Snake Whisper isn't sure if she's still alive.

The out-of-body time has been more than half a year, 183 days to be exact.

The sorcerer's high-precision perception of changes allows her to record the passage of time rigorously like a clock. But now the reference for this ability is only herself, and it seems that the role she can play is nothing more than a meaningless death record.

She didn't know if it had broken the records of the inner world, but she knew that she was in a very, very bad state, and that she might be just one step away from death.

Still that question, is she really still alive?

The legend of "autopsy immortals" has been circulating in East Asian cultural circles since ancient times. Although the details vary, they all follow the idea that the practitioner has abandoned the physical body and left the body to wander between heaven and earth, thus possessing incredible magical powers. But the trajectory of their lives unexpectedly draws a parabola neatly, and they fall into the abyss of despair at the finale.

Maybe in a few years or decades, a footnote about "autopsy immortals" will add an example of "snake language". But her more likely ending will still be like the clouds blowing in front of her, silently annihilated, without the slightest trace.

The rate at which spirits decay can be determined without precise perception. The deadline is approaching day by day, and he has gradually lost the power of independent activities, so in the past two days, Snake Whisper has no longer followed Gong Qi to wander in the cloud world like a back spirit.

In this regard, Gong Qi was indifferent.

The relationship between Snake Language and Gong Qi has changed significantly, and it is a destructive result.

On the snake side, there is no need to talk about emotional moods such as hope and despair, vigilance and numbness; On Gong Qi's side, half a year has passed, no matter how gloomy and spicy he is, it is impossible for him to perfectly control his emotions all the time: confusion, doubt, irritability, and anxiety, these prisoner-like negative elements are gradually and intermittently emanating and receiving them by the snake language.

Finally, at a certain moment on a certain day, these accumulated elements broke the limit of the hope in the snake whisper's heart, and the net pocket of the will finally couldn't bear the truth of despair. The snake language broke out, and he questioned Gong Qi in the face of his actions that had made no progress for more than half a year, of course, including the essence of Gong Qi's own activities here.

Then, the truth of everything is revealed.

Gong Qi, this invincible transcendent species, seems to be a strongman with a bamboo in his chest, but in fact he is just a prisoner trapped in this cloud world. There is no essential difference in the circumstances of the two, but Gong Qi is less dependent on his physical body, more secure in arranging the back road, and has the backing of the Association of the Powerful, etc......

Oh, all of this adds up, in fact, it's a qualitative difference! The difference was so big that the snake whispered with jealousy, and went crazy with jealousy!

Gong Qi has a powerful association behind her, and she is just a lonely wandering spirit. She doesn't have anyone she can fully trust, and she doesn't have the strength to consolidate this trust, even if she is an extremely rare B-level spell mage with inheritance in the world, she can only carefully manage her own base in the gap between various forces.

Over the years, she has only found a distorted dryad that seems to be loyal but is becoming more and more incomprehensible, and has only built a prototype of a small order that does not form a climate, and some obscure French designs......

In an out-of-body state, she can use these designs for two months, three months, or at most half a year. If it continues to be extended, it will not make any sense at all. She even felt that even if she got out of trouble now and her spirit body returned to her body, in her current state, the most likely thing was that she would just die with her physical body!

So, I'm dead now, right?

Good swimmers drown, the meaning of my life is to embellish those absurd allusions and legends, right?

The snake whispered and laughed lowly, and the joys, sorrows, and sorrows in the spirit state were just remnants of human habits. And every part of these traces of habit that remains, it takes a certain amount of energy. Correspondingly, when the energy is dissipated enough to sustain the spirit base, these traces of habit can only be dispersed as meaningless superfluous ones.

I'm dead!

The snake language makes up its own mind.

If she had had a choice, she would have cut herself off. But the current situation is that her spirit body is wrapped in an unfathomable light veil - the veil of silence.

This payment, which was "advanced" to her by Gong Qi, has now become a shackle and monitoring to control her. In its heyday, snake language can also set up a shield layer to block and interfere. But now she was weak enough to rely on the Veil of Silence to ensure that her spirit did not collapse.

On the other hand, she couldn't do it even if she wanted the spirit body to collapse, and this strange thing was gradually infiltrating and eroding her spirit structure. As a spell mage, Snake Whisper can guess Gong Qi's intentions, and perhaps in the near future, she will only be able to continue to exist between heaven and earth in a distorted form such as a "machine spirit".

It was something more terrifying to her than death, and she had nothing to do about it!

Why did it come to this?

The reflection had just begun, and it was deliberately cut off by the subjectivity of the snake language. She didn't want to engage in these meaningless thoughts, which made no sense other than to continue to drain her soul power and keep her moving towards the pathetic "machine spirit" in a continuous, rapid manner.

Her brain was empty, and she curled up in silence under the veil of silence, watching the clouds around her surge, tear and scatter, and gradually her consciousness was a little trance-maybe it would be good to disperse like this, and the moment her self-consciousness collapsed, maybe it was a real relief!

The snake whispered in a trance, in a trance, and his mind seemed to really dissipate with the clouds in this strange and desperate void. And in the chaotic prelude to the complete arrival of the extinct nothingness, there were vague colors that were completely different from the cloud white and blood light that she had become accustomed to, and it was like splashing ink, rendering to the edge of her perception in an instant.

Logical contextual transitions...... It's a dream!

Snake whispered a dream. She dreamed of Hanjo, of the shrine where she lived when she was young, of the rippling waves of Lake Kitayama, and of the night when it blended seamlessly with the lake.

In the dark scene, she walked quietly on the boulevard, and in the cool breeze blowing on her face, wrapped in the fresh smell of the camphor tree in its flowering period, Sakaemon seemed to be loyal, but untrustworthy freak, which made people feel a little good.

Mrs. Yamamoto, who had different hearts, snored at her, and under the old face that couldn't hold up with hyaluronic acid, she was full of jealousy.

By the way, she is also Kitayama Snow Painting, a fake body that she personally operated in order to hide her identity in her early years and to satisfy the thoughts of some girls. What a free age it was, to switch between dual identities and to tease foolish people who were overwhelmed by money, beauty, and power.

Ahh But before she knew it, her happy life was over, probably after she became a B-level spell master, she began to have greater ambitions for cultivation, and she was determined to climb higher peaks.

Snake language, also Kitayama Yukie returned home in the myth of drifting memories, and so far everything is fine. She put down her handbag and bent down to change her shoes......

The next moment, the attack came.

Snake whisper was in a trance again, just because her instinctive reaction was ineffective, and her defensive counterattack was completely reduced to a nihilistic thought, but what was presented in front of her was a melodrama that seemed so real that it was almost absurd.

yes, I'm dreaming...... What?

The dream was chillingly real.

Snake whispers a dream of "Kitayama Yuki-e" walking like a normal person between her house and the distorted camphor tree—that is the "pilgrimage route" she had planned, which indicates that her physical state has entered the most dangerous stage, and she must be protected by Sagaemon and infused with energy.

She also dreamed that Kitayama Snow Painting was infiltrated and violated, and ironically, the intruder was actually a high-ranking cadre in the Ten Thousand Souls Order she had created!

Sagaemon made a move, which is reasonable, it can be seen that the ghost is that after that bastard took away the vitality of the senior cadres of the order, he didn't leave even a little leftovers for Kitayama Yukie!

And when the chaotic situation is over, only Kitayama Yukie, who is also her shell that has exhausted the last trace of strength, is making the last struggle in the messy house.

You can't do this, you have to get up!

Snake Whisper was fed up with such dreams, she could imagine the fate of her own body in her mind, but she couldn't bear such a real and absurd scene happening in front of her eyes. At this moment, she became one with Kitayama Yukie again, struggling - even though she knew that there was no point in struggling in dreams.

And then...... Moved, fingertips moved!

The snow painting of Kitayama in the dream was frozen, and the snake language of the cloud world was also frozen, and the whole world, whether real or false, seemed to freeze.

Countless thoughts came and went, pushing the snake to repeat the attempt, but the result made her go crazy.

What is this! What is this!

If you're watching a movie that has nothing to do with you, if you're just going to suffer the torture of the picture, the snake recognizes it. But what's going on with this immediate-and-detached situation?

She can control her body, and she has that little bit of a half-star reaction, but she doesn't have a sense of fit at all, like, it's like taking a problem controller to control the characters in the game. Half of them should not, but the other half of them have clear feedback back......

It's just feedback, and it's no more meaningful than the vibration on the handle.

The spirit body is still in a state of detachment, and the body is not warmed by supernatural power...... Everything is like a layer of thin and hard glass, all she can do is to keep wiping the moisture that she gasps up, making the dream situation clearer, and torturing herself more crazy with this illusory reality.

Other than that, nothing, nothing!

Even the little vitality that the spirit body had left overflowed a lot under this toss, making her one step closer to the brink of death.

Truth and vanity, hope and despair, just a layer of dreams!

Emotions burned out of control, a mixture of anxiety, anger, despair, and a little bit of stubborn hope. It burned the spirit of the snake and trembled uncontrollably.

"What's going on!"

The sonic vibration of the abrupt cut made the snake whisper Huo Ran wake up.

Gong Qisen's cold face shattered the crazy and desperate dream. This strongman who still maintains his extraordinary strength, even in the spirit state, his eyes are still condensed like substance, and there are thick doubts tumbling inside.

The snake looked at him directly, until Gong Qi's eyes were colder: "What did you do?" ”

Oh, he doesn't know! The "Silent Veil" has been monitored all the time, and no clues have been found, is it really just a dream?

The snake thinks so, and also says this: "Dream, dream to die!" ”

Seeing Gong Qi's momentary confusion, Snake suddenly felt extremely funny, she laughed loudly, and her spirit body was like a candle in the wind, swaying in the wind above the clouds.

Gong Qi looked at her and was silent.

Neither the wind nor the laughter in the clouds can be transmitted to another time and space, but some special spiritual waves have more wonderful radiation and penetration.

In the area of Earth Lake City, which is not close to the cloud world, Fan Lu suddenly opened his eyes, and the main body in the field of vision was still dark, but the arrogant spotlights and noisy music together painted this environment into a full nightclub style.

By the way, this is the nightclub, how did I get here?

Oh, sent the boss away, and came back to greet the horned demon, the madman, but the guy kept his excitement high for a long time, and forcibly pulled him and Xiao Zhao, who rushed to support, to the most upscale nightclub in Lake City, and drank to celebrate. Xiao Zhao was already hanging in the corner, as for Fan Lu himself......

It's like I slept and had a dream, what did I dream about?

The part of the brain stimulated by alcohol was sluggish, and Fan Lu had no sensitivity to the vague memories in the dream, and before he could wake up for two more minutes, a grimace smeared with blush, eyebrow pencil and lipstick suddenly blocked in front of his eyes, and opened his mouth to roar:

"Get up!"

Damn, nightmares!

What the hell are you doing with the Horned Demon! By the way, there seems to be a horned demon in his dream, and that guy is tossing around in the old base......

Fan Lu's thinking broke again, and it was really the real world where the horned demon grabbed his shoulder and shook violently, shaking so much that the kilogram of wine he had just poured in couldn't wait to spray directly on the ugly face in front of him!

If that's the case, you'll die!

Fan Lu decided to go out and sober up, he could dream of the horned demon in his dreams, and if he continued to play with this madman, he might have to take the initiative to drill into the gene modulation room.

He covered his mouth, waved his hand to push away the horned demon, and hurriedly got up and walked out, but as soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by the back collar and forcibly pulled back, and at the same time, another 1-kilogram bottle of brandy was also forcibly stuffed into his mouth.

"I grunt......"

The Horned Demon laughed loudly, laughing until his whole face was distorted, and at the same time he did not forget to call to all the beauties in the room: "Rip off his pants, let's celebrate together!" Also, whoever gets this buddy's belt, no matter how many other fields come out, Lao Tzu will press it all over, that sister is the queen tonight! ”

The seven or eight women in the box screamed in unison, and the next moment, Fan Lu, who had been poured into the dark, was overwhelmed by the pink arms and legs, his eyes rolled up, and the remaining consciousness asked the ultimate question in the world:

Who am I?

Where am I?

What is Lao Tzu doing?

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