I don't know what kind of chance this opportunity is, but any way to break the formation will also revolve around this opportunity, but I don't know until I get it, and I was ignorant before.

Coming out of the lottery station, I walked a little aimlessly along a road, passing through many familiar streets, looking at the gradually bustling crowd on the road. My mood is becoming more and more impetuous.

This illusion didn't hurt me at all, everything was done so perfectly.

From beginning to end, there were no emergencies, everything seemed to be my own decision, and the whole map was unusually open, so I couldn't figure it out at all. If there is a strong enemy, or if you are a little passive, it will be easier to break the formation.

I don't know how long I walked, but the buildings finally became less familiar, and looking at these complicated buildings, my heart became complicated.

I felt that every passer-by was gradually becoming ugly, everyone seemed to have bad intentions towards me, and my heart moved, if they were going to do something to me here, I became more and more nervous, and watched their faces become more and more terrifying.

Suddenly, a knife stabbed straight at me.

I dodged the knife and stabbed straight into the wall of the café next to me. Seeing that I had dodged, this man gave up the knife and pulled out another butterfly knife from inside his trousers, often stabbing him in the body. Where are so many knives!

Although I have a copper coin sword on my body, I can't use a copper coin sword to fight with others. A small knife can cut the thread for me. This can deal with ghosts, but it can't deal with people. Dodged left and right, dodged the knife from the top down, and ran away with a kick.

Even if I exercise since I was a child, my strength does have a limit, and the strength of the fat man is greater than mine, so I should run to a place where no one is first.

Naturally, I wanted to get rid of this person who suddenly appeared and didn't like me, but subconsciously I was afraid that more people would chase me. What are these people doing, inexplicably chasing and killing me?

I didn't know how far I ran out, and I felt that there was no movement behind me, so I slowly looked back and found that there were many more people.

I had no choice but to run again, just hoping that there would be no ambush ahead. After a while, a dozen more people rushed out of a McDonald's, this time with machetes in their hands. How can this be good? I really can't run!

But on second thought, how could I die in my illusion? Someone must have saved me, right? Immediately a man in black fell from the sky, armed with a stick, and knocked them away in a few strokes. And then it disappeared in a blink of an eye, what's going on, it's a farce!

Wait, I seem to understand something.

From the beginning, I found myself on the playground, from planning to study the environment tentatively, to although I was worried about the homeroom teacher's embarrassment on the surface, I actually looked down on her and didn't take her seriously. After meeting her, the head teacher is a submissive dog minion.

And then there is the character setting of Wu Yizhu, I have always hoped that she will like me too, and sure enough, in this, her appearance is directly my girlfriend. Even the fruit wood roast chicken with the taste of hometown is a taste that I miss in the depths of my mind.

When I was in the lottery, I felt that this was a self-centered illusion, and I could win the lottery no matter what number, so that ridiculous comb was really the first prize. As I walked, I thought to myself that there were so many people on the road, don't suddenly someone attack me, it didn't take long for this to happen, and it didn't take long for this to happen, and everything that followed showed that this illusion could not only create what my heart longed for, but even what I subconsciously could create.

Sometimes, subconscious things are more terrifying, for example, if a person is afraid of ghosts, the more subconsciously they want to be afraid. I want to control my subconscious not to think about ghosts, but this will only cause me to think more.

Is this a test of my heart, well, it must be!

My guess about the content of the test is to stick to your principles and hearts, and not let your subconscious fear and loneliness fill this illusion. When a person is fully awake, he knows that everything around him is his own fantasy, and he turns back to produce a sense of loneliness, which will make people afraid, and then fear that once this emotion is derived, it will be out of control.

What I want to do now is to make myself happy and make this self-defeating, as for the chances, according to what Uncle Shi said, maybe it is to improve the mind?

I can't have fearful thoughts right now, especially not on the surface and in my heart, because everything around me is born out of the heart. When the whole world is full of joy, it is time for the world to collapse.

Let's put on a self-respecting mentality first, only then can I be fearless, and then I can be myself for the rest.

Thinking leisurely about some of the things that make me happy, thinking about my parents. Of course, I inevitably thought of Xiao Qi, and I forcibly let myself think in my heart that it wouldn't be long before I would kill Xiao Qi with my own hands, and it was not worth fearing at all.

Try to distort your thoughts, fantasizing that you just ran away, so you should make a right turn and get home. Yes, I did get home.

Actually, I still wanted to go to Master's utility room to have a look, but in the illusion I knew that what I turned out was just my own imagination. Maybe it's something I've fantasized about, but it doesn't exist, and it's completely meaningless.

Wait, who said there was no point!

I rushed to the utility room with a brisk walk and opened the box that Master usually didn't let me touch.

Two pistols were found inside, resembling ebony wood and white ivory. I happily put it away, and self-defense is also good! Then he found some strange stones, all kinds of swords and talismans, grabbed a handful, and stuffed them into his pocket for no matter what they did.

It would be nice to have a bazooka, but when I think about it, I can shoot my legs with a pistol, and the bazooka kills people directly, and in reality that person dies, which is not good. But I soon discovered the paradox of this matter.

First of all, there are so many people on the road and the people around me, since they are all fantasies of me, why do the people around me die? The reality of the people who are fantasized about everyone may not exist at all, how can they die? But the system-like voice at the beginning didn't seem to be a joke.

If you can't figure it out, no one will answer it, so in this case, it's better to believe it. It's good not to kill people, after all, to create a happy world.