Regarding his father, Ronan couldn't control his emotions and had random thoughts.
If it is only on the "inner earth" side, is it definitely possible? Theoretically, the only person who truly knows and is qualified to confirm Luo Zhongheng's life and death is Li Wei, so why not penetrate into the deep blue world?
But if you want to hope for a miracle and want to hide it from Li Wei, where should you look for it?
"Inner Earth" cannot be found, "Outer Earth"?
For a few minutes, Ronan's thinking was completely illogical and he was in a trance. He couldn't bear to eat like this, and finally stayed up until the end of dinner. He was in no state to chat with his uncle and aunt anymore. He said "I have something" and retreated to the second floor.
In the bedroom, continue to monitor the spiritual ocean and everything in the dream world.
During this period, he also thought about ignoring these things for the time being, exerting his utmost concentration, studying the questions carefully, and improving efficiency, but the messy accuracy rate still forced him back to the spiritual ocean, watching the turbulent dreams, waiting for the announcement.
The time has come.
The guaranteed time of 6 hours is meaningless, it was easily exceeded.
Ronan didn't expect the results to come out within 6 hours. Even if it was already midnight, he had the consciousness to continue to stay up until the early morning. But at this time, he suddenly realized that there was something nearby, specifically, where he was.
In each house, there are fluctuations reflected in the spiritual ocean, which correspond to the shouts of the "Void Fairy".
This is... uncle and aunt?
Well, they were also affected. This is not surprising. After all, his uncle and aunt are the people who have the closest relationship with Luo Zhongheng. It is difficult to stay away from this "sweeping robot"-style all-encompassing call.
Ronan secretly said sorry. It was polite not to look at the situation and information induced by the "Void Fairy" to avoid any embarrassing situations. It would be better to go back and read the summary of "Cloak". If there are any sensitive or important matters, come back.
It’s not too late to make arrangements.
But then, there was another affected target in this house, which surprised Ronan.
Moya?
This... seems unreasonable?
Moya was born in 1973. Luo Zhongheng was already in the wilderness when he remembered it, and he might not be able to see him once a year. That is, from 2083 to 2086, in just two or three years, Luo Zhongheng took his mentally ill father, Ya Ya
Xueyu's son returned to Xiacheng and had more interactions with him.
But at that time, Luo Zhongheng still had to run between Xiacheng and the wilderness, fighting for the ownership of the laboratory, looking for favorable evidence for his father, and dealing with negative public opinion and lawsuits. There was rarely any time for peace and quiet.
Everyone gathers less and separates more, so why is Moya so impressed by this uncle...almost agitated?
Ronan felt something unusual. He hesitated and hesitated, but finally his thoughts moved over:
Sorry, sorry, at most I will stand by your side in any "family war" from now on!
While Ronan secretly apologized, he probed his mind into Moya's dream world. After some unstable fragmented information flew over, Ronan saw Luo Zhongheng. There was blood oozing from one pore, and he fell on the floor of the living room.
Twitching Luo Zhongheng.
At this time, Luo Zhongheng was by no means as relaxed as he was in the "Parenting Course". He was so thin that his outline was somewhat deformed. He had an unkempt beard that looked like he hadn't groomed it for a long time, as if he had just returned home after a long journey.
Just fell down.
Looking at the family layout and furnishings, this is Ronan's current home in Nader District, with almost no changes.
There was no one else at home. Moya, who was probably in elementary school at the time, reacted very calmly and called the emergency number immediately. However, disturbed by her voice, Luo Zhongheng on the ground raised his hand and stopped her:
"Xiaoya, there's no need to fight, no, I'm just doing a practice experiment... It's really just an experiment, and it's good for the body!"
In order to strengthen his persuasion, Luo Zhongheng, who got up with the help of Moya, also demonstrated a method between magic and kung fu, such as "retrieving objects from the air", and successfully convinced his niece.
"So, after the experiment is successful, you will teach me, right?"
"Of course, you are my niece. Apart from Nannan, we are the closest."
Moya, who is a little over ten years old, is quite satisfied with her uncle's promise and feels that she should do something.
Luo Zhongheng said: "Then help me get a pack of wet wipes. I feel sticky and uncomfortable."
"Shouldn't I take a shower at this time?"
Moya complained in a motherly manner and went to help Luo Zhongheng get wet wipes. However, the wet wipes in the living room happened to be used up. When she found the wet wipes and returned, she found that Luo Zhongheng was no longer in the living room, but he did not leave either. He was just sitting there.
On the steps outside the foyer of this house, his body was hunched, as if he was silently staring at the small courtyard, and he seemed to be completely empty.
At that moment, Moya could feel that her uncle was miserable.
The perceptual cognition in Moya's dream memory made Ronan feel dazed for a moment. But soon, having already understood the twists and turns of his father's life, he forced himself into a rational track: Obviously, Luo Zhongheng's situation back then was most likely a matter of form and spirit.
In an imbalanced state, the power of the soul causes backlash to the physical body.
According to his own experience, Luo Zhongheng should have also been introduced to "Format Theory" at that time and had reached a certain level. He had clearly defined his own format and logic, and was in a period of rapid growth and expansion of his soul power.
In this way, considering the process of perfecting the theory, it will take many years to lay the foundation beforehand, and the basic practice is frankly a bit crooked, at least the "drug route". To be cautious, extending the front line is the wisest choice.
In this way, Luo Zhongheng should have started relevant practice in the mid-to-late 1970s, which was already after he "abducted" Bu Qingwen to the wilderness laboratory.
Ronan assessed and speculated that Moya's dream memories were also continuing to churn.
The uncle and niece still rarely see each other every month or two, but Luo Zhongheng fulfilled his promise, even though he only taught Moya some righteousness and some tips on speaking out.
Moya's talent in this area is actually mediocre, and he hasn't made any great achievements in practice.
However, Luo Zhongheng adjusted her vocal training methods in a targeted manner based on her breath characteristics. He also taught her useful finger exercises to help her practice guitar, which fully stimulated her musical talent.
As a result, Mo Ya's feelings towards Luo Zhongheng are naturally different.
At this time, Ronan completely understood why Moya, his cousin, unconditionally supported him in doing those taboo studies. It was clearly because of the example of his good uncle Luo Zhongheng and the benefit of the advance.
Maybe she thought this was what cultivation was like.
Thinking of the past five or six years, Moya tried every means to help him cover up and provided financial aid many times, which made Ronan laugh silently.
At this time, Moya's churning memory bubbles suddenly went into a trance, becoming extremely fragmented and blurry, and the tone changed a bit, becoming like a brazier burning in a dark room, dull, dark red and hot.
Then came a series of scenes that lacked sequence and logic, but left Ronan speechless.
"Holy shit!"
Ronan really screamed, and in the dead of night, even Ruiwen next door heard it.