"In this world, there are some things that you're better off not knowing."
Seeing this, Lu Ban suddenly raised his hand and materialized a silver pen "Testament" in his hand, and wrote a few words on He Jiaoyang's forehead.
"Invisible."
He Jiaoyang suddenly felt as if darkness had descended around him; whether it was the kitty on the coffee table, the gaping maw on Lu Ban's shoulder, or the abyssal Lu Ban himself, all vanished from sight.
His burning sanity also cooled down, and He Jiaoyang felt nauseated. The lamb skewer he had just eaten seemed to writhe in his stomach like living flesh, leaving his throat parched.
"What's wrong with me?"
Groping around blindly, He Jiaoyang's vision suddenly returned.
He dared not look at Lu Ban, focusing only on the barbecue instead.
Thankfully, these barbecues seemed to be normal.