To be connected to Sanya's brainwaves, Jiang Nanjun has to pull out his own brainwaves first. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He adjusted his state, stabilized his mood, closed his eyes, found the head of his brain pulse with his mind, and used his internal breath to keep his arm steady, and successfully pulled the brain wave out along the Tianchi acupoint, ready to connect with Sangya's heart vein.

He found the strongest one from a pile of discarded heart veins, but it was still too thin, and because it had not been used for a long time, it had lost its toughness and became soft and collapsed.

The first time he connected, he didn't succeed. As soon as the brainwave thread touched the mouth of the heart vessel, it shook suddenly, slid away, and wound upwards along the outer wall of the heart vein.

The caracal almost screamed, but in the end, he held back, firmly believing that Jiang Nanjun would definitely be able to do it.

Jiang Nanjun was in distress, cold sweat broke out on his back, he calmed down, and saw that the thread was still between his fingers, so he was relieved.

He understands that as long as there is a slight change in mood, the brain waves will react, so at this moment, distracting thoughts are his worst enemy.

So he didn't rush to make a second attempt, and went to see the caracal first.

His brother, always smiling at him, his eyes full of trust, lifted his spirits and regained his strength.

He bent his fingers, retracted the wave little by little, and realigned it with the thin hole of the heart vein.

This time, it still didn't work, and then it failed several times in a row, and there were dangers in between.

Although the brainwave line head did not get out of his hand, the wave line was actively out of control several times, almost hitting the atrial wall and touching the blood element foundation. However, every time a dangerous situation occurs, he can pull the thread and pull the jagged ripples back in time to resolve the crisis.

"Big brother, don't be discouraged, you can do it!" The caracal sweat was like rain, and he couldn't help it, so he softly encouraged.

I don't know if this encouragement has worked, but finally one time, the thread found the pinhole in the heart vein, and "slipped" into it.

"It's done!" Jiang Nanjun was overjoyed, for fear that there would be a blockage in the blood vessels, and the naughty brain wave retreated by itself, hurriedly slapped the blood vessels a few times, closed his eyes again, and entered his mind with consciousness again.

His brain waves and Sanya's heart veins were connected in this way.

Back in his mind, he kept thinking about two words: deep.

The brain wave obediently straightened the sawtooth, jumping forward like a small snake, and the speed and frequency of the fluctuation also accelerated sharply, rotating rapidly in a circle, and then spiraling into a spiral, but this time it was with the heart vein, drilled back into the brain from the Tianchi acupoint.

Soon his brain waves passed through his heart and entered Sanya's brain. As soon as his body shook, the caracal vanished from his eyes. He left Sanya's atrium realm and stepped into another room.

This room was the same room that Sanya stayed in when she started casting spells.

The image projected by the heart probe mirror was blurry, and at that time she could only see what she was doing, and as for the layout of the room, Jiang Nanjun didn't have a chance to take a closer look until this time.

Compared to the atrium with a blood foundation on the walls and a cold glow, this secret room hidden in her brain looked much more normal.

In the secret room, along the four walls, a circle of high-burning white candles is neatly placed, and in the center is a circular meditation platform for her to meditate and cast spells.

On the wall facing the Zen platform, there is a huge word "heart" in wild grass, which is made of cinnabar ink. There is ink dripping from the edge of the words, and at first glance, it looks like it is written in blood, which is really heart-wrenching.

Standing in the room, Jiang Nanjun looked behind him, although he came in, he didn't see any door that passed. On the four walls, except for the one where the word "heart" is written, the other three sides are as white as snow and spotless.

It doesn't matter if you can't find the door, the key is to find Sanya. He blinked, shook his head, and looked closely, and saw a carved window on a white wall that was only a foot above the ground. Sanya was still wearing a pale pink cardigan dress, leaning against the window and looking into the distance.