"It's good that your husband knows. I don't necessarily want to interfere with your freedom, but I'm just a little worried about your safety." Ling Zhujun, who had calmed down, felt that his tone just now might have been a bit harsh, so he apologized and left with Nian Hong.
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She rushed back because she was afraid that Wu Chong would be harmed. Now that she was sure that Wu Chong was not in danger, she felt relieved.
The clan uncle Ling Tianyang has been dealt with, and there are still many troubles to deal with in the future. This time Ling Zhujun is ready to take all the power into his hands and never allow anything like this to happen again.
After seeing Ling Zhujun off, Wu Chong returned to the courtyard.
He closed his eyes and entered the world of the sea of consciousness again. The black and white world appeared in front of his eyes. After his first experience, Wu Chong was able to skillfully enter and exit this world.
He looked down and found that his legs were indeed wrapped in a circle of black weeds.
The weeds he had 'raised' before had now swelled to more than three meters high, and the white wood grain fire had become extremely strong and began to crazily erode everything around it. The flames representing the grape trellis had been swallowed up by it, like a horned dragon.
The tree roots rolled crazily in the yard, swallowing up all the white fire that could be seen.
The black color climbing up Wu Chong's calf is the root of this weed.
After this guy devoured the other white fires in the yard, he actually set his sights on him, trying to digest Wu Chong, the 'benefactor' of enlightenment.
This way of repaying gratitude is really unique!
Most people can't bear it.
Wu Chong raised his right foot, and the sound of rubber bands snapping was heard. He walked over, grabbed the first weed, and lifted it up.
In an instant, the black tree roots in the entire yard began to stir.
They circled back like pythons, trying to defend their own body. Wu Chong's arm holding the body of the weed was even more entangled with dense black tree roots.
“The backlash caused by breaking the boundaries of life?”
Sensing the tree root's attempt to physically destroy him, Wu Chong's palm suddenly burned with a white-cold flame.
The flame of consciousness.
After the flames were generated, they spread quickly. Amidst the bursts of shrill screams, all the black tree roots in the yard were ignited. The white-cold flames have no temperature, and in this world of consciousness, there is no concept of temperature.
After a while, the flame burned out.
The roots that lost their energy fell to the ground and turned into white powder.
After the black is burned away, all that remains is gray.
Wu Chong thought and returned to the real world again.
When he woke up, he immediately looked at the grape trellis in the yard. In the world of consciousness, the grape trellis had been swallowed up by weeds. But in the real world, it was still growing normally and was green.
After Wu Chong attached the 'consciousness' to it, he quickly noticed the difference.
The grape trellis that seemed to be full of vitality has lost its vitality. It’s just that the feedback from the real world is not as fast as the conscious world. This ‘withering’ has a long process, which is determined by the distance passed by the sea of consciousness.
Wu Chong turned his attention to the weeds at his feet.
The weeds next to the lounge chair are greener, and the surrounding land is much darker. An abnormal weed has drops of crystal clear dew on its leaves.
It's already afternoon, and there's no rain in the air. How can there be dew?
Picking up a drop of dew with his fingers, Wu Chong found that it was filled with rich vitality.
Like the grape trellis, although the weeds were burned to death by him, the energy collected before death did not disappear. After it was still gathered into its true body, these dewdrops were the energy fed back from the sea of consciousness world. In order to confirm this guess,
Wu Chong pulled up the weeds by their roots.
It was found that its roots had indeed begun to rot.
For plants no larger than a grape trellis, feedback from weeds comes faster.
"The sea of consciousness affects reality, the surface world affects the inner world..."
Wu Chong's eyes flickered.
He understood the method used by the silhouette to attack him earlier. Now that he understood it, the next step was to settle the score.
Close your eyes and return to the world of the sea of consciousness.
Wu Chong walked out of his yard and took a look outside. What he saw was the same as before, Mo Lake and dizziness. Normal vision could see further away, but that was not possible here, and the vision was also distorted here. Wu Chong walked out of his yard and looked outside.
Chong's current body was a 'delusion' created by him using his own energy.
"Every time you take action, there will be traces."
Wu Chong raised his hand and glanced at his palm. During the last confrontation, he used this hand to crush Silhouette's head. He didn't understand the logic of Consciousness Sea before, so he ignored it. Now look at it,
Sure enough, I found a different place.
Under his gaze, a trace of fine lines appeared on the palm of his hand, which was extremely normal in the outside world. These lines had begun to fade, and if you didn't look carefully, they would disappear in a short time.
"found it."
Wu Chong grabbed a strip of web, and when he pulled it, he sensed the fluctuations in the distance. Just like the previous fibrous roots of weeds, this strip of web is also a kind of 'root'.
He walked forward in the direction.
As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, Wu Chong immediately felt something different.
The outside world is not Luming County projected from the real world, but an illusion floating in a pure black ocean. The white debris occasionally stirred up in the black water represents the nodes of the sea of consciousness.
My feet are soft on the black sea water.
The person did not sink.
Wu Chong pulled the veins in his hand and found that the source was still in front of him.
Stepping on the sea water, he continued to move forward. After walking for about ten minutes, the familiar wave appeared. Wu Chong stopped and saw a white bamboo raft floating in the middle of the island.
"Ahem, my father is dying."
"Save him, we must save him!
"
Noisy sounds came from outside, and Wu Chong looked down. The sea of consciousness surged, and a swirling projection suddenly appeared. In this projection, he saw an antique room. The scene was located
The area is a side room, and there are two men and one woman standing next to it. The dispute just now was caused by them.
There was a person lying on the hospital bed.
This man's whole body was dry and skinny, as if he was about to die.
The lines in the hand were frozen at this point, passing through the vortex projection and connecting to the hospital bed outside.
"found it!"
Wu Chong had a smile on his face.
His right hand suddenly swelled up, and the dark color covered his arm. He pinched the old man who was dying on the hospital bed outside with one hand.
Attack from the world of Consciousness Sea!
This is how this guy took care of him the previous two times.
"How brave!
"
On the hospital bed, the old man who was about to die suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of light burst out from the mummy-like eye holes.
The light cut through the sky, breaking the shackles of the world, and directly saw Wu Chong in the sea of consciousness.
Unlike Wu Chong, an outsider, for Silhouette, the Consciousness Sea was created by him and is his base camp. He can detect any fluctuations in it immediately, which is why Wu Chong took action directly after finding the source.
reason.
Fake and imaginary are useless.
Retaliating head-on and going back is the best option, otherwise if you play games with others on their home court, no matter how many lives you have, you won't be able to lose.