Several fences split the firelight, allowing them to get through the gaps between the fences, making everything in Li Yue's eyes swaying and making it difficult to see clearly.
Fishy!
Blood stains were smeared on the earthen wall, layered on top of each other, like paint that had been scattered randomly, exuding a pungent and unpleasant smell.
Noisy!
The place where he was was enveloped in noise, and the vibrations caused by the sound waves stirred up the dust, which fell from the wall above and dripped on Li Yue's head, tickling.
Chaos!
The strange thing is that whether it is the light of fire, the smell of blood or dust, it is reflected in Li Yue's perception... it does not seem to be that uncomfortable, but instead creates a sense of excitement, as if something great is happening.
Just waiting in front.
Li Yue was still thinking about where this was. He shook his head subconsciously, raised his hand to wipe off the dust on his head, and found something interesting.
I have no hands.
Not only are there no hands - no eyes, no nose, no ears are missing, nothing at all.
A bare brain.
There are ravines and ravines, no hands or feet, and the grooves of the brain are still stained with ashes. Under the swaying light of the fire, there are many shadows, and it looks quite deep...
Wait a minute, without facial features, how do we perceive fire, sound waves and dust?
Li Yue just raised a question, and then he grasped the whole place where he was - a square, shabby stone house with three stone walls and a locked iron door at the back; there was no wall at the front.
Covered with iron fences and carved with sharp thorn flowers...
If you want to get through... your whole brain will be scratched to pieces.
With the extension of his thoughts, what Li Yue could perceive became more and more concrete - the walls on the left and right were stained with blood, covered with new and old ones like cowhide advertisements, and then... there were a lot of weapons?
Needless to say, the machete is of course full of scratches and is an old object, not very powerful; the chain hammer is small, with teeth and claws...revealing the style of medieval knights.
The big sword, unfortunately, was broken and was stuck sideways in the corner; the hand crossbow and crossbow arrows were of varying quality and stained with rust.
The two muskets were crossed and hung neatly, but they didn't even have bullets.
And... what happened to that sickle? The pole is almost ten feet long. Was it made by man?
Immediately afterwards, Li Yue felt that there was a brain about the same size as his own, and it flew to the side of the sickle. He lifted it up with his mind amidst a creaking sound, and swung it twice beautifully, looking very handy.
Looks like.
One, two, three... Counting Li Yue's total of fifteen brains, they are all trapped in this stone room like Li Yue, accompanied by the smell of blood and noise; but different from Li Yue
Yes, these brains seem to know exactly what to do. They form groups of threes and twos, their frontal lobes are in contact with each other, their brain grooves are trembling, and they vaguely reveal a sense of excitement.
So we saw that in the semi-enclosed stone room, some of the fifteen "brains" were choosing weapons, some were discussing in groups, and there was Li Yue... who was in a daze.
It's like a child's messy graffiti, forcibly putting together several unrelated things into a painting. The layers are stacked and cannot be modified, and finally it becomes such an extremely distorted work.
The ubiquitous smell of blood and flickering firelight... always remind Li Yue that this place is not simple, but until this moment, Li Yue's mood is still relaxed, and he feels a little absurd in his relaxation.
Okay, it’s a dream.
This was of course Li Yue's first reaction - this dream seems to be quite innovative. He has become a monster in the stone chamber... and is he having a meeting with his fellow monsters?
Thinking of this, Li Yue suddenly felt a feeling that was difficult to realize in dreams - headache.
With a headache, some messy memory fragments suddenly appeared in Li Yue's mind. He knew that this group of lonely brains floating in the air was called Naoling, and he became Naoling...
Obviously, the brain spirit can sense the surrounding environment and also has the basic ability to move objects with thoughts. Otherwise, Li Yue would not be able to "see" the fire and "hear" the noise.
It's quite realistic, and the background is set. This dream is indeed mine... Li Yue guessed that he might have played too many games a while ago, so that he would have such a dream at night.
Dang!
The sound of gold and iron hitting each other passed through the iron fence of the thorn flower and fell into Li Yue's perception, interrupting Li Yue's thoughts.
With a thought, Li Yue floated towards the iron fence, wanting to see what was happening outside; but it turned out that there was still a wall outside the fence, with two huge torches hanging alone on the wall, with a trace of moonlight seeping from them, revealing a dangerous meaning. "Why are you wandering around? You look like a lost fool. Have you picked a guy?" While wandering, an idea fell into my mind.
Li Yue turned his "head" and found that the brain spirit who had just been playing with the sickle was standing in front of him.
"Who do you want to pick? Weapon?" Li Yue asked instinctively, suddenly mastering the skill of communicating thoughts, like muscle memory.
The brain spirit in front of him swung the sickle twice more, and finally settled on a position of dragging the knife. It was quite cool: "Of course! I haven't had a brain spirit on the Colosseum in so many years, so you have to take advantage of it!" p>
Colosseum?
Li Yue suddenly realized it, and thought that it was no wonder he looked familiar - gladiators were always locked in a small dark room like this before going on stage, selecting weapons and waiting to go on stage...
This explains the closed layout of the room and the noise outside, but what about the blood stains on the wall?
The deep-hidden blood was as black as mud. It didn't necessarily smell like fishy rust, but it was almost a stench... Is there any gladiator who would fight a round in the waiting room first? He's not that stupid, is he?
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But... assuming it's a monster colosseum, Wo Li Dou seems to make sense?
Li Yue felt the absurdity around him and temporarily gave up rational deduction - just dreaming, whatever, let's see what great pictures can be imagined in his head.
"Yes, the brothers have all taken care of them, but you are still here and you are not active at all." The brain spirit in front of him complained, "I have agreed with them that they will listen to my command in a while. This time we
We need to make a name for ourselves! We need to let them know that Brain Spirit is also a powerful warrior!"
Li Yue felt the enthusiasm of his compatriot Naoling, and found it quite ridiculous - What kind of gladiator is Naoling? Wouldn't this small body die at the first touch?
But if 15 of them come together, maybe they can have some fighting power?
Li Yue complained as a bystander, without any sense of nervousness, just looking forward to how far this dream would take him.
There were many times when Li Yue remembered that he was dreaming. Whenever he got to the key points, he would either drag on and not get to the topic, or stop abruptly and be very boring. The most annoying thing was that Ben was dreaming about this main plot, and he was dreaming.
Then I changed my main line and became lonely.
"Hey, did you hear that? I'm talking to you." Li Yue didn't respond for a long time, and the brain on the other side was a little unhappy, "Just grab a few more crossbows and shoot arrows from a distance. No matter who the enemy is, my tactics are
All will succeed, victory is ours..."
Li Yue focused his thoughts on the weapons on the wall. He did not intend to use the crossbow, but instead picked up the two muskets.
"Hey, hand crossbow, hand crossbow!" Naoling was angry, and the sickle was pressed against Li Yue's head, bringing a chill.
Li Yue wrinkled his head and felt quite unhappy - In my dream, could I still be bullied by you?
Give me the Gatling!
Li Yue used his thoughts to imagine a powerful guy to scare his companions, but... nothing happened.
"Hurry up." Nao Ling's sickle was pulled, and Li Yue's meninges were injured, and fluid flowed down.
It hurts!
It was like a small carving knife, embedded in my brain with a "click" sound.
Li Yue was shocked - this pain is so real, could it be... not a dream?