The recent illusions weren’t similar to the previous ones I encountered. This time, they sought to lead me toward the road instead of scaring me. 

After he obtained the magic brush, I remember Meng Dongye telling me that, as long as he had the story in his head, the corresponding images would appear in front of his eyes. It seemed the person using the brush could control the illusions created! 

Li Mazi and I rushed back to the hostel. When we got back to the room, Meng Dongye was lying on the ground. But contrary to my expectations, there was no wound on his head. I checked the ashtray next to him. It did contain blood, but it wasn’t from any injury. Meng Dongye had simply vomited blood. 

The magic brush had severely affected Meng Dongye’s body; the trash bin next to him was filled with blood-stained tissues. His laptop showed his unfinished script,...