I said, "Luo Heng is not that kind of person. He came to the Northern Regions this time purely to find the antidote to the Zichuan Pill. ”

Han looked at me and said, "I trust your judgment, but I still have to guard against it." Amos said that Luan Lin had a way to control all living beings, and Luo Heng could also be bewitched by him. ”

He immediately told us about the experience of being illusioned by Wangqiu in the palace.

Xiao Wuhua frowned: "I don't believe in any ghosts and gods, we haven't seen any ghosts for so long." You can't be psychologically suggested, are you? ”

Assorted asked, "What's that?" ”

Xiao Wuhua explained simply and rudely: "For example, every time it rains, you can step on dog shit at the door of your house." Because it's so coincidental, and there's no logic at all, the rain is tied to shit. In the beginning, every time it rains, you will look for shit at the door. After that, every time you see dog poop in front of your house, you feel like it's raining. ”

I shook my head: "It's not hard to see this kind of connection. In the early days of the Southern Dynasty, people saw the tengu eating the sun and the flooding of rivers and thought that the emperor lacked virtue. In the period of the ancestors, a certain princess also wanted to let the reigning ancestor step down because of the famine of the people, and when the imperial prince was in a row of difficulties, combined with the Qin Tianjian stationed by the river for three years, he figured out the relationship between the high tide and the stars, and made a bamboo roll to spread widely among the people, so that the people's wisdom was first opened. ”

Xiao Wuhua nodded: "It's probably about the same, but I haven't finished talking yet." What I just said is just cause and effect that everyone can relate. The magic of hypnosis is that many subconscious things are connected. If there are dolls in childhood memories and there is bloodshed, after some means, these memories can be processed into seeing a bleeding rag doll. ”

Red...... Bleed...... Doll......

Wounded......

I shrunk my neck and looked at Xiao Wuhua's red clothes.

With Xiao Wuhua's words, I accidentally associated these things together, and I suddenly felt my scalp tingle.

He continued: "If you take any more medicine, this person will think of bleeding when he sees the little girl, and he will feel terrible when he sees the color red. In the long run, the man was driven insane......"

His words were chilling.

It's the middle of the night again, and the night is cold and windy.

Fortunately, the wind in the tent was very stable, and the candlelight did not shake, and it shone brightly.

I clenched my fists and looked down, not looking at Xiao Wuhua's red.

Looking nervous, Han suddenly hugged me and startled me.

Han took me in his arms, and his voice was calm with a hint of humor: "Are you afraid?" Are you scared? ”

I didn't push him away as I used to, and whispered, "I've killed a lot of people, I've seen countless bloody wounds, and I've seen zombies that still run with black blood...... I have cut open the chest and abdomen of a man, I have seen a beating heart, and I have cut a child out of a woman's belly......"

Xiao Wuhua said: "I guess that suggestion and illusion rely on association. As long as you're confident enough to be sure that a wound is a wound and a zombie is a zombie, don't associate these with that. ”

I was helpless: "It's easy to say......"

"It's really hard." Assorted glanced at Han and said, "We often have a trance feeling in the palace, as if we will enter a dream at any time in the next moment. Sometimes it's impossible to tell the difference between truth and falsehood. The most dangerous time, a palace maid wanted to kill me, and I didn't want to hurt someone by mistake, so I was almost killed. Fortunately, Han killed the palace maid even if he appeared. ”

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