The doubt "How could it be possible that I can't let go?" turned into a chilling realization in the next moment.
Although consciousness takes the form of a rope, it is still fundamentally different from a rope; generally speaking, as long as Lin Sanjiu interrupts the release of consciousness, it will inevitably break - just like a dam lowering its gate, it will naturally
There will be no water flow.
When she cannot let go of her consciousness, it means one thing: she has lost control of her consciousness.
The place where consciousness hung on the spacecraft felt like a nail was being driven into it, pinning Lin Sanjiu's consciousness firmly in place, making it unable to move.
It's not accurate to say nails; because nails don't seem to have infinite suction like this, ignoring the other party's will, continuously absorbing consciousness from Lin Sanjiu's body, forming a binding rope, slowly pulling them towards each other.
Pull up.
"I can't cut it off," the panic in Teacher Yi's voice became more and more intense, "Consciousness keeps being lost. If this continues, even I will -"
"Then what should we do?" Lin Sanjiu almost wanted to scream angrily, although she also understood that there was no point in getting angry at Teacher Yi. "Is this the only way to wait for death?"
Although affected by the strong wind at high altitude, the rope of consciousness did not drag them up quickly, but before her consciousness was exhausted, the group of them might have fallen into the hands of Oasis - Lin Sanjiu was extremely worried.
, suddenly an idea came to him, and he hurriedly shouted to the puppet master in his arm: "Great miko, great miko! Are you still there? Can you cut off my consciousness?"
...the answer is, no.
She soon felt: there was a strange force of consciousness that instantly penetrated into the rope of her consciousness, as if it wanted to form a barrier; however, before Lin Sanjiu had time to be happy, she found that not only did it not connect her consciousness
Her power was separated from the "nail", but she was stuck in the quagmire and could not pull out. With the great witch's grasp and control of her consciousness, when faced with the "nail" of Orcius, she completely degenerated into
It has lost its most basic and essential form, like a baby who is at a loss and unable to help.
Compared to the great witch, Lin Sanjiu's situation is even worse: her consciousness is sending her to death bit by bit.
"The great witch just slowed down our ascent a little," Teacher Yi said hastily. If she hadn't been a conscious representation, she would have almost cried.
At this moment, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt something vaguely and raised his head toward the spacecraft above.
Under the impact of the strong airflow and the bumps of the spacecraft, neither the light in the spacecraft nor her own vision could be called clear and stable; however, she still saw a blurry, soft image from inside the crack where the light flickered.
Her gentle, smiling face was condescending, waiting for them patiently.
Once pulled up, it will be the end of everyone; and they still have dozens of seconds left before their own end.
Lin Sanjiu suddenly buried her head, and for the first time she put her forehead on the puppet master's shoulder. They pressed her tightly, just like a child who would try to burrow under the quilt of his parents when he was scared. She listened to Yuan Xiangxi
The exclamation, the woolen doll's silence, she didn't even know if she shed tears; the wind was too strong and cold, and her face had long been numb.
She couldn't think of any other way to save herself: she couldn't even let go of her hands and let them fall alone - because her own consciousness had already firmly wrapped up everyone.
Besides, given their current condition, wouldn't falling lead to death?
After both she and the great witch lost control of their consciousness, Lin Sanjiu was unable to use the old woman's [Concept Collision] to relieve their conditions; she thought about all the special items on her body, but she didn't even think about it.
If they don't come out, which one is enough to fight against Oasis and create a glimmer of hope for them.
It seems that all I can do at this moment is rely on my friends and wait for the moment to be pulled up.
At this moment, the puppet master suddenly twisted his body, as if he was struggling to resist a force in his body that wanted to bend him down. If it weren't for the restraint of consciousness that he couldn't break free from, he might really have fallen.
Down - Lin Sanjiu was startled by his struggle. Her eyes turned to his face and found that he seemed to have fallen into a new nightmare: the skin at the corners of his eyes seemed to be cut and scratched, rapidly
Patches of rich blood red spread out.
Not only did the bright pink at the corners of his eyes turn to blood, but even his lips began to turn deep blood red; the puppet master, who was deeply in a dream, had less self-control than usual, and the repeated rage and ferocity distorted him
Half of his face, every breath he took was like a sharp thorn piercing into his own chest.
"Go back..." the puppet master muttered, his voice unclear. "Change..."
Lin Sanjiu's whole mind was still entangled with unwillingness and despair, and she still hadn't completely given up the idea of survival. The puppet master's sleepy murmurs had not reached her ears at all at this moment, and had long been blown away by the wind.
It struck her mind - the reason why she leaned closer to listen was entirely a subconscious action.
"He had such blood on the spaceship just now," Yuan Xiangxi, who was caught in his consciousness, shouted coldly: "What does this mean? What are we doing now? What will happen next?"
While on the spaceship...?
Lin Sanjiu was startled, and suddenly understood what Yuan Xiangxi meant. When she was just woken up, she also caught a glimpse of the blood red at the corners of the puppet master's face - could it be said that in the puppet master's nightmare at this time,
Did Orcius appear?
"Change..." His next words, muttered in his sleep, were so vague that he couldn't hear them clearly.
In just a few words, several people were hoisted up a long way, and Lin Sanjiu's head and shoulders had already penetrated the bottom of the belly of the spacecraft. In the corner of the cargo compartment, several
The large box that had not yet fallen out was moving back and forth across the floor and hitting the walls of the ship as the spacecraft bumped. The puppet master's voice was almost completely drowned out by the sound of wind, sirens, and the impact of heavy objects.
"What did he say?" Yuan Xiangxi held back his fear and asked in a loud voice, "What is going on now... what on earth is this?"
How could Lin Sanjiu have time to answer him? She could barely hear a few words murmuring clearly, and a thought had already struck her mind like lightning. Adrenaline rushed into her blood vessels, making her shiver uncontrollably.
"Do you have one?" She lowered her voice and asked the puppet master repeatedly: "Do you have such an item? Tell me, where is it?"
Even if someone deep in the dream could hear her voice, they would not be able to respond clearly.
Lin Sanjiu naturally knew this too. Under the impact of anxiety, worry, tension and hope, her hands were shaking so much that even a normal movement became more difficult.
He groped around his sleeves and waist, and finally touched something between the feathers that seemed to hold props.
Naturally, it was too late to turn over the pages one by one; Oasis's face was gradually enlarging above their heads.
Lin Sanjiu turned the entire holding prop into cards in one breath. At that moment, it was as if [Flat World] also sensed an existential crisis; the items inside the prop were transferred from Lin Sanjiu's possessions one by one at an almost crazy speed.
She turned it over in her mind - when she turned her palm over and tightly grasped something, she heard Oasis's voice, ringing clearly and clearly right above her head.
"So it's not a doll... That would be much more convenient." He said with satisfaction, "Give it to me along with your ability to catch the messenger."
Watching the news in the past few days, from west to east and back again, there are depressing news everywhere. The only difference is that the degree of hell is different, but they are all hell.
