Master a little skill every day

"Can't watch it!"

Bai Miao snatched the painting from Hu Muyao's hand, and Hu Muyao's eyes slowly regained their luster.

"It works...Bai Miao, my mental power has increased by two points!"

Hu Muyao said in surprise and looked at Bai Miao: "Can you take another look at me?"

This time Bai Miao did not agree easily: "Have you seen anything strange since you saw this painting just now?"

Hu Muyao thought about it carefully and shook his head: "No...it's just painting. Your painting skills are quite realistic. It makes me feel like I'm alive."

Bai Miao sighed: "Maybe it's not my painter's problem, but that you really saw your own spiritual body. If nothing else, your spiritual body is preparing to take over your body and turn you into a monster."

As he spoke, Bai Miao raised two fingers and exchanged positions: "There is a monster hidden in the human spirit. This monster will appear at the right time and seize control.

"If your body is really taken away, I'm afraid I won't be able to bring you back."

The enthusiasm in Hu Muyao's eyes gradually faded away, followed by a burst of fear.

"Then...then under what circumstances will I be able to prevent my body from being taken away..."

"I don't know about this, but we can currently know that checking your own mental body can indeed increase your mental power, but with it comes the risk of losing yourself."

Maybe you can conduct psychoanalysis on yourself so that your body will not be taken away from you.

Hu Muyao's situation once again reminded Bai Miao that whether in the real world or in a copy, the spirit does exist.

If you don't treat it with caution, it's really easy to overturn.

After all, there is no psychiatrist like Lecter here to support him.

Bai Miao thinks that psychoanalysis can be used less often in the future, at least not just when you see someone.

Hu Muyao's spirit is so special, but who knows if there are many people like her?

"When you go back tonight, if you feel uncomfortable in any way, you must tell me as soon as possible."

Seeing how serious Bai Miao was, Hu Muyao also became concerned about his own situation.

She believed that since Bai Miao said this, there must be a crisis that she was not aware of.

"Well... I will."

"Then, go to bed early tonight."

After sending Hu Muyao back, Bai Miao returned to the house, looked at the painting he threw into the trash can, thought about it, and picked it up.

Taking the paper into the kitchen, Bai Miao lit the stove and burned it to ashes.

"Well...that should be fine."

After flushing the ashes into the sewer, Bai Miao washed his hands and lay down on the bed to sleep.

……

"Are you still sleeping? Go feed the chickens at home!"

A slap woke Bai Miao up from the bed. Bai Miao covered his face and jumped up from the bed. Standing at the head of the bed was a middle-aged rural woman wearing linen clothes.

She wore a colorful scarf on her head and a very conspicuous black mole in the corner of her eye. She stared at Bai Miao righteously.

"You're such an adult and you still can't live up to your expectations! I'm telling you, when the matchmaker comes later, don't talk nonsense. Just shut up. You can answer whatever is asked. Don't say a word more! Now get up and give me Go feed the chickens!”

With that said, she raised her hand and planned to call again.

Bai Miao had the impression that these big hands for plowing the fields were very powerful, and it was really painful when they hit him.

"Mom! Mom! Stop fighting, stop fighting! I'm going to feed you!"

Bai Miao bared his teeth and rushed out of the small earthen house. He found a pot of chicken feed based on his memory and made a gurgling sound in his mouth to attract the chickens at home.

Looking at the chickens pecking on the ground, Bai Miao scratched his head and spilled the feed, muttering: "Chickens are worth a few dollars, why not raise a few pigs, a few sheep, it would be nice if there were cows at home."

Soon his thoughts gradually drifted away with his fantasy, imagining that he was walking on the ridge of the field holding a cow, and the villagers along the way would look envious of him.

"Snapped!"

Another slap brought Bai Miao back to reality.

"Feeding a chicken can make you go into a daze?!"

As she spoke, the peasant woman said in disbelief: "It doesn't matter if you eat well every day and are too lazy to cook. If I ask you to feed chickens, you will start to fantasize about what you have and don't have?"

She grabbed Bai Miao's arm with some hatred, and after ensuring that Bai Miao would not escape, she hit Bai Miao again and again.

"I let you fantasize! I let you think!"

With each slap, Bai Miao found that his thinking gradually became clearer.

Didn’t he go to sleep after giving Hu Muyao psychoanalysis?

Why are you suddenly being beaten by a peasant woman?

"You let go!"

Bai Miao suddenly burst out with strength, broke away, pointed at the peasant woman in front of him, and sneered: "The ghost is really lingering, the nightmare syndrome is here again, isn't it?"

Bai Miao reacted quickly. He realized that he was dreaming, and if he couldn't wake up immediately, he must have been hit again.

but why?

He had clearly killed the source of his nightmare disorder, so how could he still have nightmares?

Bai Miao felt that his situation was indeed a nightmare.

The first thing I did when I got up was to feed the chickens. There was not even a pig in the house, so I was a poor household, and this peasant woman who seemed to be my mother was also beaten with sticks whenever she disagreed.

It's messed up.

"Nightmare? Are you sleeping stupidly?"

The peasant woman seemed to have enough solutions for this situation. She turned around and picked up a three-finger-thick wooden stick: "Do you continue to talk nonsense? If you say another word, I will give you a stick."

"Okay, then tell me about the location of this place, the population distribution of this country, the specific GDP figures of each province and city, as well as the unemployment rate, housing prices and other issues."

"one two three four……"

The peasant woman kept counting in her mouth silently. After Bai Miao stopped speaking, she smiled bitterly: "You just said ten sentences in one breath."

After saying that, he greeted Bai Miao with a stick.

Bai Miao subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but found that the body had become raw. He was quickly caught and received a severe beating on his butt.

"hiss!"

This beating made Bai Miao wake up again.

There seems to be something to this nightmare this time!

Start limiting your abilities!

"I'll emphasize it to you again. A matchmaker will come over later to talk to you. It's also to see what's going on with you. You're quite handsome, but you're just not very smart. But you just need to pass the matchmaker's test. If you do, you can get a wife."

As she said that, the peasant woman tugged Bai Miao's ear: "I found a few matchmakers for you a few days ago, but they were all sent away by your stupidity, saying that you didn't want to join the organization. This matchmaker is from another village. Yes, I’ll introduce you to a girl from out of town, send a good matchmaker, get a wife, and ask her to give me a fat grandson, and I won’t beat you!”

You just want to practice trumpet...

Bai Miao cursed. After being beaten, he really didn't dare to speak nonsense.

This person really has no patience at all.

If they don't agree with each other, they'll get beaten up.

Bai Miao also gradually calmed down, thinking about how to break the situation.

Previously on the Endless Energy, he could use his captain authority to order Emma and the others to do a lot of things, which led to the collapse of Nightmare's computing power.

But now, this guy doesn't accept his own move.

No matter what I asked, I got a beating.

Bai Miao didn't know what these memories were based on.

If it is an independent world generated by the nightmare itself, then it may be difficult to destroy the nightmare.

Could it be...that it has something to do with Hu Muyao?

Hu Muyao's weird mental body couldn't be the basis of nightmares, right?

Chapter 2 I’m really not crazy

Bai Miao finished feeding the chickens and, under the coercion of his mother, squatted in the yard waiting for the matchmaker to arrive.

This made Bai Miao even want to run out and take a look at the structure of the village.

Bai Miao felt that the place where he lived was closer to modern times.

There is a square black and white TV at home, with a "pot lid" attached to the outside to receive signals.

Although I can't see clearly on the mountains in the distance, they should be facilities such as transmission towers.

Unable to leave the yard, Bai Miao could only stare blankly at the dirt road outside the yard. From time to time, rural men leading cattle passed by the gate of the yard, but after seeing Bai Miao, they quickened their steps in disgust.

At this time, Bai Miao suddenly saw a familiar figure walking out of the village.

Hu Muyao was carrying a bamboo basket, wearing a gray short shirt, straw sandals on his feet, and two braids, and was walking with his head lowered.

Bai Miao was shocked, wondering if Hu Muyao was also pulled into the nightmare?

Could it be that his nightmare syndrome has been transmitted to him?

Then Zhao Wanyang and his group who came into contact with him today, wouldn't they also be pulled in?

Is this nightmare the type where everyone is in one place for easy management?

This nightmare has actually evolved to such a high level.

Rather than designing nightmares for everyone individually, it would probably be more efficient to gather everyone in one place and use a virtual world to bind everyone.

For a moment, Bai Miao also thought of the possible murderer.

The one who hopes to use nightmares as energy to give birth to his descendants.

If you don't practice martial ethics, you will end up personally.

Bai Miao cursed secretly and shouted towards Hu Muyao.

Hu Muyao looked up at Bai Miao, with a hint of fear in his eyes, and ran past Bai Miao's door at a trot, unable to stop himself from shouting.

"What are you shouting in broad daylight?!"

Mother rushed out from the house, carrying a rolling pin, and hit Bai Miao on the back with a stick, causing Bai Miao to gasp.

"Shout, shout, have you forgotten how many times you have scared Hu Mu Yao?"

Bai Miao said a little aggrievedly: "She? What did I do to her?"

Asking this, Bai Miao also wanted to know what his settings in the nightmare were.

Why do people hate dogs?

"You have the nerve to ask? A few days ago, you were harassing people every day, and their grandmother drove you to the field with a manure scoop."

When she said this, she became even more angry.

"Originally, her grandma has read a little bit of books, and she wanted to ask her to write some congratulatory messages for you when she was planning to get married. Now, she has to spend extra money to hire someone to write it. It's really a waste of money."

It's quite well-written.

Bai Miao crossed his arms in front of him: "I can write it myself, why do I need to find someone else?"

However, Bai Miao responded with a few more sticks.

Bai Miao couldn't stand the beating anymore and took the stick away: "I'll write it to you now!"

Bai Miao was about to write his name on the muddy ground, but suddenly he couldn't remember how to write the white character.

Even my intelligence is limited?

After a moment of confusion, the rolling pin was snatched back again.

"Did you still say that you can write? Even if you can write, what does it mean when you point the guy eating on the ground?"

Bai Miao received two more blows.

"You're still beating me with this thing! Then I won't be dirty, right?"