The people surrounding Li Bai were collectively dumbfounded. They were all beginning to question their lives.
If this was hypnosis, then what the hell had they been learning?
Monkey tricks?
Clap, clap, clap, clap!
Suddenly, a round of applause broke the brief silence.
"Excellent, excellent! Today has really opened my eyes. A mass illusion performed on the spot—although it only involved sight and touch, it's already an extraordinary level of skill. As expected, each generation surpasses the last!"
One of the industry's big shots spoke up, seemingly having figured out some of the tricks. Through special techniques and psychological suggestion, he had made everyone experience an illusion.
The ability to make people imagine their own heads being drilled open and then patched up was truly beyond compare.
The uninitiated watched for the spectacle, while the experts understood the finer points. A thousand people could watch Hamlet and come away with a thousand different interpretations.
Some people who only half understood immediately felt that it was profound, and confusedly joined in the applause. Though they still had no idea what had happened, their bodies responded instinctively.
In psychological terms, this scene was known as the bandwagon effect, or herd mentality.
As long as someone authoritative enough led the way, a whole crowd could jump into a ditch without a second thought, just like back in the day when people pumped themselves full of chicken blood and wore steel pots on their heads, hoping to receive signals from the universe.
All that stupid stuff was just a passing cloud.
The knot between Great Dean Zhou's brows finally eased. Fortunately, someone had saved the situation; otherwise, he wouldn't have known what to say.
After secretly letting out a sigh of relief, he still put on a stern face and said irritably, "Young people