Doomsday Wonderland

"It's different from the past... Now you have opened up the evolutionary of consciousness," the big witch looked indifferently at the male evolutionary in front of him, whispering: "The understanding of consciousness is horrible."

Bohemian shun nodded and then thought about it: "Ah? What do you mean?"

The dark-skinned strange man frowned, just because the big witch was confused and unhappy - he couldn’t see the two people in the star of consciousness, turned his eyes without focus, and asked: "You The tone is quite big. What do you contact me to do? Who are you? How did you make me unable to see you?"

"The evolutionists who built this figurative hall are all my generation. After so many years, they have not survived a lot," the big witch looked around in a circle of villages that were ideologically simulated, sighing low. "So I have lost a lot of ways to use the museum. You just use it as a way to connect with a certain doomsday world. It is really overkill."

Both Bohemian and the man were curious. The man hesitated and replied: "I was randomly sent to the world. I just knew that it also has a branch in your place... Is it difficult to play the museum?"

Many years ago, I did not know who discovered a law: when in a figurative world, the evolver can get in touch with the person in the simulated, real doomsday world. In a certain sense, it is like the real and the reflection at the ends of a mirror - of course, the contact object must also be an evolutionary ideology.

"Of course. If you follow my words, your understanding of consciousness will soon rise to a higher level. I have said before that the conscious starry sky is like the 'World Wide Web', and every one of us who developed the conscious evolutionary It is a computer that is connected by the starry sky." The big witch said here, looking back at the direction they came in - after the hillsides and the woods, it was still the morning sun.

Bohemia also glanced at it subconsciously, just to regain his gaze, but stopped again, and slowly frowned. The way the sun shines in the air always makes her feel less right.

“And the figurative hall allows us to connect with the evolutionary in a particular world without the ‘online.” The big witch smiled and slowly reached out to the man in front of him. "You all know this... but it allows us to connect, not just one person."

The dark-skinned man was suddenly shocked and took two steps back: "What? Just, what was it?"

The big witch's white and thin palm seemed to reach his chest, but he didn't feel it. He scanned back and forth: "I just--what I felt like--"

"That is me," her voice was clear and steady, forming an irresistible order: "Next, you must follow the instructions I gave you, and do what I need you to do."

The man hesitated and nodded, his eyes turned two laps. He felt the existence of the big witch's palm, but he couldn't believe it. In theory, they should only see the images of each other's consciousness. After all, one is in the starry sky, the other is in the sky. In the real doomsday world.

Bohemia looked at the two quickly and looked back at the distance again. The sun cast a circle in the air, and a little gold glare glowed from the edge of the hillside; she stared at the sunlight for a moment, and suddenly looked awkward: "That, that-"

"I know."

The big witch girl interrupted her without returning. "You stand by me. When I want you to run, you better rush out of this branch. Do you understand?"

When she had not finished speaking this sentence, Bohemia had already seen what was shining in the distant air; it was not the sun, but a star that rushed from far to near. Her heartbeat almost stopped - the number of stars was so much that she couldn’t figure out how many people there were, and there was only a large number of dazzling stars in the eye, like the Northern Lights. They are rushing.

"There are too many people!" Bohemia couldn't help but scream, "What are you doing? Can you stop so many people?"

"Give you a reminder, child, I don't like others to question me."

The big witch stood straight on the cobblestone path, and the starlight that hit the high speed behind her seemed to be unconscious. One of her hands was still in front, and the large skirt that fell from the waist slid down, but was gently blown by the wind that should not exist. Just as Bohemia’s heart was playing drums, and when he was ready to see the machine, he immediately turned his head and ran. The starlight had already blown up, and she had to squint her eyes.

"The network can not only connect us," the light golden hair of the big witch was haunted by the starlight behind her. "You can also transfer data."

Not waiting for Bohemia to understand what she meant by this sentence, she was given a spirit by a "run!" word, and she immediately returned to God. She did not dare to delay, suddenly turned into a star in the distance and leaped into the air, rushing to the direction of the exit; when the wind was galloping, she took the time to quickly glance back.

"The currency is a binder.... The name of this doomsday world is really long, isn't it?"

With the gentle, almost arrogant hand of the big witch, she threw out something from the ripple of water that she opened. It is difficult to explain what it is because it is invisible and colorless. Like a stream of air, it rushed into the sky of consciousness from the real doomsday world. The star of the star chasing the big witch was suddenly rolled up. In a scream, the stars turned into human figures, splashing from the sky above the small village.

It is indeed a "spray". No one's body is still intact, and there are no limbs, torso or skulls; whether it is a human body or a house, everything that has been hit by that "airflow" is all divided - from one Beginning with large blocks of broken limbs and heads, they gradually split into fist-sized blocks; however, this explosion-like dispersion seems to have no end. When Bohemia turned back for the third time, it was found that the evolutionists were still Continue to split into smaller pieces, even though they are still trying their best to try to gather their own consciousness.

To be honest, she couldn't see the glittering pieces that couldn't be shredded. It was still human. Those evolvers are undoubtedly alive, but the consciousness is suddenly dispersed into countless pieces, which is equivalent to being completely dispelled by consciousness...

Bohemia slammed shut and looked back at the fragments of consciousness in the air.

If she can take the opportunity to absorb a little consciousness...

I haven’t put a thank you list for a long time. I’m going to sleep today, get up early tomorrow.