Chapter 10 Bai's Network of Consciousness (Part 1)
Today's dinner is carrot soup, roasted chicken with sesame seeds, fresh goat cheese with figs, red salad and the ever-changing fish and chips.
Amidst the sound of clinking knives and forks, Baizhu put down the tableware and wiped his mouth. Anton, who had finished eating next to him and was staring at the ceiling in boredom, was shocked and jumped up first to push his wheelchair out.
"I'm leaving first." Bai Zhu patted Mia on the head. The little girl looked up from the metal dinner plate in confusion, hummed twice, and nodded belatedly.
After the blond hunk Mark and Carl Howard arrived, the financial aid, which was said to be a million, instantly made the orphanage rich.
The most obvious change is the daily food.
The Ilyich Welfare Home is a private charity. The image of the director, Father Ilyich, in Assyria's memory is that of a serious and dry old man, but obviously, his pocket is not enough to feed a group of cubs who are crying for food.
Therefore, before the priest went to preach in other places, the original Assyria planned a business of making money by forging certificates of volunteer service.
Now because of that subsidy, life in the orphanage has obviously improved a lot, and Baizhu has also given up the idea of letting Rayleigh Mausolas remit money secretly.
The wheelchair squeaked through the corridors and small gardens, entered the low dormitory building, and finally stopped at a door with the nameplate number 104.
In the room covered with cat-head wallpaper, a small wooden bed was placed in the left corner, with a few books scattered at the foot of the bed. The curtains on the balcony were blown up by the wind, revealing cardboard boxes and several pots of green cacti at the base of the wall.
Seeing the door of the room being opened, a fat orange cat came out from under the bed, meowed up to Bai Zhu, rubbed its head against his hand affectionately, and purred comfortably in its throat.
"Bobby." Bai Zhu smiled.
It was a wild cat wandering around the orphanage. Once it was injured and was picked up by the original Assyrian, and then it was simply raised. 104 Although it is also narrow, it is still more spacious than the next door. This is why the priest has Assyrian's disability.
The reason for special care is that one person and one cat live together, so it is not too crowded.
"Brother..." Anton scratched his head from behind.
"Go and watch TV with Eugene and the others. Remember not to fight." Baizhu waved his hand, and Anton chuckled twice and ran out the door.
Turn on the light.
After playing with Poppy on the cat climbing frame for a while, after pouring today's cat food for him, Baizhu pushed the wheelchair to the balcony by himself, his face a little gloomy.
This advent was bad...
In the memories that have come countless times in the past, there has rarely been such an inexplicable start...
In the month after his arrival, no matter how coordinated he was, the physical body now named Ashur Adenpolo subconsciously rejected his spiritual power. Although it was insignificant, it was indeed a rejection.
This is enough to explain the problem.
The structure of Ashur Adenpolo's dead body is also different from that of any human or humanoid species in any universe. It is also a bipedal, viviparous, lactating, and internally fertilized physiological organism. To Baizhu, it feels like...
The very different feeling of plastic and ceramic.
"Now, I just hope that I don't get into the pocket universe of those druids." After finishing the cat food, Poppy meowed at his feet. Baizhu pinched the back of his neck and picked it up:
"Those crazy bear demons are all brainless PTSD. If I fall into their hands, my consciousness will be ruined..."
The consequence of being denied spiritual power is that it has been a month since the time of arrival, before Bai Shu's consciousness began to coordinate and synchronize with his limbs, and the Duping Gong Zhiyin, or attribute panel, finally gradually became looming.
It hasn't been opened yet and my legs are disabled.
I can’t stand up. I won’t be able to stand up in this life. I can’t run or walk. I can only maintain my life by being pushed by Anton in a wheelchair...
Fortunately, his mental strength has finally adapted, and his consciousness has taken over the dead body of Ashur Adenpolo. Thinking that he will be able to use the attribute values to repair his limbs soon, Baizhu's helplessness about being in a wheelchair for a month can't help.
It dissipated a bit.
Wow~Wow~
The sound of waves in the bushes suddenly spread, and a tall man wearing a blue raincoat came over with a flashlight. His eyes stopped on Baizhu beside the balcony, his eyes silent and dull.
"Good evening, Mr. Bannon." Baizhu greeted the man.
This is a man who is almost forty years old. His oval face is covered with deep wrinkles. The once thick and curly blond hair on his head has become sparse, leaving only a few thin locks on the top of his skull to prove his existence.
traces of.
"……Good evening."
After a long silence, the man nodded awkwardly and was about to leave: "There are mice, and I heard the hoot of an owl."
At this time, Baizhu suddenly sniffed, blinked with interest, and then laughed: "Has Mr. Bannon been drinking?"
"No, no."
"Bloody Mary?"
For a moment, the fierce light in the man's eyes was like a flood that was about to spurt out. He stared at the smiling boy fiercely and suspiciously, his muscles under the raincoat tensed, and then after a long hesitation, he still backed away.
"It's not a funny joke. You're making it up." He slowly shook his head and exited the bushes behind the dormitory: "I'm going to bed. I don't want to talk to some inexplicable lunatic."
"I thought you would come over and have a fight with me, but this is boring." Bai Zhu shrugged: "Just say it, don't refute."
The light of the flashlight and the sound of the man's footsteps slowly faded away. Bai Zhu waited quietly on the balcony for a few more minutes before closing the curtains and returning to the room.
"First it was Douglas, and now Bannon is involved. I think this little orphanage is really extremely virtuous."
Baizhu rubbed Bobby's round cat head and sighed sincerely, saying: "There are so many talents!"
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The day passed quickly.
When the new night came, Baizhu, who had just undressed and lay down, suddenly opened his eyes. A few minutes later, a look of relief appeared on his face.
"It's finally okay." He whispered.
The next moment, his consciousness was violently pulled out of his body and plunged into a deep and confusing space.
Spherical, cylindrical, circular, square, long-line, blurry, in the picture where shapes and scenes intersect, the stars are arranged according to some strange geometric rules that are completely contrary to the norm, and the light rays come from an indescribable color.
In the sky, it spreads out at an incredible angle.
There were people standing on the stars, and things that were unclear as to whether they were living things stood on a nine-pointed base. A low voice like a hallucination began to fill the air, and some truths began to sneak into his mind, blurring at certain intervals.
It also mysteriously conveys the great terror brought about by thoughts.
That's them talking...
The terrifying light flickered along with their conversation, shooting from the stars. They seemed to be like countless dreams, countless worlds, and countless images located at different positions in space, all gathered at one point. They
It seems to be an undivided disaster, traveling back and forth in a long span of time, weaving the ultimate mystery with words in the void, allowing it to destroy weak minds one after another.
That is the sound that all creatures and gods fear.
It sounds like noisy, screaming, mocking, calling - the sounds made by countless creatures on the base of the nine-pointed star linger for a long time, bringing darkness, supremeness and despair that defeats reason than any other in the universe.
Everything is more terrifying.
That is not any language. Its history hidden in all the mystery and ominousness is more eternal than any language.
A strong feeling of dizziness and vomiting hit Baizhu, and the surrounding stars and light suddenly felt so distant and confusing. In this huge fear that everything was leaving him, Baizhu shook his head.
, understood their conversation:
"Coming, coming."
"New couple's explosive photos!"
"Wife, wife, just v."
"Ashur Adenpolo? Damn it, why is it another humanoid descended?"
"Upstairs, your current body is not human?"
"I am a boron-based life form. Are you stupid?"
"If you are happy, just laugh, laugh loudly, even if your smile doesn't look good, even if your mouth is crooked when you smile. Some people will like to see you smile."
"Hurry up and give out red envelopes to the newcomers!"
"Can the one with earthy chicken soup die first..."
…
The endless stars and the huge and terrifying nine-sided bases on the stars shone brightly. Baizhu looked over with a headache. On those bases, there were countless Baizhu chattering and making a lot of noise.
They are the spirit of the Almighty and the split consciousness of White.
They come from the centers or edges of different universes, those distant eras that are beyond all knowledge, doubt and even history. They are shaped by a consciousness and pulled into this space... These white arts have various shapes, including human beings and others.
Non-human; there are vertebrates and invertebrates; there are animals and plants, there are spirits and pure energy states, and there are even some Atractylodes that have nothing in common with life itself. Their current existence
Forms, no earthly logic can explain their composition, it is a complete blasphemy against living things.
The White Arts are active in the sea of emptiness, and the separate consciousness of [White] is floating, from one world to another, from one universe to another universe. They are the extension of the will of the Almighty.
During the time when [White] was in silence to avoid the [Webway], they replaced [White], searching for and completing the missing sacred body.
"You seem to have arrived a little late."
In a star composed of brass-colored flames, Bai Shu, a light man with huge wings and an olive crown on his head, spoke: "It has been almost a month since you came to Assyria Adenpolo. Logically speaking,
, all Atractylodes will be inspired by this consciousness space as soon as they succeed..."
"That is to say." Guangren Baishu frowned slightly, with a trace of confusion on his noble and flawless face: "You are a month late?"
"Similarly, this is also my doubt."
Bai Shu sighed. He looked at the countless Bai Shu densely packed on the stars and said, "Everyone, there seems to be some little trouble in the world I live in."
"Little trouble?" On a star, Baizhu, whose body is composed of eternal and endless dreams, raised his head, and his voice seemed to be some kind of melody - a slight and weird sway: "Can you elaborate more?"
"The body of Assyria Adenpolo that I possessed is still resisting the entry of my spiritual energy after death. It's a very interesting phenomenon, yes..."
