For example, when we read books and newspapers, we blink no more than 10 times per minute; when we use computers, we blink only 5 times per minute; when we concentrate on playing games, we blink only 3 times per minute... So long-term use of computers and long-term watching TV

Because people stare at a place for a long time and blink not enough, it will affect the secretion of tears. If the eyes cannot be nourished by tears, they will develop "dry eye disease", which may even cause eye fatigue, ghosting, and vision.

Symptoms of blur.

It is impossible for a person to keep looking at him for a long time. Once he reaches the physiological limit of his eyes, even if you don’t want to blink, his eyes will subconsciously blink, and you can’t even feel the process of blinking yourself...

However, Yan Zheng wanted to establish a soul connection with the other party, and this process could not be disturbed at all, even if it was a blink of an eye!

Yan Zheng never expected that one day blinking would become a big problem for him. His eyes were dry, itchy and swollen. However, Yan Zheng did not dare to make any blinking moves, and even tried to open his eyes to the maximum.

Soon Yan Zheng's eyes reached a physiological limit, his pupils began to astigmatize, his vision became blurred, and tears involuntarily poured out of his tear glands, and his eyes felt a burning and stinging pain.

But Yan Zheng did not dare to make any moves to relieve eye discomfort, and could only force himself to endure it with his will. He clenched his fists and almost pinched the nails on his hands.

Using pain to divert one's attention became Yan Zheng's only move to resist the blink of an eye. Gradually, the pain from his eyes disappeared, swelling and woody, as if it was about to fall out of his eyes. Yan Zheng was losing it.

A ridiculous feeling of eye control.

The things in front of me began to blur, as if countless flying insects were flying quickly in front of me, and their sight was filled with thin insect wings.

I don't know how long it took to see the flying shadow in front of me began to become blurred, and finally became a shimmering water surface. In the light, Yan Zheng vaguely saw a black dot flying towards him, like a ball of

The melting ink drops magnified irregularly in his blurry blank vision.

The black ball is getting closer and closer, like a black rose suddenly blooming in front of Yan Zheng. He was shocked. Yan Zheng subconsciously blinked his eyes, and suddenly regretted it in his heart. Just when Yan Zheng was upset that he blinked, he suddenly became angry.

The world in front of you is gradually becoming clear...

When Yan Zheng slowly recovered his vision, he found that it was pitch black in front of him. He vaguely saw a red light shining in the darkness, like a drop of blood-red dazzling under the sun.

When Yan Zheng reacted and wanted to turn around and look for Ali and Liu San, he was shocked in an instant. He could not control his body...

The darkness seemed to be moving, towards a place... In the darkness, Yan Zheng passed through a crescent door...

After a moment, Yan Zheng suddenly realized that he was not hit by someone else's illusion, but opened Xiaoliu's soul window. The scenes he saw now were Xiaoliu's memories.

Yan Zheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and began to concentrate on observing the surrounding environment. He seemed to be experiencing an event from Xiaoliu's perspective, which was a bit like playing a first-person online game again.

Through Xiaoliu's gaze Yan Zheng, we can see that the sky today is a little dark and short, and the black sky and the black night sky seem to condense into a piece, making the sky and the earth blurred, and the surroundings are filled with darkness.

The lanterns that lit on the roadside for lighting are like fireflies, and they appear so small and helpless in the darkness.

Xiao Liu's vision was shaking very hard, and he looked around from time to time, looking around, looking a little scared.

At this time, Yan Zheng heard someone say, "Xiao Liu, don't be so timid, okay? I feel nervous. Let's go feed a horse, and it's still in our backyard. What can happen?

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Xiaoliu turned his head and Yan Zheng saw a young man dressed in a servant beside Qing Xiaoliu, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The other party tried hard to show a calm smile on his face, but his pale face betrayed his forced smile that was pretending to be calm.

Xiao Liu didn't seem to see the fear on the other person's face. His vision shook twice and turned back to the front of Xiao Liu.

"I~I~ I'm just a little afraid of the darkness. My father said that a strange disease has occurred in Chang'an City recently. Many people in the workshop where we live are infected. My father told me not to go home if I'm fine.

Live in the building..."

"I also heard that when I was serving a table of guests today, I heard those people say that all the people who are infected are terrified, their whole body is black and their faces are like evil ghosts..."

After this sentence came to an end, Yan Zheng trembled twice when he saw Xiao Liu's vision, as if the two young men were shaking together.

Then Yan Zheng stuttered in a panic tone: "Don't~Don't say it~ Strange~ Strange and creepy~"

After Xiao Liu finished speaking, the two people's steps increased significantly, their vision was shaking violently, and the scenery on both sides quickly retreated.

Seeing this scene, Yan Zheng couldn't help but smile, just like his junior high school evening self-study, walking in the dark alley, thinking about himself.

This seemed to be a night shortly after the plague came, and Yan Zheng thought silently in his heart.

Soon Xiaoliu and the unknown servant ran to the stable. The two of them picked up the hay and put it into the trough. They were panicked, as if something was forcing them.

This is so scared! The psychological quality of young people is too poor!

Yan Zheng continued to think in his heart.

After feeding the horses, the two of them ran away as if they heard the starting gun, chasing each other and running forward with great force.

Xiao Liu's vision was shaking abnormally, and Yan Zheng could only see a piece of darkness shaking in front of him.

I couldn't help but complain again: These two fools don't have to think about it. If ghosts really cause trouble for them, can they run away? It's dark and lit up at night, what if I trip if I trip!

Yan Zheng's words were like a prophecy. As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Liu fell to the ground, and his perspective instantly changed from Xiao Liu's perspective to God's perspective.

However, the width of the vision is still limited, and it is not the absolute God's perspective that can overlook everything in a dream. Yan Zheng's God perspective can only be seen with Xiaoliu's body as the center, as if Xiaoliu was thrown out of his soul, like a soul floating in it

Xiao Liu saw it on his body.

Then Yan Zheng saw that in the distance, the unknown servant stopped at the original place more than 60 meters away from Xiaoliu, gasped heavily, and shouted in panic, "Xiaoliu, Xiaoliu, Xiaoliu~

What's wrong with you? Are you still there? Have you fallen? Ah~ Wait for me~ I'll go and call someone right away~"
Chapter completed!