In Jiang Lu's vision, there appeared two objects resembling mountain peaks.
He recognized instantly that this was the viewpoint of someone whose head was covered by the shirt of a woman with an impressive figure.
There was no sagging, the entire southern hemisphere was very perky, almost more perfect than a sculpture.
"Is this place haunted?"
Jiang Lu shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off this illusion from his mind.
But he couldn't do it. The blurry illusion became more and more realistic, overlapping with the scene before his eyes, as if two negatives from a camera had overlaid themselves.
Just as he was confused about what was happening, in the next moment, his head began to hurt intensely, as if a drill was madly twisting into his brain.
Closing his eyes and touching his hot right eyelid, Jiang Lu realized this was not about haunting.
This feeling was all too familiar to him, and he finally understood why he was suddenly seeing these strange things.
