When we say that a person has a good premonition, we often use the saying "the sixth sense is very strong". In fact, it means that in addition to the five senses, the sixth self-consciousness is very strong, so it can detect some seemingly unrelated things.
A metaphor for the details of future development.
Manas consciousness, as the seventh sense, is also the source of the soul's self. It is a higher level than it, so it can feel the existence of ghosts, spirits, and other dimensions that do not belong to this world.
In our field of catching ghosts and suppressing evil spirits, not everyone is born with yin and yang eyes, ears for detecting ghosts, and a spiritual mouth, but almost without exception, they all have a much sharper mana consciousness than ordinary people, which is what we usually call
"Feeling evil", "detecting evil spirit".
When I went up to the third floor, especially after entering the infirmary, this weird and uneasy feeling had been lingering in my mind, but intuitively, it didn't seem like an ordinary resentful spirit.
The fat man was looking for medicine and didn't want to have more trouble, so he didn't use ghost eyes to check the situation in the room on the spot.
Later, after I was moved to a room on the fourth or fifth floor, the weird feeling became even more elusive. It seemed to tell me that there was nothing sneaky here, even if there was an unprovoked knock on the door and even an unknown figure appeared.
, but the induction of spiritual bodies deep in my spiritual consciousness told me that those were not ghosts, or rather were not the essence of ghosts.
Thinking of this, a conjecture naturally came to mind. Maybe the real culprit that caused me to be locked into the circulation space was outside the room on the third floor. It might be something similar to the ghost descending in southern Xinjiang, which was used to involve flesh and blood or
Cultivated by the secret technique of breeding Gu, Guijiang itself is more inclined to be dead but not dead, and can even return to the bardo body of Yang. Therefore, it is somewhat different from the standard undead, earth-bound spirits and the like that I have seen before.
different.
After thinking about this, I decided to go back to the third floor, open my ghost eyes, and face the mastermind directly.
As long as I lift up the white cloth covering the specimen bottle in front of me, I can go back to the third floor. Although I don't know what will be waiting for me after that, I will continue to wait. Even if I am fine for the time being, Fatty and Ah
Lang was afraid that if he was delayed for one more minute, his life would be in danger.
I didn't hesitate to pull open the thin white cloth, but this time it took a long time to float up. It seemed like an invisible hand was quietly and slowly opening it, just to let me see clearly.
scene.
He has slender limbs, a tall figure, and some thin but still quite strong muscles if you look closely. He looks very much like a rural man who has been engaged in certain physical labor since he was a child. His body is not strong but very thick.
Seeing that the white cloth was about to be lifted over my head and neck, the face that had been hidden in the shadows before and was transferred before I could see it clearly was finally revealed.
If that face is also a normal one, then it seems that it is just a pure sacrifice, not a zombie transformed into a Gu beast.
The white cloth was all lifted up, and then there was no wind, and it floated strangely but naturally above the specimen bottle.
Below is a normal and ordinary face, neither happy nor sad, not ugly and scary, and not necessarily handsome, but it made me feel like I was falling into an abyss and almost collapsed to the ground.
The person inside is me.
To be precise, it had the exact same face as mine, and a figure that matched exactly with mine. It was just that before I saw the face, I didn't associate the true form of the corpse inside with mine.
Only then did I notice that the little finger of the opponent's right foot was obviously shorter than the little finger of his left foot. This is also a unique feature of my toes. Although it is not a big deal and does not hinder walking, I did wonder when I was a child. Why
The corresponding toes on both sides of other people are the same length, I am the only exception.
The doctor at the village health center said that this was nothing serious. There were as many people born with obvious differences in fingers and toes as there are grains of sand in the Ganges. It was not uncommon for people to have multiple digits without missing fingers, so I didn’t need to worry about it at all.
But the specimen in front of me actually "happens" to have the same toes and the same face as me, so it can't be a coincidence.
Suddenly, I had an extremely absurd but real illusion. Could it be that I was dead, that what was lying in the bottle was my body, and that I had become a lonely ghost?
It is also because of this that I can break through the limitations of time and space and travel freely and quickly among the three rooms, because the walls and floors are just a thicker water surface for the soul.
I touched my cheek, which was still warm, and felt my pulse, which was still beating.
I'm not dead, I'm not dead, it's just a coincidence.
I kept comforting myself with these words, but even I couldn't convince myself that there would "just happen" to be a person in the world who was exactly like me in every aspect. When I "just happened" to be imprisoned in the Suspended Soul
When entering a ladder-like space, it "happens" to become the mechanism that triggers space transfer.
Looking at the pale and familiar face in the bottle, floating swaying in the bubble-filled liquid, I even felt a kind of suffocation in my throat and nasal cavity, and smelled the formalin.
Pungent smell.
No, it’s impossible! When did I die?
I frantically picked up the mahogany sword and slashed hard at the specimen bottle, hoping to break the shackles in front of me and confirm with my own eyes whether the corpse inside was actually me.
However, the facts did not make me wish. I suddenly felt a spin, and I fell to the ground as if I had lost my balance. When I raised my head again, the white cloth was still covering the bottle well, and I was lying on the ground, holding a peach tree in one hand.
Sword, supporting his body with one hand and trying to get up.
What happened? I was transferred again?
I quickly turned back and looked at the door. Yes, it was the slightly charred and deformed door on the third floor. Because I had come into contact with the specimen bottle on the fifth floor, I was teleported back here again.
The corpse of "my" in front of me disappeared, which made me calm down a little, but the strange and indescribable feeling in my heart still lingered.
What should I do? Open the two specimen bottles in front of me and on the fourth floor to confirm whether it is me or not?
I stretched out my hand tremblingly, my movements trembling a little. Reason told me that you are still alive, and everything is probably just an illusion. Have you seen this trick often? Didn't the fetus spirit pull you into something similar to the mother's womb before?
in the hallucination.
But at the same time, an increasingly real feeling of empathy emanated from every pore in my body. I felt that my body was surrounded by lubricating and cold liquid, and my body was light and fluttery, as if I was immersed in the deep sea, with no foothold or support. My whole body felt a little...
The numb and powerless life is like a dying body that is on the verge of death, but the soul refuses to leave for a long time.