Chapter Seventy-Five: A Strange Old Man in a Strange Space
Rooftop.
The swirls over the trio's heads slowly vanished, and then the space around them returned to its original state, filled with white mist.
Mu Mu and Da Zhuang woke up from the 'epiphany' one after another, and then their eyes focused on Yang Fan, who was still in the 'epiphany' in the middle.
"Brother Zhuang, did you feel any strange feeling just now! It was like an out-of-body feeling, and then I saw a lot of light spots in the space in front of me, but I couldn't see clearly, and these light points slowly entered my head, which scared me at that time. ”
"And then the points of light became more and more, and at some point all of a sudden they disappeared, and I came out of that feeling; Now I feel some light in my mind, and they are all moving slowly in that particular place, as if they are in a certain space, but now my mind is very comfortable, and my body is warm. Mu Mu said to Da Zhuang with a look of surprise, the curiosity on his face was obvious, and he rubbed his temples and knocked his head with his hands from time to time, very curious about his body.
Da Zhuang's feeling now can be said to be obvious, there are inexplicably more light spots in the body, moving with the blood in the blood, and the blood in the body will decrease a lot of light points in the body every time it circulates, but every time Da Zhuang feels more obvious about the body.
The density of the muscles has increased, the eyesight and hearing have also improved, the coordination of the muscles of the whole body has become more perfect, and the dark diseases that have been injured in prison have also improved.
Da Zhuang was very happy, this time he may have evolved like Yang Fan and Ye Ziquan, and Da Zhuang laughed out loud when he thought of this. The ankle of the calf was injured because of a fight before, and he was hit by a fracture, and after that, every time it was rainy, it would hurt worse than death, and the medicine that Da Zhuang took from his senior brother every time was useless.
Three years ago, there was a time when the pain was really unbearable, and the senior brother found an orthopedic surgeon outside to show him, and after the doctor arrived, he looked at Da Zhuang, and then at the prison warden, looking like he wanted to say something.
The doctor said: "I'm afraid that this calf can't be exercised too vigorously in the future, otherwise I am afraid that it will be completely amputated after a while, and then it will not become a disabled person for your temporary comfort like now!" ”
Hearing the doctor's words, Da Zhuang began to recuperate in prison, occasionally going to his brother's office to eat and drink, and then playing Tai Chi in that open space every day.
But just now, the faint pain in the calf was now completely unfelt, and Da Zhuang looked at the fog in front of him, and his eyes revealed unprecedented fanaticism.
This fog should be used to improve strength, not to make survivors become zombies, or maybe this fog is an opportunity for survivors to become evolutionaries, and then they can evolve like zombies.
Thinking of Da Zhuang here, I can't help but look forward to what the future world will look like, are the people at that time just like the world in the novel, flying away and omnipotent? Or is it to move mountains and reclaim the sea, turning your hands into clouds and turning your hands into rain?
All in all, Da Zhuang is looking forward to it.
"Brother Zhuang, why didn't you wake up when you said Brother Yang Fan! There won't be any surprises, I'm a little worried. Mu Mu tugged at the hem of his clothes and looked at Yang Fan who was still in his 'epiphany' worriedly, and said worriedly.
"This, I don't know very well, it stands to reason that he woke up with us, maybe Yang Fan is stronger, so it takes a long time to wake up, let's be patient and wait!" Da Zhuang looked at Yang Fan contemplatively.
"Okay, Brother Zhuang, I'm here to guard Brother Yang Fan, and when he wakes up, by the way, at this time, I am familiar with the suddenly more points of light in my mind."
"Well, it's okay, I'll go down now to report their safety, otherwise they will be worried, I'll bring some food up later, and then stay here together, then I'll go down first." After Da Zhuang finished speaking, he walked towards the classroom.
"Well, I'll take care of Brother Yang Fan." Mu Mu looked at Yang Fan with a solemn face.
Mu Mu sat cross-legged in front of Yang Fan, and then looked at Yang Fan who was still sleeping in front of him with his right hand on his cheeks, and he didn't know what Mu Mu 'fluttered' and smiled, and the brilliance of that moment could be described as "looking back and smiling", but unfortunately no one could see this scene. Mu Mu then sat up, slowly closed his eyes, and then entered the sea of spiritual consciousness.
Yang Fan's current place can be said to be very wonderful.
Being in a paradise, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the blue sky and white clouds, the birds and flowers are beautiful, and the only regret is that Yang Fan is only here.
Yang Fan looked around suspiciously, panicked for a moment after suddenly coming here, and then came back to his senses, concentrating on observing the surroundings, and at the same time looking around for any creatures or existence that could threaten him.
Yang Fan walked forward slowly, suddenly stopped in front of a lake, and then looked at the wooden house on the other side of the lake in disbelief.
"How can there be a wooden house here? Anyway, let's go over and take a look first, I finally saw the opportunity to leave, I don't know if this is considered a spiritual power to enter here, if I can't get out, then in reality, I'm afraid I won't become a fool. Speaking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but shudder.
Came to the front of the wooden house, there was a stone table in front of the wooden house, on which there was an unfinished game of Go, there was a pot of tea bubbles on the tea table on both sides of the stone table, and there were two purple sand cups with amber tea bubbling in it, Yang Fan looked at this chessboard and this brew of tea very suspiciously.
"Is there someone here?" He whispered, then turned his head to look at the cabin behind him.
Yang Fan cautiously passed, put his hand on the handle of the wooden door, and just wanted to push the door in, suddenly the door was opened, this scene frightened Yang Fan.
"Young man, you are one of the third candidates ever to enter here, and this proves that your potential is unlimited, and in the entire universe, our life clan shuttles between various galaxies, placing our clan weapons on the planets therein, so as to elect the successor of our life clan to inherit our clan weapons."
The white-haired old man looked at the confused Yang Fan in front of him and said to himself, Yang Fan just wanted to ask him where he was, but the white-haired old man ignored it and said to himself, Yang Fan had to listen to the white-haired old man inexplicably.
"This time I had to come to this galaxy, but I didn't expect to meet you, this has to be said to be the greatest luck of our life clan in the past tens of thousands of years." The white-haired old man stroked his white beard with his right hand, and then looked at Yang Fan with an excited expression.
That look was like a man seeing a naked peerless beauty, and the hope in his eyes could be said to shoot out of the sky.
"First of all, sir, I need to ask you where this is, who you are, how I got here, and how do I get here......
"Stop, stop, don't talk about young people, it's very impolite for you to interrupt an old man like this, don't you earthlings talk about the distinction between respect and inferiority, 'adults talk, children don't interject'." Looking at the serious look in front of him, Yang Fan almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.
"You, you, you, you are still respectful, you first tell me who you are, how I got here, and then how I should get out." Yang Fan felt very suspicious of this place, so he thought about leaving all the time, and never wanted to see this white-haired old man again.
"Young man, don't be in a hurry, it's better to wait for me to tell you slowly." I was still smiling just now, but in an instant, I regained that serious image, I was really a moody old man, and I was very cute.
"Okay, just say what you want to say, I'll ask you questions after I hear you, but you have to answer me, so you can do it."
"Yes, then you can let me come slowly." Watching sit at the table and take a sip of tea.