I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Lu Ban noticed a slight difference and lay down on the bed.

The pillow is soft and comfortable, as if it were tailor-made for Lu Ban. As soon as he lay down, he could fall asleep in just a few minutes, relieving all the fatigue of the day.

As Lu Ban lay there, he began to feel uneasy.

Some erotic images flashed through his mind. He and the people around him seemed to be doing something indescribable. The protagonists included people Lu Ban had met before, as well as people who were still alive around him. The content was enough to make one indulge in it, unable to extricate oneself, and only care about enjoying the ecstasy.

These imaginings, though intended to convince Lu Ban that they were his own dreams or fantasies, unfortunately underestimated him.

To make a mentally ill person have this kind of dream is like making an ordinary person dream of playing the piano naked in the world's highest city.

Let's look at the scenery in the distance, family.

Lu Ban immediately recognized it as fake. He opened his eyes, sat up, looked around, and finally his gaze fell on the pillow.

The soft, fluffy, huge pillow was rising and falling slowly with a motion imperceptible to the naked eye, as if it were breathing.

Chapter 762 Pillow Demon

In folk legends, pillow demons are considered a relatively young type.

In ancient times, only wealthy families could afford pillows; the poor would just lie on straw mats to get by, let alone have the luxury of buying pillows.

Even the pillows used by wealthy people are often made of wood, which can cause headaches after sleeping on them for a long time.

The pillow demon is a monster derived from the pillows used by young ladies in wealthy families' boudoirs.

In ancient times, feudal ethics were very strict, and many young ladies from noble families were truly ignorant of the ways of the world. Therefore, pillow demons were used as tools to satisfy the romantic desires of young girls. In some short stories that cannot be described in detail, the pillow in the boudoir often played an important role, and over time, such rumors arose.

But in Lu Ban's view, the pillow demon is actually just a corrupted pillow.

His hand rested on the pillow, and the pillow, which was rising and falling slightly, suddenly became like a cat caught doing something wrong, trembling and not daring to move.

Then, the pages of the book were opened.

A soft pillow ensures a comfortable sleep simply by lying on it.

[Possessing the power to control dreams, it will definitely give you a very pleasant dream.]

Use it with caution, otherwise it may lead to exhaustion and even death.

"It seems so."

Unlike television sets that feed on fear, this pillow feeds on the desires born from the delusions of the person lying on it.

Or rather, human emotions can serve as sustenance for these bizarre creatures.

Whether it is pain, fear, sadness, or joy and pleasure.

"Emotions are generated by external stimuli, and in a sense, they are also polluted by external erosion."

Lu Ban pondered.

After all, only living beings have emotions, and the outpouring of these emotions can lead to a loss of reason. Emotion and reason are inherently opposed.

This also explains why humans exhibit strong emotions when their rationality is diminished, because these emotions are naturally generated after rationality has been corrupted.

Of course, this doesn't mean that emotions are inherently bad. Just as Lu Ban thought, this world is deeply intertwined with pollution. Humanity's existence is due to pollution, and some pollution is not a major problem.

However, the presence of these items together in this villa poses a significant problem for ordinary people.

Even if some pollution doesn't affect your life, it's still overwhelming when so many things come at once.

As a result, the residents here either get killed by dump trucks, choose to escape reality by taking drugs, or, upon discovering that they have been cheated on, become enraged and commit extremely heinous crimes.

That businessman may have harbored some despicable thoughts, which swelled under the influence of this pollution, eventually turning him into a deranged murderer.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

There are three different, rudimentary forms of strange creatures in this room. They don't usually meet, but if you put them together...

Thinking of it, Lu Ban immediately picked up the pillow. On the way, the pillow seemed to tremble slightly, but Lu Ban dared not move it rashly, for fear that it would turn into a pile of goose feathers and rags.

Upon arriving at the bathroom, Lu Ban first placed the pillow aside, then went to the lobby on the first floor and carried the television, which was playing strange news, into the bathroom.

Then, Lu Ban soaked the pillow in the bathtub water, and then placed the TV on the pillow, also submerging it in the water.

In this way, the television screen can be viewed by the bathtub and pillow, the pillow's dreams can affect the bathtub and television, and the illusions created by the water in the bathtub can erode the pillow and television. Lu Ban was curious about what would happen.

He waited curiously to the side.

The first thing to show abnormalities was the television.

On the television, the reporter suddenly had a strange expression. Then, he went out into the street and began to devour other people like a madman, shouting as he did so.

"Smart baby, hehe, my smart baby, listen to me and thank you, my smart baby."

While shouting, he also sang a melody.

Then, the pillow also started to malfunction. Its expansion frequency increased. If it was previously barely perceptible and could only be seen with careful observation, it was now beating like a heart, making the television set unstable.

At the same time, the pillow's color began to turn deep red, like an athlete with a surge of adrenaline, exuding a vibrant color.

Finally, as the water in the bathtub began to boil and churn, the entire bathtub began to shake violently.

bang——

The next moment, the bathtub exploded.

The bathtub, along with the television and the pillow, was reduced to fragments that flew everywhere, with several pieces embedding themselves in the bathroom mirror, creating several large holes.

Lu Ban was also covered in several pieces of debris, but he quickly shook them off and they fell to the ground.

"It seems that when these three factors are put together, they influence each other, ultimately leading to the continuous expansion and rapid accumulation of pollution, causing them to self-destruct?"

The supernatural beings that are capable of mastering the rules cannot be physically destroyed, just as humans cannot destroy the rules themselves; these rules are their very imprint on the world.

However, those that are not yet fully formed do not have such strong vitality.

If you are killed in a bizarre way, you will die.

Lu Ban felt as if he had found a way to deal with the strange things in this world.

In reality, there must be a balance and coexistence between different strange entities. If neither side can kill the other, they may get stuck in a bug and be trapped in an endless cycle. Since killing a strange entity cannot provide enough contamination to strengthen itself, once this bug is triggered, it will be locked out.

He was still thinking about wandering around the room a bit more when he heard a commotion outside.

Peeking out, I saw a group of people gathered in front of my house, making a lot of noise.

Lu Ban then went downstairs and opened the door.

A middle-aged man stood outside the door, his clothes clearly freshly changed. As soon as he saw Lu Ban, he immediately asked him questions.

"Director Lu, what are you doing? We just heard a really loud explosion. What happened to you?"

The other party was clearly a resident here. Hearing the explosion, he thought it was some kind of natural gas explosion and ran out to check the situation.

The others were pretty much the same; having nothing else to do late at night, they all came to join in the fun.

"There's no problem. As I said before, it was just a simple test. If it has disturbed anyone, I apologize. It should be much quieter from now on."

"Are you really alright?"

"That's what the middle-aged man asked."

"It's alright, look at me, I'm standing here perfectly fine."

Lu Ban raised his hands.

His clothes were tattered and full of holes.

Chapter 763 It can still be used after wiping it.

The eyewitness was identified.

Having resolved the issue of the witnesses, Lu Ban returned to his villa.

Looking at the mess, Lu Ban suddenly realized something.

That's where the contamination from these strange things went.

As we all know, pollution is not energy and does not follow any conservation laws. Pollution will only increase, and with the exchange of knowledge, pollution will form new pollution, eventually becoming an intractable problem.

Similarly, pollution will not disappear; it will only change from one form to another, becoming increasingly severe and driving people crazy.

Therefore, even though these three contaminated things destroyed each other, the contamination they carried will not disappear.

Lu Ban searched the house and quickly found the source of the pollution.

That was the broken mirror in the bathroom.

Lu Ban stood in front of the mirror, the cracks spreading from the holes dividing the entire mirror into different parts.

He observed carefully and could see different versions of himself reflected in the mirror.

Some Lu Bans were crying sadly, like orphans who had just lost their families; some Lu Bans were furious, smashing everything in the house; and some Lu Bans were elated, their hands and feet shaking wildly, like patients who had just been discharged from a mental hospital.

Lu Ban looked closely, staring at one of the Lu Bans.

"I just want to drink Smartbao. With Smartbao, I can become a good adult."

Lu Ban spoke in the babbling tone of a toddler, like a silly roe deer.

What exactly is "Smart Treasure"?

Lu Ban checked on his phone but couldn't find out what it was. However, when he was a child, there was indeed a period when such nutritional supplements appeared on the market, along with many brainwashing advertisements. He had never drunk it, but at that time, many parents bought it to supplement their children's brains.

According to Lu Ban's thinking, if taking drugs could improve brain function, then human development would be too easy.

Looking at the silly-looking Lu Ban in the mirror, Lu Ban suddenly felt a thought pop into his head.

I want to drink Smartbao.

Once the thought appeared, it was hard to suppress. Lu Ban even imagined himself drinking that crimson potion, his face full of intoxication.

However, for Lu Ban, who was able to chat and laugh with the incarnation of the Old Ones, such thoughts were just fleeting and were quickly suppressed.

If it were an ordinary person, they might be seduced by this idea and fall into madness.

This also shows that the mirror's influence has become increasingly powerful. Originally, it could only give Lu Ban a little illusion, but now it can affect Lu Ban's consciousness immediately.

The level of contamination on this mirror is probably the sum of the three, or even more.

Lu Ban placed his hand on the broken mirror, and countless words appeared.