Lao Itch conjured up two more cigarettes and asked Wu Xiaoxie. Wu Xiaoxie took them without lighting them, just clamped them on his fingertips. He continued, "Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. I found that this ability can be used from
When consciousness transforms into an entity and gradually controls it, something goes wrong. Human thinking cannot be restricted all the time, just like a gate. When the flood spreads to you, you can't close it even if you want. If you can't
Get rid of distracting thoughts, and a lot of bad things will mix together and become out of control."
"So one day I came in and saw my mother sitting in front of the sewing machine facing the door. I had thrown away the sewing machine that was originally there, but it appeared again. I was almost scared to death, and I was on tiptoe.
I walked over. My mother seemed to know that I was back. She turned her head, and I saw that the half of her face facing me was exactly the same as when she died."
"I thought I was going crazy. Really, I was going to be driven crazy by myself. From then on, every day when I opened my eyes and walked out of the bedroom, my mother would sit in front of the sewing machine with that horrible face and turned to smile at me.
"Lao Itch put out the cigarette hard on the ground, "I realized the terror of this power, but I'm not willing to do it. I want my mother back, so I have to find someone who knows my mother and is familiar with her.
, and someone with a very clean subconscious mind comes, Lao Wu, that person is you."
Lao Itch stared at Wu Xiaoxie closely, his eyes urgent, "Only you can help me, Wu Xie."
Wu Xiaoxie was startled, "Old...Old itchy, this is against the laws of nature, people cannot be resurrected after death."
"I know." Lao Itch said in a pleading tone, "I'm not greedy. As long as three years, as long as my mother can get along with me safely for three years, I will be satisfied. When we were children, we would hide there every time we got into trouble.
Behind my mother's back, she is so good to you, so you can't bear to have her die alone."
Wu Xiaoxie looked at him, she really couldn't bear it, but there was nothing she could do. She could only sigh and persuade her: "Old Itch, I can't do this. Your mother is... gone, so you can let her feel at ease.
You have to go, don’t force yourself to stay.”
Lao Itch smiled, with an inexplicable expression on his face. He said, "It's too late, Wu Xie. You don't understand. This matter has nothing to do with whether you help me or not. I think my goal has been achieved." "When?" Wu Xiaoxie didn't know why. He tried to conjure up a cigarette like Lao Itch just now. He tried several times, but his palm was still empty.
"You see, that's it." Lao Itch was slightly proud, "This is also the reason why I never told you before. This kind of power is useless when you do it deliberately, otherwise I would have changed when I was hungry.
There is a table full of Manchu and Han people. It can only be guided and will appear under certain circumstances. This is very difficult, but you have done it unconsciously before."
Wu Xiaoxie thought of the fusion of the blood corpse of the Forbidden Sea Monkey that was shot to death by Lao Itch and the unknown monster. It suddenly appeared when he was in extreme panic. He seemed to understand something. Look
He scratched his head and said: "You mean that this kind of power is passive and requires psychological induction."
"Yes." Lao Itch nodded, "When I was talking to you just now, you must have thought of my mother more than once in your subconscious mind."
Wu Xiaoxie thought in her heart, "Oh shit, this is really outrageous."