The most important thing about the illusion array is reality. The more real it is, the easier it is for people to fall into it and lose themselves.
For example, the illusion created by the Fusheng Mirror was based on Penglai Fairy Island as a reference. Everything in it actually existed in reality, so the entire environment seemed very real and difficult to distinguish. Even Shen Wenqu, a monk in the Mahayana stage, was trapped. If Yang Rongrong had not appeared in time to wake him up, he would probably have been immersed in the illusion.
At this time, the illusion array created by Yang Rongrong was based on modern society. The things that appeared in the illusion array looked weird to the monks, but because they all existed in modern society, they looked very real.
This sense of reality made Yingji quickly fall into a fantasy world.
She has integrated into her new identity and feels that she is just an ordinary high school senior. The most important thing at the moment is to study hard and take exams well, and strive to get into a good university.
I have to get up at dawn every day, there are endless exercises every day, and I have to be busy until late at night before I can rest.
Fatigue and anxiety followed her, making her stressed out.
Three months have passed within the magic circle, but outside the magic circle it has only been a cup of tea.
Linyuan looked at Yingji who was almost overwhelmed by the exercise book, and said thoughtfully: "This illusion looks so real. How can you create such a real and novel world?"
Yang Rongrong said casually, "Maybe it's because I'm gifted."
Linyuan turned to look at her and asked meaningfully: "Is it just because of talent?"
Yang Rongrong knew what he was suspecting.
Such a real world cannot be created by just relying on talent.
Faced with his temptation, Yang Rongrong acted calmly.
"Otherwise, what else could be the reason? Do you think that the world in the illusion is real? If you really think so, it can only mean that the illusion array I refined is too successful. Even you, a bystander, They’re all stuck.”
After saying that, she smiled, as if she was proud of her achievements.
Linyuan didn't ask any more questions and seemed to have temporarily given up his doubts.
As for what he was thinking, no one knew.
In the phantom formation, Yingji studied hard. She could barely keep up with other subjects through hard work, but she couldn't keep up with mathematics.
Those various calculation formulas, even if you can memorize them by rote, you can't apply them to the correct questions.
Every time Yingji goes to math class, she feels exhausted, as if she is about to lose her breath at any moment.
When Yang Rongrong saw this scene, she couldn't help but think of her fear of being dominated by mathematics.
She is a typical liberal arts student. She is good at Chinese and English, but she is terrible at mathematics. Those complicated mathematical formulas are like her nemesis. She will get dizzy just by looking at them, and she wishes she could kowtow to them on the spot in order to let them go. .
You can’t learn! It’s impossible to learn! It wasn't until she graduated from high school and entered college that she was finally able to escape the clutches of mathematics.
At this time, Yingji comforted herself in this way, as long as she was admitted to college, she would be free after another half a year.
She used this method of self-hypnosis to force herself to survive the college entrance examination.
It stands to reason that there will be a summer vacation after the exam, which can allow her to relax.
But this is an illusion controlled by Yang Rongrong, how could she be given a chance to rest? Almost the moment Yingji walked out of the college entrance examination room, she entered the university directly.
Other people's college life is easy, but not Yingji's because the major she chose is very difficult. If she doesn't study hard, she won't even be able to pass the exam.
If you fail a class, you will have to make up the exam. If you fail too much, you will have to retake it. In the end, you may not even get a diploma.
She had no choice but to continue working hard. She traveled back and forth between the classroom, the dormitory, and the library every day.
She told herself that as long as she survived four years and successfully obtained her diploma, she would be free.
But when she finally got her diploma, before she could take a breath, the next moment she changed into a white shirt and suit pants and sat in a small cubicle.
As a new intern, she has become the lowest level of the company's food chain, and anyone in the company can boss her around.
She wakes up earlier than a chicken and goes to bed later than a dog every day. She is even more tired than when she took the exam in her senior year of high school.
Such hard work can only be exchanged for a meager salary that can barely sustain food and clothing.
After finally getting through the internship period and becoming a full-time employee, her salary increased slightly, but she was still busy every day. The intrigues and intrigues among her colleagues made her even more troubled. She couldn't escape even if she wanted to, and she didn't have the capital to be tough, so she ended up becoming the most irritated among them.
The analysis report that she worked so hard all night to produce was finally written with the name of her colleague simply because that colleague had a family background. She had done all the hard work, and in the end, it was the colleague with a background who was praised by the leader for promotion and salary increase. Not only could she not complain, but she had to accompany the leader honestly to socialize, and was treated as a guest at the dinner table by those old men. Talk.
When she gets up every morning, Yingji will ask herself over and over again, is it necessary to attend this bad class? !
The conclusion is that it is inevitable.
Because she still has to eat and live.
Yang Rongrong specially made a number on top of Yingji's head that only she could see. The number represented her mental state at this time. The larger the number, the more excited she was. On the contrary, the smaller the number, the more depressed she was.
Since going to work, the number on Yingji's head has continued to fall, and recently it has even fallen below zero and turned into a negative number.
Linyuan couldn't see the number on Yingji's head, but just by looking at Yingji's appearance, he could tell that her current mental state was extremely bad.
Even though she was exhausted in her senior year of high school, Yingji was just tired at that time, but not half-dead like she is now, exuding a sense of death from the inside out.
She didn't look like she was going to work, but more like she was going to visit a grave.
Linyuan was surprised.
There was obviously peace in the illusion, and nothing that could threaten Yingji's life and safety existed, but her energy and energy were constantly being consumed.
If this trend continues, it will only be a matter of time before her energy and energy are exhausted.
This kind of invisible method of killing people is truly remarkable.
The fact was just as Linyuan expected, Yingji completely exhausted her energy and spirit in her depressing life day after day.
She lost her sense of self, and her soul completely merged into the illusion.
She became a part of the fantasy and became a "person" like her colleagues and leaders.