What was cognitive distortion?
Someone clearly looked like a great fat pig, yet you insisted they were slim and well-proportioned. Someone was hideous beyond belief, yet you insisted other people simply couldn't appreciate their beauty.
You barely earned any money yourself.
Yet after watching a few short videos, you thought hundreds of thousands or millions were just pocket change.
That was cognitive distortion.
And now, the moment this evil spirit appeared, Jiang Qiao actually felt that the clothes he was wearing went well with it. Clearly, some influence had mildly distorted his perception too.
"Well, damn."
"You're trying to put me in my place right out of the gate!"
Jiang Qiao shifted his gaze slightly toward the gray cloth sack the figure carried. A person was stuffed inside, making it bulge. The mouth of the sack hung open, exposing half that person's body.
"Heh."
"Looks like you can't copy me completely."
He sneered.
When Shen Boxia had encountered it earlier, the figure inside the sack had borne at least a seventy or eighty percent resemblance to him.
But now.
Not only was the figure more insubstantial.
It only looked about fifty percent like him.
Jiang Qiao could naturally tell that once the figure achieved a ninety percent resemblance to someone, it could stuff them into the sack and carry them off. This was also one of the reasons people went missing on the Icefield.
Supernatural phenomena like this weren't actually rare in later years.
But now.
It had met its nemesis.
Fifty percent?
With that degree of resemblance, threatening him would be extremely difficult. Replacing him would take even longer, and might be downright impossible.
This was because the talents within Jiang Qiao were of far too high a rank.
They were too difficult to imitate.
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