Boluogo rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch. The watch looked tattered, but the hands on the dial were running steadily.
Thanks to his previous precise training in the secret energy, this not only made Boluogo's mastery of the secret energy more acute, but also allowed him to become an entry-level watch repairman.
Using the hand of conscription, it didn't take long for Boluogo to repair the watch. In this hellish place, there was endless darkness all around, and the hazy light above his head was just a decoration.
Bologg needed this watch to judge the passage of time. After rough calculation, this should be the fifth day after Bologg fell into the great rift.
Aimu's mental state was a bit bad. Although she couldn't make any expressions and her tone was monotonous, Boluogo could still detect it.
Borogo thought that it was this depressing environment and being with his body for three days that left an indelible impression on Aimu.
Bologg didn't know how to deal with this. Although he was an expert, he was not an expert in psychology.
Unlike Aimu, this depressing environment did not affect Boluogo at all. In order to prevent the atmosphere from being too dead, he was still humming a song.
Humming songs in this dark and deep ghost place.
"Have you adapted so quickly?" Aimu said, "We are now at the bottom of the Great Rift."
The depression of darkness does not affect Boluogo. He has been accustomed to all this since he was in the dark prison, but it is indeed a bad memory. If it is not necessary, Boluogo rarely mentions these to other people, even if Ai
The same goes for Miao.
Onward, onward, on and on.
In addition to chatting with Aimu to maintain her mental state, Boluogo has been struggling to survive in the past two days after waking up.
He has read many stories of survival in the wilderness, but those unlucky ghosts living in the wilderness can more or less see some living creatures, and can also make tools to hunt animals to fill their stomachs, and even if they are unlucky, they can chew tree bark.
But when he arrived at Boluogo, in the past two days of survival, Boluogo saw nothing else, let alone living creatures, except rocks.
Boluogo was extremely hungry. Fortunately, as an undead, he was not afraid of starving to death, and the power of the Sublime Maker also made his physique much stronger than ordinary people.
But something bad is that I am in an etheric vacuum.
When he learned from Aimu that this place was in an etheric vacuum, Boluogo still couldn't believe it. He only thought that due to some unknown factor, a small area was in an etheric vacuum.
But after walking for two days, he still had not left the scope of the etheric vacuum. Boluogo couldn't help but suspect that maybe the bottom of the entire Great Rift was in such a situation.
For this reason, ether has become a rare resource. Bologo must save his own ether to deal with troubles, and his plan to climb out of the rock wall was ruined.
According to Boluogo's own ether reserves, the complex situation of the Great Rift, and its damn depth, he cannot climb up in this state.
After realizing these problems, Bologo also discovered that the reason why his resurrection was so slow was probably due to the etheric vacuum.
Unable to absorb the ether from the environment, Bologo relied on his own remaining ether to slowly heal his wounds and resurrect his consciousness.
In other words, if he died multiple times in the Great Rift, Bologo might never wake up again.
"This reminds me of my days as a soldier."
Boluogo moved forward cautiously in the darkness. There was a long and narrow gap between him and Aimu, and he didn't know if he could get out.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked.
"At that time, our camp was raided by the enemy. I managed to escape and hid in the dense forest, but the enemy did not let us go so easily and raided the dense forest repeatedly."
Boluogo told the story of the past, "That's how I was at that time, avoiding the enemy while trying to find a way to survive in the dense forest."
"The good news is that there are no enemies here. The bad news is that this is not a dense forest. There are no animals to eat, not even the bark of the trees." Bologo joked, trying to dispel the deep coldness.
"I don't need to eat." Aimu said, "I can lighten the burden."
"Yes, you don't need it, and I don't need it either... I don't need it for the time being."
This is another point that Boluogo feels lucky. The one who fell down with him is Aimu. He does not need food or water. He only needs some ether, so Aimu can stay healthy.
If it was Palmer who fell with him, this guy would definitely say endless depressing words and bring both of them to the bottom of their mental state.
But maybe, after all, Palmer still has his gift. What if Palmer yells "Boss, help me!" and the Scarlet Matron will lend a helping hand? She will also be fished out at the same time.
Sometimes Boluogo still trusts Palmer's luck. Once his ability takes effect, it is simply unreasonable.
"How long can your ether last?" Bologo asked with concern.
In the etheric vacuum environment, Aimu is not having a good time. Her operation relies on the power emanating from the Philosopher's Stone to drive the Perpetual Core, further absorbing the surrounding ether, and thus cycle.
Now that there is no ether around, Aimu's cycle is broken. After consuming his own ether, Bologg doesn't know what will happen to Aimu.
"Fortunately, although there is no ether in the outside world, I have a device to reserve ether." Aimu said.
"Like backup energy?" Bologo's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Another reason why Boluogo thinks the situation is not that bad is that he still has soul fragments in his body. These pure ethers will turn the situation around at a critical moment.
"It's almost designed to deal with emergencies. Relying on these ethers, I can still hold on for a long time," Aimu said, looking at his limbs. "When necessary, I can decompose myself to reduce the consumption of ethers."
"Decompose? Like?"
"For example, remove the limbs." Aimu slowly raised her hand. There was a surge of ether in her limbs. "Remove the unimportant devices and structures on the torso, and even keep only the permanent core and the head."
Aimu said extremely shocking things very rationally, and Boluogo's expression was a bit complicated. Disassembling himself seemed to be a normal thing for Aimu.
"No, no, I'll tie your head to my waist and find a way to escape?" Boluogo shook his head, "Let's forget it."
"This is the optimal solution, which can greatly reduce my consumption."
Aimu didn't understand. She had considered these when designing, and now she was just applying the design for use.
Boluogo didn't say much. He clearly realized that there were still some cognitive gaps between himself and Aimu.
Amu has a cognitive concept similar to that of humans, but when this concept falls on herself, it will become the unique vision of the alchemy doll.
For example, dismantle yourself and keep only the important structures.
Bologg felt that something... was not quite right, but after realizing that something was not right, Bologg thought of himself again.
Normal people would not take risks, but Bologg would rely on his immortality to die endlessly. From this point of view, when Bologg's concept falls on him, he will also become
Get weird.
"Are we freaks?"
Boluogo muttered that both he and Aimu had some overlap with ordinary people's ideas, but the parts that didn't overlap were extremely weird.
The narrow crack gradually widened. As Boluogo moved forward, he stretched out his hand to feel around. In the dim light, his visual range was pitifully small.
The rock is hard and cold, covered with a thin layer of ice. Every time Bologo exhales, he will spit out a burst of white mist.
The temperature here is very low. Fortunately, the power of the immortal body allows Bologe to resist frostbite. However, this feeling of constant injury and healing is like a long, endless battle for Bologe.
torture.
Aimu felt pretty good. She took the initiative to turn off her perception ability. As a cold steel body, the surging chill made her joints stiffer at most.
"Bologo!"
Aimu suddenly stopped Boluogo, and then asked, "How is your strength?"
"It's pretty good," Boluogo said and clenched his fist. "Even if the situation is so bad, I still have the strength to kill several people with my bare hands."
Boluogo considers himself an expert, and tenacity, concentration, and patience are all good qualities for experts. No matter how bad the situation is, Boluogo has the ability to continuously extract energy from his body before he truly dies.
Produce strength.
"Turn your head and bend down."
Aimu ordered that in order to save ether, she had turned off all unnecessary functions.
Now she was as expressionless as a real doll, her lips didn't move when she spoke, her voice sounded directly from her throat, and the light in her pupils became dim, with a deep hollow feeling.
"Okay, okay."
Burlogo probably had an idea of what she was going to do.
Aimu clumsily threw himself on Boluogo's back, put his hands on Boluogo's chest, and then clasped it tightly.
"In order to save the ether, I will be temporarily incapacitated. The rest is up to you."
After Aimu finished speaking, as if his soul had been drained, his body softened and rested heavily on Boluogo's body. Only a little light was still shining in his eyes.
Boluogo bumped Aimu. Fortunately, Aimu had a metal body, but in her continuous optimization, she replaced herself with many lightweight metals, and the weight was much lighter than expected.
"This feels so familiar." Bologg muttered in a low voice.
"What's wrong?"
Aimu's voice rang in her ears. She was now in absolute energy-saving mode and only retained her communication ability.
"When I was a soldier, I carried a heavy radio station on my back... He might also be a wounded person."
Boluogo walked towards the darkness ahead.
"It's quite interesting to recall the past at a time like this."