After turning it over and over in her mind, the girl grew more frightened the more she thought about it.
Just imagine it—truly vicious people definitely couldn't be judged by their appearance. On the contrary, someone like me, who looked harmless to man and beast alike, and even gave off the impression that my brain wasn't working too well, had an eighty percent chance of doing something crazy.
Not to mention anything else—just what happened tonight,
Who the hell stayed overnight in a cornfield in the middle of the night and specifically went out to buy a mosquito net?
And who spent eight hundred yuan to hire a girl for the night, yet didn't feel the slightest temptation? Was that something a normal person could do?
Did normal people like that even exist?
She wasn't wrong about that. Big Brother really couldn't be viewed through the eyes of a normal person anymore, because ever since Big Brother awakened, the way his mind operated had upgraded from its original passive state to active mode.
In other words, he had long stopped treating those ignorant thoughts of his past as truth.
I remembered a fellow cultivator who had cultivated in Cangyuan to the Bodhisattva Realm. He once said this: only when you could look at yourself levelly could you become your true self.
He wasn't wrong at all. Big Brother was now in that state, because I could see at every moment what my own thoughts were thinking. That was what it meant to look at oneself levelly.
The girl felt like tonight might be the grand finale of her life. But driven by the instinctive desire to survive, she still wanted to struggle one last time. After forcing herself to calm down, she pleaded bitterly to me through tears.
"Big Brother,