I'm Not a Psychotic Driver

[Suspenseful imagination + folk tales + seal to suppress demons + spiritual energy recovery + supernatural thriller] I am a freight driver, the kind who cannot stop taking medicine. I was diagnosed with anxiety six years ago and the doctor said I would hallucinate. But those things were so real - the country road was full of glowing white rabbits at midnight, and someone urged me to move my car at the grave on the roadside. There is only one person sitting at each table in the noodle shop, and four dishes are placed on the table. Wetland Market sells meat by the pound, and the boss said: There are three layers of meat, and braised in braised pork is the most fragrant. During the six years of my trucking career, I went through ghost markets, fought monsters, and learned a sword to break a hundred feet in the Kunlun Mountains. Am I mentally ill? [Doctor, before increasing the dosage of medicine... Can you take a look at my driving recorder? Not all madmen are in the hospital, some are on the way.