Super Fantasy Big Bang

Meng Ke was holding a pair of soft, bulging fleshy balls in his hands, with a distressed face.

A woman with a pale and terrifying face stood in front of him blankly, not responding to his rude actions at all.

"Can it be hardened?"

Do it as soon as you think of it, and some images that can make this thing hard appear in Meng Ke's mind.

Letting out a breath, Meng Ke's expression became serious, and he pinched the pair of swollen fleshy balls with his hands again, and the touch from his hands told him that Bang was extremely hard!

It's like pinching on a rock.

"As expected, this female ghost was born out of my brain..." Meng Ke murmured in shock.

Before talking back.

Meng Ke is an internet writer. After typing, he habitually clicks on a website and finds a movie

"The Grudge"

Start playing.

This is a habit of his. Because he often stays up late to write books, he often gets sleepy. At this time, the usefulness of horror films is reflected.

Absolutely refreshing!

As the progress bar progressed, even though Meng Ke had watched this movie before, he couldn't help being frightened several times.

Soon, he suddenly felt that the room was very quiet, and it was night before he knew it.

A strange cold air blew past his ears, and Meng Ke quickly shrank his neck.

What am I afraid of? Are there ghosts in this world?

Comforting himself, he was still a little scared, and looked back with a stiff neck.

A familiar bed, a familiar wardrobe...

Suddenly, Meng Ke's eyes widened suddenly, and his whole body jumped up.

In the gap behind the door, under the black shadow, a pair of blood-red eyes full of hatred stared straight at him.

"Damn! There's a ghost!"

The female ghost crawled out of the gap step by step. She twisted her body strangely, and the sound of clicking echoed in the silent room.

Meng Ke grabbed the mouse in panic and threw it away without thinking.

boom…!

The mouse line was suddenly straightened and rebounded.

hiss

Meng Ke pressed his knee in pain, and looked at the mouse on the ground angrily, what the hell, you dare to bully me even with a mouse!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help becoming angry when he looked at the female ghost

"Come on! Hurt each other! mmp!"

With that said, he picked up the computer chair and threw it over.

Boom...!

Under Meng Ke's amazed eyes, the computer chair passed through the female ghost's body and hit the door panel with a loud noise.

The female ghost was still crawling, but Meng Ke suddenly realized that she had been crawling for so long.

Why are you still there?

Meng Ke couldn't help tilting his neck, and looked at the female ghost carefully. Slowly, he actually felt a connection with him in the female ghost?

Indescribable, Meng Ke suddenly realized in an instant.

This female ghost came from his imagination.

So, there is everything before.

This female ghost is not a real ghost, its existence is similar to a mirage, but Meng Ke can smell a delicate fragrance from her body and feel the softness of her skin.

"Could it be that I'm hallucinating?" Meng Ke felt extremely absurd.

Meng Ke turned his attention to the female ghost again, thinking wildly in his mind.

I saw that the appearance of the female ghost became blurred, turning into an electric fan for a while, with the whistling wind, a bench for a while, the surface was full of roughness, and a cute little loli for a while, and the loli voice was soft to the heart.

"What is this? A superpower?"

This illusion, which is infinitely close to reality, completely changes according to his will, as if there is no limit.

Meng Ke raised his hand through the illusion, as long as he imagined that the illusion had no tactile sensation, he could use his hand to penetrate it without any tactile sensation.

"Someone should try it, if others can see,

Proof that I'm not hallucinating. "

It happened to be night again, and there were not as many pedestrians on the street as during the day, so Meng Ke packed up and went out.

He remembered that there was an alley near the neighborhood.

Soon, he walked there, looked inside, and sure enough, a beggar in shabby clothes rolled into a ball with a black quilt in his arms.

At that time, he had just rented a house here, and when Meng Ke passed by the alley at night, a beggar who was sleeping soundly drunk rushed out from inside, yelling wildly, scaring him away in a hurry.

That scene left a great impression on him, which is still unforgettable to this day, so every time he passes by here, he feels a little palpitation.

Now using beggars as test subjects can be regarded as tit for tat, causal cycle!

"If that illusion is real, then..."

After sorting out his thoughts, some pictures slowly began to appear in Meng Ke's mind.

Just like the appearance of the female ghost, when he started fantasizing, a mysterious man wearing a black cloak walked out from the shadow of the alley. The face of the mysterious man was covered by the black cloak, making it difficult to see.

And on the waist of the mysterious man was a deep red long sword, and a chilling aura emanated from him, and he was slowly walking towards the sleeping beggar.

Under Meng Ke's apprehensive and expectant eyes, the mysterious man raised his foot and kicked the beggar hard.

...

"Oh, that killer stepped on me?! Didn't you see someone here?! You stepped on me and hurt me!"

Meng Ke watched in disappointment as the mysterious man's feet penetrated the beggar's body, but the next second, the beggar screamed in pain like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Meng Ke figured out the reason for it. The mysterious man was an illusion, but in Meng Ke's fantasy, his foot was very painful.

It was impossible for the beggar to be kicked by a phantom-level mysterious person, but he was inflicted with severe pain equivalent to being kicked, and the phantom affected his pain perception!

"Losing money! You kicked and hurt me! Pay for the medical expenses, or you won't be able to leave!"

The beggar had a dark face and raised his head angrily, but the next moment, he fell into a daze again.

What kind of person is this?

With demon-like blood-red pupils, silver-white hair, and weird spiral lines all over his face, the mysterious man looked down at him with extremely stern eyes.

In the distance, Meng Ke suddenly felt a small light spot light up in his mind, and an invisible thread from the beggar's body was connected into the light spot.

For some reason, Meng Ke suddenly realized that this spot of light represented the beggar, and it was the power of faith produced because the beggar believed in the illusion.

Meng Ke could feel that the light spots seemed to generate energy through the interaction between illusions and humans, and the spiritual thread was an energy transmission channel. The closer the interaction between illusions and humans, the more people believed in the authenticity of illusions, and the resulting The more energy there is, if the light spot has enough energy, the mysterious person will turn from an illusion into reality.

Immediately, Meng Ke couldn't help feeling a surge of excitement. Countless thoughts almost broke through his brain and turned into illusions. He was already so excited that he couldn't control himself.

"What... do you want?..."

Suddenly, the old beggar's timid voice came from a distance, and Meng Ke realized that he seemed to have forgotten them for too long.

The corners of Meng Ke's mouth rose, and he smiled strangely.

Immediately, the mysterious man took a step forward without any warning, which frightened the beggar. He hurriedly crawled back and squeezed into the corner of the wall, with cold sweat pouring down from his back like rain.

"Don't come here! I'm going to call you if you come here! Help!"

His ruthless eyes stared at the panicked beggar, the mysterious man's voice was low and full of magnetism, when the beggar was about to be crushed and breathless...

"...how do I get to the toilet?"

...

silence.

The beggar was stunned, his eyes were dull and his mouth was slightly open, looking at the strange face of the mysterious man, he was speechless for a while.

go!

you!

special!

what!

of!

...! ! !

You're making trouble for a long time... just asking about the toilet? ! Are you kidding me? ! The beggar roared frantically from the bottom of his heart, his body lay down like a pile of mud, and he looked at the mysterious man in disbelief.

Seeing that he hadn't replied for a long time, the mysterious man looked at the extremely dull beggar like a fool, shook his head, and walked away gently.

"...I actually met a fool."

What? !

The beggar jumped up from the ground, pointed at the back of the mysterious man angrily, and shouted loudly: "Then who! Do you think I can't hear you? Who are you calling a fool?! I'm just poor, not good-looking, and uneducated , but you can’t call me a fool!”