Duan Xiaohong wanted to die now, because just now, with her eyes open and talking, she started snoring.
After talking for more than 20 hours, the matters in the service area have been broken down into details, and they have been discussed many times.
But the waiter could always find the little details she missed, ask questions again, and then the cycle would start again.
Finally, the waiter stopped asking questions. Taking advantage of this gap, Duan Xiaohong quickly closed her eyes and rested for a while.
After just a moment, the waiter spoke again,
This time, the pressure of the mountain god was used, which directly woke up Duan Xiaohong from his light sleep.
"Well, don't sleep yet, wake up."
With a jolt, Duan Xiaohong opened her eyes, feeling the pressure of the mountain god, which was much stronger than Hu Xiaocao.
"What's wrong, brother, what else don't you understand?"
Seeing that Duan Xiaohong was in high spirits, the waiter put aside the pressure and said seriously,
"I've actually understood it for a long time, but I've always been curious about the reason behind your tricks.
There is a book in the boss's shop, which says,
The body has a constraint on consciousness, and you cannot break the body's barrier and wander around.
The only way is not to sleep, not to sleep for a long time,
It will cause the consciousness to make a misjudgment and determine that the body is dead.
After that, consciousness can break down all barriers and travel around.
I think this is a bit similar to you asking a master to enter your body.
How can a body allow others to control consciousness?
But after the experiment, you neither slept nor wandered, which is very strange."
Duan Xiaohong was completely energetic this time. It turns out that this child has been experimenting on herself?
Besides, to open a fast food restaurant, is it necessary to study such mysterious things?
"Brother, what kind of book is that, Cai Gen?"
The waiter thought for a long time before saying,
"The cover of the book fell off and I didn't see the name. It's not very thick and not too big.
The last page is all about selling nunchucks and other weapons, and they all come with free shipping."
Duan Xiaohong is much younger than Cai Gen. You can tell right away that the last page of the little book selling weapons is probably a story session.
You take the theory of the Storytelling Club and experiment it on me?
I just can't beat you, otherwise I will fight you tooth and nail.
"Brother, if you want to know, just ask. You don't need to do experiments, you don't need to sleep, you will be very broken."
"Then tell me, when the masters came up, where was your self-awareness? How did you achieve symbiosis?"
When it comes to these, Duan Xiaohong has a say, and she doesn’t think it’s a secret.
"It's hard to describe specifically. It's a bit like a two-person stage. I usually perform on the stage.
When the masters came, I watched from the background while the masters performed.
Yes, that’s what it means, taking turns acting, my body is the stage.”
The explanation was very clear, and the waiter continued to ask,
"Then, among your masters, can anyone's body be used? Or are there conditions?"
Duan Xiaohong shook her head,
"It should be that everyone is a stage, but the objective physical conditions are different, so there are differences in whether they are good or bad.
Some people have a higher stage, have inner conflicts, and have more obstacles.
The masters were reluctant to go, because singing would be tiring and not satisfying.
Some people have a lower stage, accept it in their hearts, and decorate it very well.
The masters are willing to go and stay there permanently.
No one wants to rush in, right?
My home cooking teacher told me before that my stage threshold is low, the decoration is luxurious, and it is very comfortable for me to act.
Therefore, I became a showman at a very young age, and I was born to be their stage."
These words not only did not dispel the waiter's curiosity, but also made him more interested.
"Then can I also go to your stage to sing? Can I try?"
Duan Xiaohong was frightened and stood up, her whole body alert.
"Brother, don't be ridiculous.
The masters have different strengths, just like who is the waiter and who is the protagonist in a troupe.
But there is always a limit.
It’s not impossible for someone with divine light like you to come,
But there is a chance that the stage will be crushed by you, so I will give it up."
Oh, waiter understands, the stage is also capable of withstanding. The stronger the endurance, the bigger the protagonist will be, and vice versa.
This must have something to do with his physical condition. A beggar with a three-point life was killed immediately after being possessed by the Jade Emperor.
If this is the case, then the boss is very powerful.
How can a sub-healthy body with a high fat content be able to withstand so many ancient powers singing?
Regardless of physical condition, how tough is the boss' life?
The waiter looked at Duan Xiaohong who looked wary and guided him, saying,
"Little girl, you said that everyone in the service area is dead, but you are the only one who is not dead, right?"
I don’t know why the waiter brought up this issue again, Duan Xiaohong nodded,
"It is true that they are all dead. I am not dead. By the way, Cai Bangzi is not dead either."
He said bad things about the boss again, and the waiter got upset.
"It seems like your life is quite tough.
As far as I know, as long as someone has something to do with the boss, even indirectly,
Most of the lucky ones died.
In the same way, your fate is very tough, your stage should also be tougher, let me try."
Duan Xiaohong was shocked, can you try this?
It completely destroyed the stage and no one could sing.
"No!!!!"
Before he finished speaking, the waiter turned into a white light and threw it between Duan Xiaohong's eyebrows.
Then, Duan Xiaohong's eyes suddenly glazed over, and she felt like her consciousness was almost crushed.
The fake mountain god is also a mountain god, with a spiritual soul, which is not comparable to those of the previous masters.
Waiter's words came out from Duan Xiaohong's body,
"There are a lot of people waiting for you to sing backstage. Don't run away. Let's sing together. Don't run away.
Oops, your stage is cracked and seems to be collapsing. Am I heavy? This is too weak."
Duan Xiaohong listened to the waiter's words and couldn't move or speak.
The only feeling I felt was pain, and I felt like my body was so swollen that it was going to explode. There was no doubt that if I continued, it would definitely explode.
"The stage is not very strong, but singing opera here is much better than setting up a street stall outside. Let's try again."
Duan Xiaohong was able to move, or in other words, it wasn't because she wanted to move, but because the waiter started singing.
One-finger push-ups, jumping on one leg, Thomas pirouette, turning 18,000 degrees
Duan Xiaohong was like stepping on a switch, with exaggerated and agile movements, jumping up and down in the room.
But after this set of actions, Duan Xiaohong's skin began to crack and blood flowed out.
It seemed like my body couldn't bear it anymore and was about to explode.
"I'm sorry, the stage collapsed and I didn't do anything. I'm really sorry.
You won't die, will you?
It’s over. If you die, the boss will be angry. Is this considered a waste of human life?”
Duan Xiaohong's consciousness was a little blurry at this time. If she could speak, she would definitely scold the waiter.
You are taking human life lightly, absolutely.
"Thank you for letting me experience the feeling of singing. Even if you die, it is still meaningful to me. Thank you."
Duan Xiaohong felt that the waiter took his last breaths on the collapsed stage and thanked the audience, just like bidding farewell to a corpse.
It’s over, what did you do wrong?
Is your life so worthless?
Is your life just to satisfy other people's curiosity about singing?
While constantly asking herself, Duan Xiaohong finally lost consciousness and could not find the answer.
This chapter has been completed!