Of course he knew that the "Soul Order" that appeared on the earth was a Li Gui type thing. It was probably the ruler of the Deep Blue World, a means to stigmatize the real Soul Order.
During that time, he was almost mentally prepared for the collapse of his hopes and was ready to cut off the connection with the Deep Blue World at any time.
Unexpectedly, the miner brothers in the Deep Blue World were really tough. In desperation, they snatched a glimmer of hope and re-established the latest version of "Shelter", and sent a person to contact the branch to update the version.
Occasionally dreaming back at midnight, at this moment, the "veteran" will think of the unknown headquarters liaison buried in the "fish skin", who has brought a new shelter and new hope...
Even if it is just a stubborn struggle in the storm.
The old version of "Sanctuary" fell;
The new version of "shelter" may not actually be that safe.
The "veteran" even considered whether to choose the updated version of "Sanctuary" or shrink back to the original version of "Placebo" and regain distance from the headquarters of the Order of Souls.
This is not shameful. He has to be responsible for the hundreds of people who cross the Seventh Division. He cannot lead everyone into a pit of fire just because of a moment of stubbornness.
However, he soon discovered that there was no way back.
"Shelter" provides them with shelter and raises their threshold for suffering and accidents when undergoing human experiments, but it also creates dependence to a considerable extent.
If there is a "version rollback", it will be difficult for the relatively old "placebo" to resist the increasing experimental methods, and it is likely to cause a big collapse under the gap, unless they can escape from the flat trade market in time.
There is another very important point:
The fallen old "sanctuary" still has strong broadcasting capabilities for the "old versions" of the branch...perhaps including the ability to sense capture.
The "veteran" secretly jumped between the "latest" and "oldest" versions a few times, and finally confirmed:
This is a road from which there is absolutely no turning back.
Whether they are the miners in the Deep Blue World or the white rats in the flat trade market, they either struggle to resist or lie flat and let the hammer hammer them. Every road is paved with corpses - because the other side is not planning to give them any way to survive.
In the end, the "veteran" chose to distribute the new "Shelter" version and prepared for the situation to deteriorate further.
It was at that stage that Mr. Mo appeared.
The mysterious "technical master" seemed to have promised their so-called "technician team" a bright future just because of his own likes and dislikes.
"Veterans" know that "Seven Hengduan Parts" should not place its hopes on anyone, just like the days of living together near Luo Yuandao's laboratory are gone forever.
But he was still moved.
Weipeisheng, a seemingly rotten training system, gave these little guinea pigs some hope of breaking out of their prisons.
How many good opportunities like this can come up!
Mr. Mo was just glimpsed in Baicheng and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Only some true and false news came back from the Pingmao Market and the homeless exchange, and it also went through a lot of distortion.
In any case, the work of "training students" promised by Mr. Mo is still progressing in an orderly manner. Although there have been recurrences recently, more than 20 good children have jumped out of the cage, which is already very good...
The new "shelter" is also being built steadily, and it is still in communication with the headquarters.
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The news is silent, and it is an isolated island, but it will not be catastrophic.
This is already very good.
But why do I always feel like something is wrong lately?
I’m not in the right place right now;
Everyone’s state is not quite right either;
The whole situation is not right;
What exactly is the problem?
In the dream, information overflows and connects, forming a fog-like confusion, in which endless strange shadows run, contradictory and conflicting with each other, fighting each other, rising and falling.
At this moment, not only the "veteran" is alone, but all the seven Hengduan tribesmen who think similarly to him, accept the protection of the "sanctuary", place their hope in the "commissioned trainee" system, and regard the two as the greatest hope to change their lives, are here.
In the dream, I asked subconsciously:
What's the problem?
What went wrong?
Questioning is like a silent stream under the thick ice of consciousness in the dark haze. It only needs a little warmth to melt away, and then it meanders between the ice cracks and rocks, blending and converging with each other.
Finally, there was the sound of gurgling water, which suddenly emerged, forming a turbulent flow that could no longer be ignored. It jumped and cracked rocks and splashed broken jade. Wherever it passed, everything on the ground and underground was wet.
Cool for a while.
But if you can't dissolve into the rapids of this mountain stream, and you are a foreign object and are submerged in it, the feeling will be bone-chilling and suffocating.
Wu Li woke up suddenly and sat up suddenly.
It was barely early in the morning, and for a young man who was sleepy, it was extremely rare to wake up suddenly.
Next to him, the tablet screen sensed his movement and automatically lit up, displaying a prompt message:
"Congratulations, the questions you designed have passed the system search. The coincidence rate is 0.2%. The search has passed and has been entered into the question bank. You have obtained the corresponding points. Please log in to your account to check."
Such reminders would always make him cheer up in the past. But now when he saw these words, for some reason, it seemed like he was stuck in a half-asleep nightmare.
Wu Li was stunned for a few seconds, hesitated for a moment, and finally, driven by an inexplicable impulse, dialed the communication to the "veteran":
"Hey, Uncle Shou, are you awake? Aren't you asleep?
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I feel something strange.
"I...I might have gotten into trouble."
In the early morning at Pingmao Market, ripples of uneasiness slowly rippled.
"This is a gap in levels...it's really pitiful."
The snake language once again returned from the "battlefield time and space", like a fish swimming in water, in the spiritual ocean jointly constructed by billions of creatures, dexterously wiping over the edge of the overflowing dream, anchoring the Sakai area.
"Passing by" here again, feeling the gloomy and desperate spiritual waves in the surrounding area, Snake Whisper shifted his focus away from his "old acquaintance" Sakaemon for the first time, and shifted his focus to the Pingmao Market.
With the observation at the edge of "battlefield time and space" and the corresponding correspondence, as expected, there is a different "assembly point" hidden deep in the corner of the spiritual ocean. Although it is inconspicuous to the extreme, it is still profound.
Trapped in this common nightmare, treated the same as other "gods" in Sakajo.
The domain power of the Fuso Sacred Tree is slowly penetrating it with pressure. Under the corresponding state, all participants related to it are probably as if they are being invaded by infrasound waves - the closer the relationship, the stronger the feeling.
Snake Whisper doesn't know whether the True God and the Pope have noticed this inconspicuous "construction" - even if it has not been exposed now, sooner or later, it is more likely to have been exposed, just like those that look like fruits hanging on the trees.
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"God", just waiting for final devouring and digestion.
The hierarchical gap lies here. What you thought was secret, under the analysis of big data and the observation from a higher dimension, has actually been leaked from all directions, which is not enough.
As for why it can survive until now, it is either unnecessary or there is another reason...
No matter what it is, the "veterans" and people like the Seven Cross Divisions have been exposed to the sight of the Amaterasu Order and are in danger of overthrowing at any time.
"Can you do it?"
This time, the snake language refers to Ronan, a young man who has proven his dominance and power in many fields. There is no reason to stand idly by when facing an "old friend" of the family.
Even if there is a highly close connection between the Amaterasu Cult and Levi, it is very likely that the influence will affect the whole body. But judging from his consistent behavior of regardless of the consequences... or making others digest the consequences, it is possible to form violent behavior.
The possibility is quite high.
But it didn't.
At least for now, the young man is still quietly guarding the edge of the "veteran's" dream, staring at the blurred and fragmented memory fragments, maintaining silence for a long time.
"It looks like an abandoned dog..."
Sheyu's heart skipped a malicious comment, and the next second, a tyrannical thought intervened from the air. Her heart trembled, and she instinctively sat up from her lying position. But before she lay prone on the ground, she found that the command was unexpectedly simple:
"Let's test it together."
What to measure?
Soon, Ronan's instructions became more and more detailed.
What he gives is a lot of "homework".
I have also read and sorted out the snake language of "veteran" dream information, and I roughly know that it is about some structural outlines of "placebo" and "sanctuary".
Ronan's intentions are clear:
He wants to restore the entire structure from "placebo" to "shelter" and trace its evolution.
In this sense, his and Li Wei's ideas may be relatively similar.
No matter how profound Ronan's attainments in "Dream Entrance" are, and how powerful his control over dreams is, the nature of dreams is destined, and all information must be deformed in dreams.
Whether it can be restored relatively completely depends on, first, whether the integrated dream resources are rich enough; second, it depends on the professional ability in the target field of restoration.
For the first item, the few hundred members of the Seven Cross Divisions are obviously not strong enough; but for the second item, there is really nothing to say about Ronan's strength in the field of "configuration".
From the time when Snake Whispers returned in the early morning to when the sun rose and set in Baicheng, in more than ten hours, the corresponding work plan was adjusted and upgraded for dozens of rounds. The feeling was getting closer and closer to the preset answers. Some
The details are still outstanding.
It's very smooth, similar to Blood Ring Fortress, even simpler - this is what Maoyan said.
After all, it is a group structure, and Ronan and Sheyu are still not enough. So Maoyan joined in the early stage, as if her field work was entering an adjustment stage, and she happened to have some free time.
In the middle and later stages, after becoming more familiar with this temporary assignment and its background, Maoyan made some suggestions:
"Shouldn't this be for ordinary people?"
Then, Yin Le joined in, along with a group of followers from the Blood Flame Order, from all levels.
Recovery speed is soaring.
When night fell again in Sakai City, dozens of versions of the corresponding structures had been neatly arranged on the shared communication interface of a temporary structure in the spiritual realm.
From the original version of "Placebo" to the latest version of "Shelter".