Without thinking much about the information of the catastrophe, Ji Shang continued to walk forward step by step, and there was nothing abnormal about the navigation and compass on his mobile phone, but he just couldn't walk out of this rice field with a radius of only a hundred meters.

Going around and around, several times they returned to the peasants who were still hallucinating.

It's not the way to go.

He had heard the old man say that if he encountered a ghost hitting the wall, he could pee, smoke, or scold, close his eyes and walk away, but he tried every method, but it was useless.

He suddenly realized that these methods were the same as a gentleman's lock.

If people recognize it, it will be useful, if you don't recognize it?

There is no use for fart.

If you really want to escape the trap of the post, you have to fight on your own.

Ji Shang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down and comb the chips he still had in his hand.

Sending a funeral umbrella is useless.

Fox fur, used up.

Eyeball....... Eyeball?

“....... Lower your mind and see the world from the perspective of ghosts and gods......."

Yes, this is probably the most likely tool to break the game in this situation.

He didn't know what the principle of the ghost hit the wall, and he didn't have the luxury of explaining or seeking answers in a scientific way, but there was one thing he could be sure of with little to no thought.

That is, the poster will never get lost in the rice fields, and neither will the fox spirit.

In other words, the effect of ghosts hitting the wall only works on "earthly people", and this difference must be due to the difference in perspective between earthly people and ghosts.

Thinking of this, he quickly took out the eyeballs from his tennis bag.

The blood that had been attached to his eyeballs had been wiped clean with toilet paper, and now it didn't look so horrible.

There are a total of 7 eyeballs.

How can a ghost who lives in four intersections have so many eyeballs on his body?

Doubts flashed in his heart, and he kept taking deep breaths and doing psychological construction for himself.

Isn't it just an eyeball? Think of it as roast pig's eyes!

A string of eighteen, the protein is 800 times that of beef, a mouthful of pulp, quacky and fragrant, don't eat it for nothing!

At this time, of course, he didn't bother to think about the question of "how many should I eat", because the only answer after thinking about it would only be not to eat one.

After exhaling a breath at the end, Ji Shang reached out and picked up an eyeball, opened his mouth, and as soon as he closed his eyes, it was like swallowing a strong pill, and the eyeball instantly rolled down his throat.

---- the expected foreign body sensation did not appear.

The moment the eyeball entered the entrance, it turned into an invisible cold current and dissipated, and then merged into his limbs.

The first thing that becomes different is not sight, but smell.

The original smell of rice and water has disappeared, replaced by a faint smell that cannot be described in words.

---- there is also the tempting smell of incense emanating from the peasants not far away.

Immediately afterward, his vision began to distort, and everything that came into his eyes was outlined by black lines, even the sun hanging in the sky.

Ji Shang's eyes were desperately wide open, but it was clear that the effect of the ghost hitting the wall had not disappeared, and one eyeball was obviously not enough for him to see through the tricks of the post.

And then there's the second one.

The outlines of things became more and more apparent, and a thin layer of fog began to appear in the air, and those fogs obscured some of the colors, and the whole world looked dusty.

Isn't this the color of the underworld that is often filmed in those film and television dramas?

Ji Shang tried to walk a little way, but he returned to the original point again.

The movements of the peasants had begun to slow down, and they were about to break free from the illusion created by the fox's fur.

The rice paddies have also become more and more muddy.

Without time to think about it, Ji Shang swallowed the third and fourth eyeballs in a row, his brain boomed, and everything in front of him changed again.

The colors are all gone.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, even a snow-white one, but the outline of the world was incomparably clearer.

It's a bleak, gloomy, and lifeless painting.

He looked at his feet, and where he originally saw the ridge of the field, there were only a few chaotic lines.

And the real ridge is actually always on its right side.

But this perspective was not stable, Ji Shang was like being thrown into a kaleidoscope, and the flickering light illuminated his mind in a chaotic way, and he couldn't move forward at all.

Fifth, sixth.

The picture is thoroughly stable.

And, more sophisticated.

At this moment, Ji Shang saw the beating heart in the peasant's body---- which was still the outline outlined by the lines.

In addition, there are the poisonous snakes that are hiding in the rice fields and creeping towards them, the snake gall of the poisonous snakes, the rice in the chaff, the earthworms under the ground, the insects and fish, the dormant toads, and the rotting bones that have long been buried here by unknown people.......

And, the guts of all these things.

That's what it is....... The perspective of ghosts?

It turns out that the world, in their eyes, is actually like a two-dimensional picture on paper that humans look at.

The mobile phone vibrated again, and Ji Shang didn't bother to look at it, but just ran along the real ridge towards the outside of the rice field.

This time, he smoothly moved away from the rice fields.

The effect of the eyeballs disappeared much faster than he expected, and the moment before the lines began to disintegrate, he looked back to see the complex, gorgeous, distorted lines.

Postal Form.

Sooner or later, I'll knit your pile of wool into a sweater.

Ji Shang thought viciously.

But he was also a little confused.

Where did that fox go?

It doesn't seem to be around here anymore?

After running a few hundred meters, he stopped out of breath, and by this time, the world in his eyes had completely returned to normal.

The effect lasted no more than five minutes before and after.

Seeing that there was a lively entrance to the scenic spot in front of him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and turned on the push of the catastrophe.

"Once again, the Dust Bone Man has saved the day, and the Postal Watch, who has been in charge of the farmland for thousands of years, has watched you escape the trap it has carefully laid out."

"Unfortunately, this is a great opportunity........ If the watch could be a little more daring, it should attack when the Skeleton swallows the eyeballs and exposes itself to the world. ”

"Hesitation has caused it to miss a good opportunity---- the newly awakened ghost god overestimates the Dust Bone Man and underestimates itself."

"This can't be counted as a failure, after all, no ghost god would have thought that a reckless Dust Bone Man would swallow the eye of a ghost god in front of them."

"It won't give up, and there are still seven ghosts and gods in the eight waxes of the city god."

"It's been a rewarding adventure for the Dust Bone Man---- not just about saving his own life."

"Dust bone man who has crossed the limit of the dust world, have you seen this world clearly?"

"Perhaps, you will have more opportunities to cross the line in the future......."

Ji Shang frowned, he looked back at the rice field, and the possessed farmer did not chase after him.

So, as he slowed down, he clicked on the refreshed tab.

"Postal Watch: The land is against its house! Water to its ravine! Insects don't do!

There are eight waxes, one first, two si, three farmers, four mails, five cats and tigers, six fangs, seven waters, and eight insects.

The post watch is the fourth deity of the eight waxes of the city god, and is in charge of the boundaries of all fields, as well as the snakes, insects, and fish in the fields.

For a long time, it has almost forgotten its duties, but every time it is in the moon, it wakes up from the fields and devours the incense of the Eight Wax Sacrifices. ”

Doesn't it look very strong?

Ji Shang thought secretly.

At this time, it was the time when the scenic spot was closed, and the gate was full of people, listening to the noisy sounds in his ears, and looking at the ordinary people in the world one after another, he finally felt that he had returned to the world.

This day was really thrilling.

The security room of the scenic spot was already in front of him, and he stepped forward and said to a uniformed security guard:

"There's an accident in the rice field over there, a tractor accident, it seems that the driver has drunk too much, you can take someone to see it quickly."

The security guard nodded expressionlessly, and then spoke:

"Give me back my home!"