The curtain returned to "smoothness", Lao Jin's connection with the "shadow" was completely severed, and all the embodiments of memory disappeared, except for the "balance of truth" - most of its light and shadow structure dispersed, but a very weak one remained.
The ethereal part merges into the mist between the layers of curtains, which is also the mist of the "mist palace", manifesting at one time and melting at the other.
Ronan glanced at it, still not distracted, but continued to pay attention to the piece of information he sent over, that "dream" that was almost half-formed.
For a moment, that fragile "dream" was almost completely disconnected or collapsed?
But in the end, it didn't happen. It just became more blurry and disorganized. I couldn't remember or understand it. Miscellaneous and confusing pictures appeared repeatedly in my dreams. Everything was haloed by smoke and it was almost impossible to distinguish concrete things.
Ronan tried to interpret it, but he rarely felt dizzy and felt unstoppable.
He was vaguely aware that this was related to the distortion of the rules of time and space. A little bit of his consciousness "smuggled" over, faintly differentiated, and sensed both sides of time and space at the same time. It was a bit like the experience of "testing time and space", but at that time, he was absolutely
Most of the consciousness has turned to the past, which is exactly the opposite of the present.
Moreover, the difference at that time was mainly reflected in the speed of time. Now it feels different and it is more difficult to deal with.
If it weren't for the experience of "Testing Time and Space", his instinct would have been to adjust, and he would most likely have fallen asleep by now.
Ronan did not continue to resist. At this time, it might be more appropriate to adapt, but the time and place were not right...
So, Ronan turned around and walked back in the dreamland of many "curtains" he had woven, and patted Lao Jin on the shoulder.
It's late, and the course that doesn't live up to its name but is over-supplied has to come to an end. As for the fact that the experience is inconsistent with reality, no one dares to raise objections.
It’s true that no one raised any objections. Is it shameful to fall asleep in class?
And the feeling of being poured into knowledge in a dream is really a bit hairy.
What was originally a very lively large-scale gathering ended hastily in a strange atmosphere.
"Is this just a game background?"
Zhang Yingying's message is very representative. She didn't even post it in the friend group, but chatted privately, which showed a special and unstable mentality.
Ronan smiled and replied: "Digest first... Now rest first, good night."
At this time, Ronan had already arrived home.
Along the way, the exclusive driver Lao Jin was extremely silent, although his experience was more complicated and difficult than others. Even when he sent Ronan to his door, he only asked about tomorrow's itinerary, and about the confusing and strange "old battlefield"
Never mentioned the trip.
This is also not a normal state of mind.
Ronan was too lazy to appease him and asked him to take a holiday tomorrow and talk about it after the holiday.
Then Ronan came in. Only the night light was on in the room. In this posture, everyone fell asleep. But just as Ronan was halfway upstairs, the lights in the bedroom on the first floor came on, and his aunt, Ms. Luo Shuqing, came out in her pajamas. In fact, Luo Nan
Nan felt that his uncle was not sleeping either.
"I thought you wouldn't come back until tomorrow."
"I'll be sixteen tomorrow, and it's 1 o'clock in the morning now." Ronan greeted his aunt with a smile, "If it weren't for the party at night, I would have come back with Raven...is she asleep?"
"Maybe, I'll see her go back to her room." The implication was that she was helpless, but she didn't dwell on it and asked again, "Is it a party in Aurora Cloud City?"
"Well, you know."
"Mo Ya and Mo Peng have both received invitations. Mo Ya has something to do, and I didn't let Mo Peng go. If he goes over there and is praised a few times, I'm afraid the sky is high."
Ronan laughed again: "No, everyone has a sense of propriety, Brother Peng is even more so... Sister hasn't come back yet?"
"No, I'm too lazy to care."
The aunt just confirmed that he was back and had no intention of chatting with him for a long time: "Go to bed and sleep whenever you can. There is no need to go to your uncle's party at noon tomorrow..."
In fact, she had said this several times, but Ronan still responded obediently: "I want to take a long nap, aunt, you can just go and there is no need to leave food. It will be good if I can wake up before you come back."
"Sleeping for so long?"
"Well, it's hard to have some rest. I have to go out after the festival."
Luo Shuqing opened her mouth, then waved her hand: "Go to bed."
"Okay."
Ronan went upstairs and Luo Shuqing returned to her room. When the former's footsteps sounded on the second floor, the door to the bedroom downstairs was closed.
At this time, Mo Peng poked his head out of his room and shouted in a low voice: "God, Nan Shen!"
"roll!"
Mo Peng would not listen to him: "I heard that you made everyone faint with your talk in class? Are all the people attending the party carried out one by one?
"...well-informed, I admire you." Ronan handed Mo Penggong his hand.
At this time, the door on Ruiwen's side also opened, and the little girl, wearing white silk pajamas and pajamas, called "Brother."
Ronan and Mo Peng said "Hey" together.
The two immediately looked at each other, and the latter was very sober: "Okay, I'm superfluous! You guys can talk."
"No more chatting, let's go to sleep." Ronan waved his hand and announced again, "I want to sleep for eighteen hours."
"So fierce? I also want to ask you about the background of the game..."
"We will encounter it in the game in the future."
Immediately, Ronan said to Ruiwen: "If anything happens during this period, you can help me deal with it. If you feel it is difficult to handle, just ask Sister Yueyin."
"Okay." Raven responded simply.
"Okay, that's it."
Ronan had nothing more to add, so he greeted the two of them respectively, then went into his bedroom, and lay down on the bed without even washing up. It wasn't obvious on the surface, but he was extremely sleepy. The man from "outside"
The rules were twisted and continued to put great pressure on him. It took him some time to adjust and adapt. Eighteen hours was not an exaggeration.
But after lying on the bed, he felt a little dazed for a while.
Since he entered the house, it seemed normal, but the situation was always different from the past, making him feel a little unreal like a dream.
So much so that when you reflect on your words and deeds, it feels like you are performing on a stage.
He couldn't help but think of his selfish thoughts and the irrevocable choice.
He made a decision on behalf of 10 billion people, which may also lead to the shadow of disaster. Among these 10 billion people, there is his family, his elders, brothers and sisters; and it is usually difficult to remember, but now
Friends, relatives, classmates who can be thought of casually...
There are so many people.
He felt a little heavy, obviously not due to the space quilt he casually placed between his chest and abdomen.
Ronan raised his eyes to look at the ceiling, only to see the magic talisman overlooking him above the Extreme Realm, with six pupils of different colors appearing in imaginary light.
He laughed again, just as he had done before "Laozi", and then closed his eyes.
The feeling of difficulty came like a dark tide, Ronan really fell asleep, and naturally, he had a dream.
First, the "Jiu Mengzi" from "Local Time and Space" made trouble and kept repeating familiar words:
"Mine, it's mine...not me, never me!"
"Shut up!"
Ronan scolded, but it was useless. "Jiu Mengzi" still howled, so that its sharp cry could be heard throughout the world: "Don't open it! Don't go, I'm afraid!"
The Earth cat was like this, the mist cat and the dark blue cat also seemed to be very agitated. The three cats fought together, causing more and more intense interference, and even wanted to drive Ronan out of the dream.
Ronan was wandering in such a chaotic dream, maintaining a little clarity in his heart. After an unknown period of time, he clearly came into contact with another dream. It was so "fragile" that he almost collapsed at the first contact.
, the already messy and disorderly information inside is even more difficult to interpret, but the pressure of additional rule changes has disappeared.
Sure enough, "dream" still needs to be connected by "dream" to be reliable.
Also, although "fragile", a "dream information flow" with little support has not dissipated until now, which can only prove one thing:
It has found a "carrier" "outside", which may be a creature with the ability to "dream", or it may be something else.
As for the "carrier", it was probably a real dream.
This was within Ronan's expectation, because the reconstructed "dream information flow" still stubbornly retained the "sense of direction" across the "tattered god's cloak" and eventually crossed the boundary, so there is a high probability that it was captured by someone.
This kind of force attracts and moves closer to it...
There is no doubt that that is the risk, but it is also the "springboard" that Ronan must step on.
Ronan's clear cognition coexists with chaotic dreams, like a slowly polished mirror, gradually reflecting the only interpretable valuable information in the fragile and chaotic information flow "outside", and then splicing it together to create a clear picture.
A meaningful and relatively comprehensive picture. This is Ronan's only means of interfering with the "outside", which is barely safe.
This is an extremely slow, even stagnant process, like water droplets dripping from a stalactite. When will they gather into a deep pool?
Maybe eighteen hours is not enough, but there is no other way but to polish it patiently and meticulously...
And this kind of "patience" is not worth mentioning at all compared to "Turtle Immortal".
So, Ronan started doing complex and monotonous work in the "dream", repeatedly selecting, revising, and trying to integrate, but failed... After doing it round after round, he gradually couldn't figure out who he was.
Working in a dream, or polishing an illusory dream with your own hands.
Ronan has forgotten how to splice the materials, by hand?
There is no meaning, as long as it can do it, the tongue can do it.
He kept gathering them together like this, as if confused with the "materials" in a trance, using his hands, feet, including his mouth, nose and tongue to make them clump together and then break them up, hoping to obtain meaningful results.
Suddenly, he touched something...
Just below the collapsed tunnel that was warm and blocked by cooling lava, the accumulated soil and ash collapsed, burying him inside. But at this moment, his paws, nose and mouth touched something extremely hard.
.
Using his nose and front paws together, he struggled to lift the thing a little, and saw a dim red light coming from the deep eye sockets of a... or half of the metal face. The other half had disappeared, only
It leaves irregular stubbles and is very sharp.
He sneezed and choked up more dust, but for no reason, in the eyes with only faint red dots on the opposite side, he saw what he looked like now:
It has a blunt and short head and neck, thick limbs, a body about half a meter long, the upper part is covered with reddish-brown horny scales, and short spines go from the neck to the back to the end of the tail - a lizard-like creature of unknown species, about
Her face is too square and her chin is too short, giving her a silly look.
"Request for leave and apology: It's still the same thing as last time. I may have to stop for a few days in the future...but it shouldn't be like last time for half a month. I will try my best to update during the period."