"Shen Du, you have severe schizophrenia and need hospitalization."
"Doctor, I'm not sick."
"Every mental patient says that."
"Then can you explain why I can see the pollution on your body? Your left lung no longer exists, replaced by a wriggling black substance. Have you coughed frequently recently, and the phlegm you cough up is black?"
The doctor's face turned pale.
"Also, stop practicing the Immortal Cultivation App you downloaded on your phone. A second mouth has grown on the back of your neck. If you don't believe me, touch it yourself."
The doctor touched the back of his neck and let out a scream.
You see, that's the problem
I'm not crazy.
I was just too sober.
And sane people are destined to be regarded as madmen in this world polluted by gods and gods.
