeing that my body had begun to tremble, Mei Yujun grabbed my right hand and looked at Zeng Qian anxiously.

"It should be fine, Lao Chang's pulse is quickening, and soon Tsukashi will start to paralyze his nerves, and he will hallucinate, and then there will be no pain. Although Zeng Qian said this, she unconsciously pulled the suitcase to her side.

I couldn't hear what they were saying at this point, as if they were slowly moving away from me, their voices becoming ethereal and ethereal, but it was true that the pain and discomfort in my body disappeared instantly.

After the pain, there is a strange sense of calm, like standing on the top of a snow-capped mountain, like lying in a mountain stream, not feeling the weight of the body, and the mind seems to have no restraints, which is pleasant.

At the same time, I saw that the scene in the house began to change, the whole room suddenly became brighter, but it was not like the morning sun spilling through the window, but the whole room was shining by itself, there were no shadows, no dark corners, the light was like water, filling the room slowly, but the light was incomparably soft, and it made people sleepy.

Maybe it was because my expression suddenly became relaxed, Mei Yujun shook my arm, and when I turned my head to look, her face was also drenched in the light, her skin became crystal clear, and the edges of her fluffy bun were covered with a thin layer of mist, and even the sweat droplets oozing from her forehead shone like diamonds, which made people want to touch it.

But I suddenly realized that my body was completely unconscious, my arms hung weakly, I couldn't lift it anymore, my mouth couldn't open it, I couldn't spit out a word, but strangely, there was no tension in my heart, and even my body enjoyed this state very much.

"The pulse is down, there should be hallucinations immediately, Lao Chang's body is unconscious now, and it will generally recover in ten minutes... Zeng Qian's voice became more distant, and I could barely hear what she was saying behind her.

And it was at that moment that I suddenly understood what Tsukasa mushroom had brought to me. After the intensity of the light, it was the gorgeous color, the original lilac curtains became extremely red, and on the blue and white teacups, the dragon pattern almost turned sky blue, and even the other corsages on Mei Yujun's chest should be pale pink coral stones, which became like blood droplets, reflecting the bewitching light.

When I noticed this detail, I suddenly noticed that my vision seemed to be different from before. I was already a little old-fashioned, and my vision was a little blurry, but now, as if in a different world, everything is very clear, and when I want to see something that I usually ignore, my eyes are like telescopes, I can adjust the focus, I can close the distance.

On the screen door of the hall, a bee was crawling slowly, its yellow and black striped belly lying together, it turned out that the color was not the color of the shell, but two completely different colors of fluff on the surface. On the fluorescent tube on the roof, a blood-sucking mosquito lurks, its swollen belly stretched translucent by the scarlet liquid. And the long needle on the mouth, constantly shaking, knocked on the bright lamp wall. I could almost hear the slight click.

But why can't I hear Zeng Qian's voice clearly?

Unfortunately, at that moment, there was no time to think, because soon, it seemed to me, the whole room began to change shape.

The walls began to become distorted, and instead of being at right angles to each other, they became curved surfaces. The original rectangular wooden lattice window has become oval, and even the four corners of the coffee table seem to be rolled up, like flower petals.

Even more amazing was my row of bookshelves, completely twisted and twisted, with only one side standing on the floor, the other raised to the ceiling. And those books, even if they are hung upside down, do not have the slightest intention of falling.

Looking at this, I couldn't help but shake my head, although I thought that my consciousness was not chaotic or crazy, but I understood that the mound mushroom had begun to affect my brain, according to Zeng Qian's words, everything I see now, through the nerves, projected onto the cerebral cortex, has undergone serious distortion, some of my senses have been infinitely amplified, and some senses have been numb.

Since the world is so different, I must be in the hallucination of my brain.

In a trance, I felt myself standing up, pushing open the door and walking to the small courtyard.

Outside, it was no longer the beginning of night, but it was like noon, and the light was so strong that everything around it became transparent. Yes, it is still becoming more and more transparent, even the dark gray bluestone courtyard wall that I am very familiar with has become transparent, and I can see Lao Luo holding a pu fan on the other side of the courtyard outside, and snorting the curved spout of the small teapot while fanning. I saw Xiaoshun next door, carrying a schoolbag and pedaling a bicycle, speeding by.

It's just that even these people are plated with a layer of light spots, hazy.

Only outside the wall on the right hand side of the courtyard gate, there is an abrupt black shadow, as if there is only such a black shadow in the whole world.

I rubbed my eyes to make sure it wasn't an illusion or a cataract, and unconsciously walked out of the hospital.

That's right, on my right, under some dilapidated courtyard walls, there is an old man with a slightly rickety body. For some reason, the old man seemed to be dressed in a black robe, only his face was exposed, and his face was full of wind and frost, and the wrinkles were like a knife and axe, but it was extremely pale. In this way, you can't guess his age at all, whether it's seventy or eighty, even if he says he's a centenarian, some people believe it.

It's just that those eyes are extremely deep, saying that he has no waves in the ancient well, but he shows a strange brilliance, saying that he is in good spirits, and full of endless vicissitudes. But for some reason, I didn't feel that he was unfamiliar, as if I had met him sometimes.

The two of us just looked at each other, and neither of us made any further moves. During the period, coming and going, many neighbors walked by, and the strange thing is that they usually have to say hello and chat a few words when they usually meet, but today they have become familiar with it for some reason, and it seems that the two of us do not exist.

I paced up to the old man and stood side by side with him, and he didn't look at me, just stared at the courtyard in a daze.

After a while, he protruded a few words from his deep throat: "The realm of fugue is really not outside the world, I didn't expect it, right?"

"It's a fantasy, I'm just eating mushrooms. I shook my head, but I laughed, I couldn't imagine that I could have a normal conversation with the characters in the fantasy, but why did my neighbors turn a blind eye?

"The realm of fugue has existed since ancient times, those who practice magic are regarded as fairyland, those who practice witchcraft are regarded as ghost realms, those who cultivate Danqing are regarded as painting realms, and those who dance pine smoke are regarded as artistic conceptions, but in which realm are you?" The old man's tone was completely devoid of any emotion, almost making me feel that he was not talking at all, but talking to himself.

"Although I am a witch but I have not seen a ghost realm, how can I be in a fairyland if I don't believe in immortals?" I have to say that the conversation with this old man made me extremely relaxed, just like facing the elders in the family, without caring about the tone and words.

Think about it, too, in your own hallucination, of course, you can let loose as much as you want, what is there to scruple about?

"You think it's your hallucination, it's the mushroom that has changed you, but why don't you think it's a real world as well?" the old man turned to look at me.

"How is it possible? The wall is transparent, the house is swollen like a big mushroom, and the tree in the yard, how can the two be twisted together? The only thing that can be real in the illusion is you, you have not changed anything, of course I don't know if you are also what I imagined?"

"There are no absolutes in this world, and I am not your hallucination, as evidenced by that. After speaking, the old man slowly took out a piece of paper from his black cloak, the corners were a little yellow, folded very neatly, and handed it to me.

At that moment, he actually showed a hint of a smile, and there was a strange brilliance in his eyes.

(There is a breath of life, a form of form, and an illusion.) The beginning of creation, the change of yin and yang, is called life and death. The poor number of changes, because of the change of shape, is called the transformation, the illusion. The creator is ingenious, its work is profound, and it is difficult to end. Because the shape is clever and its power is shallow, it rises and disappears. Knowing illusion is not different from life and death, and it can be learned from illusion. I and you are also illusory, Xi Xu learns ?--"Liezi") (https:)

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