Lying on the bed, Wang Ling didn't fall asleep for a long time, turned his head to look at Li Gan's empty bed, Wang Ling always felt that something was wrong, shouldn't the bloodline be fixed, why could Li Gan still touch the edge of the high level.

If the bloodline can really be improved in various ways, then what about oneself.

Half-sitting and leaning on the head of the bed, Wang Ling took the sake that was placed on the bedside table and took out of Li Gan's cabinet just now, drank it in small sips, and the scene of facing the apostle's terrifying soul oracle was projected in his mind like a movie.

When he saw the sphere forming, Wang Ling surprisingly did not feel horror in his heart, but felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It's like, when I occasionally pass by the street, I see a street lamp that suddenly turns red, a beautiful woman walking by, and a dog shit under my feet, a sense of familiarity that I have seen in a dream.

Looking at Bing Ning, who was resolute but also vaguely revealed panic, his face was full of horror, but he could read from his eyes that Wang Liding was very resolute as if he had made some kind of decision, and a thought suddenly popped up in Wang Ling's heart.

These people are not going to die here.

He didn't remember how he did it, and he raised his hands without thinking, and he could vaguely feel a sense of fear as he urged the singularity in his glove.

That is, the absolute fear of the inferior to the superior, perhaps just like when Jiang Zhishan showed his purple eyes, Bingning and they trembled unconsciously.

At the same time, there is also a sense of indifference, that is, it is like pinching a green worm in your hand, and you only need to control the power of your fingers to decide the survival of this little life.

"Those who try to blaspheme the king will be punished after all. Bing Ning and they didn't hear the words that came out of their mouths when Wang Ling stood there and looked at the Soul Apostle.

Wang Ling was completely unconscious, and he didn't even realize what he was saying. At this moment, he felt that something was pouring out of his limbs, and then flowing to his hands.

boiling hot

Hot

It's like when you put your arm close to the seam of your pants, then point your palm to the ground, and shake your shoulder up and down, a force suddenly hits your entire arm into your palm.

It's too hot

Wang Ling raised his hands high, and the power gushed out from his palms and into the pair of black gloves, and at the same time, the sense of fear disappeared, replaced by a sense of stretching of limbs.

It's as if the gloves suddenly became a part of your body.

And at this moment, Wang Ling could feel the gravity coming from the next level, which was so obvious.

It was as if silk threads were sticking out from every part of his body, going deep into the deepest part of the earth. Wang Ling looked around and saw that all the objects with mass had some silk threads.

And the air sphere that was about to fall overhead, like a dark cloud, densely covered with silk threads.

Wang Ling tried to touch it with his fingers, and found that these silk threads could be manipulated by his hands, as if they were smeared at random during sand painting.

And when those threads change, the gravity that pulls them begins to lighten.

Wang Ling understood, maybe this is the rule of the singularity, this is how it creates, or changes the gravitational field, although he doesn't know what the principle is.

"I can block it for ten seconds. Wang Ling raised his head again, looked at the sphere covered with silk threads, and said to Bingning.

And he did.

When the sphere began to fall, Wang Ling stretched out his hand full, and the dense silk threads writhed like ripples, resisting this power.

As the number of silk threads in his hands increased, Wang Ling slowly began to feel resistance, the rules of the world could not be trampled on like this, and they wanted to tell this challenger that the rules allowed to be humiliated.

The force that poured out from all over his body was strong, but it was not limitless, and when the sphere began to slow down, Wang Ling clearly felt that his body was protesting.

A feeling of dizziness similar to blood loss appeared, and every blood vessel began to heat up, as if the blood was already boiling.

"Alas. ”

An old voice sounded in Wang Ling's heart, this voice had become a little familiar to him, and over and over again, Wang Ling had become a little accustomed to this old thing that had recently begun to appear somewhere around him from time to time.

"It's the same again, it's going to be done again. The old voice didn't know what it was muttering.

Wang Ling didn't care about him, it was already time for the knife to be clamped around his neck, and he could even hear Bing Ning snorting not far away as he tried his best to release the Annihilation Domain.

"Forget it, again, and what. ”

After finishing speaking, the old voice disappeared, but Wang Ling suddenly felt that the power that gushed out of his body doubled almost instantly, and the blood in his veins could no longer be described as boiling, it was almost molten hot lead.

One day, the silk thread was twisted by Wang Ling, and the sphere not only stopped falling, but even began to rise slowly.

Without the effect of the gravitational field, the centripetal force generated by the rotation of the earth is throwing it off the surface.

However, this kind of power did not last long, Wang Ling didn't know that a few seconds had passed, and the field of annihilation around him had begun to become a little unstable, although he didn't have the time to turn his head to look, but Wang Ling could think that Bingning's expression at this time must be extremely ugly.

The sound of Wang Liding reciting the incantation, the sound of Li Gan and the apostles hitting each other, and the sound of Lin Ling praying quietly were all heard in Wang Ling's ears at this time.

The feeling of dizziness began to appear again, and the muscles in the calves seemed to be a little weak, and the strength in the hands was becoming heavier, as if they could not hold on.

His eyes began to gradually darken, Wang Ling felt that he was almost hot and about to smoke at this time, and the gloves had begun to spread out of the Dao cracks, and even began to fall off.

Finally, just like a lighter that burned for a long time and then burned out of kerosene, and finally after a few beats, only to be unwilling to extinguish. Wang Ling felt that the power from all parts of his body came to an abrupt halt, followed by a full sense of emptiness and exhaustion.

Wang Ling's realization was interrupted here, and he didn't know anything behind it, if it was according to what Lin Ling said, then Franklin should have appeared.

He certainly didn't arrive by chance and didn't show up for a long time, whether he wanted a few people to experience the horror from the apostles, or whether he wanted to test a few people.

Wang Ling couldn't guess Franklin's thoughts, in his opinion, everyone around him was full of mysteries, everyone seemed to know something, only he didn't know anything, and he didn't even know what he was.

Unable to sleep anyway, Wang Ling simply turned over and got out of bed, threw away the empty wine bottle that had been emptied, picked up a bottle of whiskey, unscrewed the cap and poured a big mouthful into his mouth.

The feeling was like taking a sip of fire, Wang Ling opened his mouth wide and rolled his eyes, spit out the residual wine in his mouth. He lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and walked to the balcony window with the wine bottle in his hand.

"yes, what the hell am I? Wang Ling whispered to himself.

Wang Ling knew in his heart that he was actually the one who was entangled in the most mysteries. The soul oracle that can't be awakened, won't be afraid of high-level geismans, the old things hidden in the body, the extremely fast recovery speed, and the small universe that occasionally explodes inexplicably.

He knew that the singularity glove could not emit such a powerful force, and the root cause was still his own.

But what the hell is he?

It's another big sip of hot liquor, spicy is a pain, not only chili, but also spicy wine.

The balcony did not draw the curtains, and Wang Ling looked silently through the window Although he had seen it for many days, he still couldn't accept that it was a real underground space.

Do the math, it has been a month and a half since Wang Ling joined the Soul Hunt, but the more he came into contact, the more confused he became.

It's like watching "Stealing the Pen", whenever I feel like I want to understand a pit, only to find that I have jumped into a bigger pit.

Looking at the "towering" elevator shaft in the distance, Wang Ling thought of "Eva" for no reason, and what was on his mind when Yodo Shinji sat in the first machine and faced the monster also called the Apostle.

Thinking of this, Wang Ling thought of the bewitching purple eyes of the Soul Apostle again, and shivered for no reason.

Compared to the seventeen apostles of the human race in "EVA", the soul apostle he faced seemed to be more violent, and he could even use a low-level air shield soul oracle to release a super cyclone comparable to a tropical storm.

If the object of his soul transfer is a high-level geist, then not everything is done, and there is still a possibility of winning.

"Prophet, do you think the Apostle of Souls will transfer their souls to the high-level geistins and become super-fierce? ”

The figure of the prophet appeared in the virtual mirror, and as his mouth opened and closed in the picture, the sound of the speaker in the room that I don't know where it was installed.

"According to calculations, the probability of this happening is not that high. The higher the bloodline level, the stronger the resistance to soul transfer. As an apostle, the bloodline of his ceiling can exert the power of each soul oracle corresponding to his own bloodline, which is also the most powerful part of his life as an apostle. Therefore, the Soul Apostle does not need to be willing to pursue the level of the puppet, for the Soul Apostle who has not fully awakened, there is almost no soul resistance, and the very flexible mid-to-low-level spirit that his Soul Oracle can use may be a more preferred choice. ”

"That's right," Wang Ling whispered, shaking his head, drank the rest of the wine in the bottle, dizzy, casually put the bottle on the balcony, and staggered back to the room.

"It's none of your business, thank you for helping me turn off the lights. I have to say that the prophet is not only very powerful as an editing computer, but also extremely powerful AI, including the Internet of Things.

The prophet turned off the light in the room, Wang Ling kicked off his slippers and lay down on the bed again, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally fell into a deep sleep.