My mind seemed to be poured into mud, and my eyes were dark, and no one could accept it. I was all fake along the way?!

The people you meet, the wounds you have suffered, the blood and tears you have shed are all fake?

"Shen Mo, think about it carefully. Why are you the only one living teammates?" The Banshee sighed, "Think about it carefully. How could it be so coincidental that you would receive a call from Wang Jingxian during the mission? She has never cared about her daughter, so why would she ask you to pick up people? Think about it carefully, why can you escape from death every time?"

Shen Mo stood stiffly, looking stunned and said nothing.

"Is it because you are extra smart? Or is it because you are gifted and unparalleled?...None of them." The banshee said in a very light and slow tone, "Every time I can make a mistake and complete those tricky reasonings, that's because everything is your imagination..."

Because it is an imagination, no matter how big the crisis you encounter, you can endure it, meet it, and live!

Shen Mo's face turned pale and his eyes gradually became empty...

Is it true or false?

I don’t know if my legs and feet were bitten by a snake, and I seemed to be unconscious... How to distinguish between true and false...

The dark and slender snake climbed up, one after another... wrapped around his legs, climbed up his waist, slid across his chest, folded his shoulders, bit his neck...

The smooth and soft snake body, the sharp and stinging fangs...

Are these touches real?

The banshee sighed not far away, "Wake up quickly... Don't you understand yet? This world is your imagination, and the people around you are all created according to your preferences. The gangsters on the street actually have a righteous heart. The elderly will stand up to fight against injustice, and the paranoid and rebellious girl will be tamed by you... All of these are your imagination!"

Shen Mo stood there in a daze, and after a long time, his lips slightly moved: "You mean... they all do not exist?"

The Banshee fell silent, and after a while, she spoke again: "I know, you can't accept it, but this is the fact that you are indeed trapped in your own spiritual world."

He lowered his head.

Where did the snakes on their bodies go? Why did they seem to melt and turn into muddy traces?

...What happened to the players around you? Why aren't you seen?

Space seems to be twisting.

The banshee in front of him is becoming more and more blurred...

He stood in the quagmire...

The whole world seemed to be spinning.

The banshee's voice echoed around, like a tide, constantly rising and falling in his ears-

"You have been a cold person since you were a child... Your parents are married to each other and have no feelings for each other.

Your father is a romantic love species. He likes to travel and write poetry. He never wants to stay at home and be silenced with your mother. For him, your birth is just an extra family, not a crystallization of love, so the relationship between you father and son has been very distant over the years.

Your mother is a person who is most interested in interests. She gave birth to you and cultivated you, but never valued you. She attached more importance to the rise and fall of her mother's family. For her, you are the product of her having to combine with a man she doesn't love in order to compromise with reality...

You seem to have a unique family environment, but in fact, no one expects you to be born in this world... No one cares about you, and you don't care about anyone.

Later, your mother passed away and you were handed over to your grandfather for discipline. Although your academic performance was excellent, my grandfather thought you lacked enthusiasm for people and things, so he fully advocated that you would go to a military and official school because... this is a profession that you can do as long as you obey orders, and you don't need any feelings..."
Chapter completed!