And at this moment, in the community of Zhengji's old home, there is the same darkness and silence, but there is a person who looks around sneakily in the dark, and then quietly runs downstairs to Zhengji's house with a barb in his hand.

When I looked closely, I was covered with a black cloth over my cheeks, leaving only a pair of thief's eyes outside.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the masked man looked around sneakily, listened to the movements around with his ears, and found that there was no noise except for the wind, he gritted his teeth, carried the rope on his shoulder, slowly grabbed the iron railing on the first floor, climbed up hard, and climbed up to the window on the second floor by means of the railing.

There is no balcony on the second floor, so there is no place to borrow strength, at this time the rope on the man's body has a place to use, I saw him climbing the window with one hand, taking the rope with the other, aiming at a bulge on the third floor two meters high, and gently throwing, the iron lock was accurately hung on the top, and there was a crisp "ding" sound, which was particularly clear in the silent night sky.

The man was startled, involuntarily the cat raised his waist, looked around nervously, and after a few minutes, found that there was no movement around, the man wiped the sweat on his forehead, straightened up, pulled the rope, and after making sure it was firm, he stared at the wall with one foot, pulled the rope with one hand, and slowly climbed up towards the politician position above his head little by little.

Trembling on the bulge of the balcony on the third floor, the masked man took a deep breath and gently pushed the glass, a hint of joy flashed in the corner of his eyes, the glass was not locked! It's open! As soon as he pushed hard, the window was pushed open, and the dark room was displayed in front of him like an unconcealed ** beauty.

The masked man gently rolled into the room, carefully took out a pair of gloves from his bag and put them on his hands, it can be seen that this person's anti-reconnaissance awareness is quite strong, and then he took out a small flashlight, gently flipped the switch, and searched around with excitement and apprehension in his heart.

At this time, Zhengji didn't know that his family had been patronized by the gentleman on Liang, he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, breathing quietly according to the cultivation method given to him by Itachi, since the last mental frustration, he was more intuitively aware of his own shortcomings and the importance of his spirit, and he would practice his spiritual power every night, he could feel that this set of exercises was indeed very useful, and his spiritual power had increased significantly after persevering these days, his consciousness was more clear, and his senses were significantly sharper. On weekdays, it is easy to stay up late at work.

The three hooks in the eyes rotated slightly, consuming mental power, and Zhengji has now been able to do it with two hearts, while constantly exercising the writing wheel eye, using the writing wheel eye to consume the spiritual power of the person, but on the other hand, he silently used the exercises, forgetting the things and me, while consuming, while supplementing, so that his spirit has been more fully tempered.

Unconsciously, his breathing gradually became long and steady, and he unconsciously entered the consciousness space, which was still a familiar scene, a familiar blood red.

"You're here?" Itachi's magnetic voice rang in Masaki's ears.

"Well, are you alright?" Masaki's face was overjoyed, and he asked as he looked at Itachi who walked out slowly.

"What's the difference if there's something or not, here, it's all the same," Itachi said with helplessness and powerlessness in his tone.

Masaki was slightly stunned when he heard this, looked at Itachi's negative expression, and then looked at the monotonous scenery around him, and secretly sympathized in his heart, indeed, in this lonely space, there is no life, no time, everything is so boring, no wonder Itachi would say such a thing, in this dark space, I am afraid that it would have collapsed a long time ago, and I only stayed for such a short time last time, and I felt that my life was like a year, let alone a long-term Itachi.

Looking at Itachi's lifeless face, Masaki's eyes suddenly lit up and asked, "In this space, is everything as I want?" ”

Itachi was stunned when he heard Masaki's question, nodded and said, "Theoretically, this is the case, because this is your sea of consciousness, so you can be said to be an omnipotent god in this space."

"Then can I create in the space at will, like the Creator?" Masaki asked with blazing eyes, he remembered an Indian myth and legend, which seems to say that everything in the world lives in Brahma's dream, and everything dissipates when he wakes up, so can he create a world in his spiritual world like Brahma to help Itachi stop being lonely for a while.

When Itachi heard this, a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes, he seemed to understand what Masaki wanted to do, he nodded and shook his head and said: "I know your good intentions, you want to create a world in this sea of consciousness, it is okay, not to mention that it is just drinking to quench thirst, it has no practical meaning, and your current mental power is not enough to construct a large-scale illusion in the entire consciousness space." ”

Masaki didn't answer, he slowly closed his eyes, and the whole person slowly floated in the consciousness space, flying higher and higher, until midair, Itachi watched Masaki's actions, knowing that he was probably making up his mind, so he sighed and flew to his side.

"God said, let there be light," Masaki muttered to himself, imagining the coming of light in the middle of his consciousness, pointing to the eastern sky, as soon as the words fell, a dazzling round of bright light suddenly appeared above the eastern sky, illuminating the dark red space, and the light filled the line of sight.

"God said, Let there be the fellowship of day and night", as soon as the words fell, tomorrow faded, but instead of a crooked moon, the night sky was no longer white, but a soft warm color.

"God said, there should be the earth and the river", Zhengji thought slightly, and in the space where it was difficult to distinguish between heaven and earth, a piece of land like an island gradually appeared in sharp edges, and on the earth, some rivers meandered vertically and horizontally.

Zhengji's forehead was sweating slightly, and he felt that his spiritual power was being consumed bit by bit, but he didn't stop, he pointed to the ground again, and read: "There should be life on the earth!" On the island he had created, a magical scene appeared, with trees, flowers, and thorns, sprouting, spitting, and branching all over the island at a speed visible to the naked eye, and animals imaginable by Masaki were tossing and jumping in it.

Masaki gasped slightly, gave the Itachi who was looking at him worriedly a reassuring look, and said, "There should be humans in life!" After saying this, the green tendons on his head twitched, and he felt that his spiritual power was gushing out like flowing water, and he quickly imagined the appearance of human beings in his mind, constructing everyone's personality and appearance, which, in fact, is that Masaki is trying his best to combine the reality of life in the imagination, like a miracle, the earth seems to have come out of nothing, a human body appears on it, and even the clothes are the same as the world in which Masaki lives, and if you look closely, you will find that these people created by Masaki, The appearance was similar to all kinds of people he had seen in his life, after the appearance of the hundredth human being, Masaki gasped, and his brain felt even tighter, he knew that he was afraid that he had reached the limit, after all, it was already his limit to construct so many people in such a short period of time, not to mention, to give these people different personalities and emotions.

"Okay, it's almost, let's do it first, it's already very good", Itachi looked at the slightly trembling Masaki with some emotion, and his heart was very moved, he knew that to construct such a small island world in this empty space, even if he won a lot, it would take a lot of energy, not to mention Masaki, a novice, you can imagine how much mental power Masaki consumed for him.

"Whew, whew, I'm fine, this small city is not perfect, Itachi, give me some time, I will slowly improve every day, I have thought about it, this world in consciousness is constructed according to the world model I live in now, let Itachi you first use this as a model, familiarize yourself with the appearance of the outside world, and when my mental strength is enough in the future, I will help you find a suitable carrier as soon as possible, so that you will no longer have a tasteless existence in this boring world", Masaki said while sitting cross-legged on the island.

"Thank you, Masanori, although this island is only a small part of this consciousness space, but for me, it is enough to pass a little boring time, and it is my luck to have a friend like you in this strange world", Itachi said with a smile.

"But, you know what? Creation alone is just the beginning, if you want to keep this world as it is, you must use mental power to maintain the operation of it, just like imagination, if you want to keep dreaming, you must always imagine, spiritual power is indispensable, are you sure you want to use mental power all the time to maintain? That's a big burden for you," Itachi said suddenly.

"It's okay, I feel like I can support these burdens", Masaki crossed his legs, feeling the consumption of mental power, after experiencing the huge consumption of the initial creative spiritual power, the mental power needed to maintain it now is also within the scope of Masaki's ability.

Itachi looked at the political discipline of the cross-legged breath revenant's spiritual power, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said: "Perhaps, this is not a kind of mental power exercise, continuous consumption, continuous recovery, so that the capacity in your spirit will also be exercised and increased unconsciously."

"I think so too, just like running with weights to exercise the body, the effect of carrying weights on the body to train is far better than ordinary exercise, and the mental strength should be the same way", Masaki nodded and agreed.

After this,Masaki cross-legged and regained his mental power.,Because of the consumption of illusions.,So Masaki's mental power this time is not restored to the block of the past.,It's just a little bit of speed.,But even so,Masaki is also very satisfied.,It's like a reservoir.,While flowing water,Add water at the same time.,And there are people who continue to expand the scope of the reservoir.,Although I can't feel it for the time being.,But in the future,,His mental power will definitely progress by leaps and bounds.。