The light of the scalpel only flickered for a moment, and then disappeared in the palm of Huang Liang's hand.

It is impossible for him to really kill the shadow of the old wolfe, on the one hand, this shadow and the old wolf have already become one, there is no distinction between you and me, if you want to kill the shadow, it will inevitably hurt the old wolfe's consciousness ontology, with the current mental state of the old wolfe, it is likely to be killed.

On the other hand, no matter how much Huang Liang was affected by Zhao Pengcheng's memories and the assimilation of human emotions, he was always unsure whether he was a real "person", in a sense, the "shadow" was his kind, and killing the shadow would inevitably expose his strength and abnormal changes to the organization.

The original intention of the organization to send him to Vancouver was to get close to the Wolf family, and although he later went around Los Angeles and made his visit to Vancouver a coincidence, he always felt that someone was arranging all this. According to Howard's confession, the current head of North America is the second leader, and he is directly under the leadership of the second leader.

Who knows where the second leader is? Maybe it's next to William Wolfe!

The shadow only writhed on the ground twice, and finally lay down quietly, not knowing whether it was because it had no strength or if it was waiting for something.

Old Wolf clenched his fists, trembling all over, and took a step forward.

Huang Liang looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the men with guns drove the sled dogs to surround the white wolves on the top of the mountain, and the gray wolves fled from the other side of the mountain.

There was a gunshot that shook the entire dream space.

Wolf's mental strength was a little overwhelmed, but he gritted his teeth and took another step forward. His steps were heavy, and the snow covered his calves. His eyes turned green and glowed like a wolf.

The white wolf on the opposite side seemed to sense something, glanced this way, and suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl.

The howls were incessant, like air raid sirens, resounding in the empty snowy world.

Wolf stopped.

The shadow behind him suddenly twisted and rose from the ground, and stood behind Wolfe, a thin patch, very conspicuous in the snow.

If Wolf turned around at this time, he would be half scared to death. But he didn't realize it, but his body trembled even more, and the green light in his eyes became more abundant, as if he had been drugged, and he used his last strength to move forward.

Huang Liang saw that the shadow was affecting Wolf's consciousness, allowing Wolf to break through the dream barrier and enter the vast ice and snow world in the distance.

From Wolf's subconscious, Huang Liang felt his compassion for the wolves, his anger at the hunters chasing the wolves, and his awe for the white wolf. This awe made him dare not take a step beyond the thunder pool, and the shadow consciousness affected him, making his anger outweigh reason and awe.

Huang Liang wondered why Shadow had a different consciousness than Wolf. It stands to reason that the shadow has acquired Wolfe's full consciousness and has grown with him, and it should not produce any other consciousness until it can replace the ontological consciousness, unless something is affecting it, or it has been planted with source consciousness at the very first moment of its parasitism, and its purpose is probably not to replace Wolf, but to break through Wolf's mental barrier and enter the snowfield.

Huang Liang was also curious about the snowfield, as well as the white wolf. But he didn't dare to go in now, he was in Wolfe's dream, which was the only way to connect to that mysterious world, and if Wolf exited the dream, he would probably be trapped there and never get out.

And old Wolf can't go in, once he does, his current dream will inevitably collapse, his consciousness will leave his body, he will become a vegetative person, or simply die.

The scalpel flashed in his hand again, and he decided to stop Wolf before he could rush through the dream barrier. He didn't want the old man to die just a few days after he came to Vancouver to treat Wolfe.

But at this moment, the opposite scene changed, like a movie shot, bringing the picture of the white wolf closer. Huang Liang could clearly see the white wolf's angry eyes, his nose and upper lip twitching, revealing his white sharp teeth.

It stared at Wolf and its shadow, and suddenly there was a roar, and a gust of wind blew from the snowy mountain, passing through the barrier of dreams.

Huang Liang's body shook a little by the wind, but he immediately stabilized his figure. He knew that this was not the real wind, but a kind of spiritual storm, which was formed by the spiritual power to suppress consciousness, but people were reduced to the wind in consciousness.

Sorghum can hold it down, but Wolf clearly can't. He fell on his back against the wind, and the shadow behind him was blown up like a kite, but his feet were always connected to Wolf's, and they were blown very long, and the color became lighter and lighter, like a wisp of cooking smoke floating in the air.

Huang Liang finally knew why Wolf was so weak.

The invading parasitic consciousness did not want to kill him, but drove him to break through the dream barrier, and the white wolf in the world connected to Old Wolf clearly did not want him to enter. The spirit of the white wolf passed through the barrier, hurting the shadow, but also hurting Wolf's consciousness. So Wolf and his shadow are weak.

Wolf couldn't hold up the dream anymore. His dream was about to collapse when the white wolf roared, but Huang Liang subconsciously used his spiritual support to see what would happen to that shadow under the spiritual impact of the white wolf.

But he suddenly felt another strange spiritual power, just like him, protecting this dream.

He turned his head sharply and saw Qui Wolf standing in the shadows on the edge of the dream.

When entering Old Wolfe's dream, Huang Liang has been hiding on the edge of the dream in order not to disturb this space. As long as he doesn't interfere with his mind, Wolf won't find him, and it won't be easy to spot him if other consciousness comes in, unless there is a big gap in mental power between the two.

He didn't find Hong Kui, and Hong Kui probably didn't notice him either. But they just used their mental power at the same time to try to stop the collapse of the dream, so they found each other.

Both were a little surprised, but didn't have time to communicate. Because if he didn't quit the dream, old Wolf couldn't hold on. Although the shadow may have dissipated under the mental pressure of the white wolf, there is a high probability that Wolf will also die.

They let go at the same time and exited the dream.

William Wolf lay upright on the bed again, like a dried corpse, his eyes even more blank, but still unwillingly open.

Martha held the old man's head and muttered something like a devout nun.

Huang Liang looked at Hong Kui and asked, "Has it always been like this?" ”

"Yes, it's basically like that every time," Hong said. ”

"Aoki ......" Huang Liang originally wanted to ask Aoki if he knew about this, but after thinking that Aoki must know, he asked, "How did he treat the old man?" ”

"I don't know very well, I didn't know how to enter my father's dream at the time, but later I got Mr. Aoki's guidance to understand how to control mental power."

Hong Kui kept holding old Wolfe's shoulder, and seeing that he showed no signs of another seizure, he straightened up and asked as if casually, "Does Dr. Huang know Mr. Aoki?" ”

"Didn't you tell me that the old man had been treated in Wuzhong......"

"I didn't say his name."

Huang Liang already knew that he had lost his mouth, and secretly scolded himself for being cautious and confused for a while, but fortunately, he was introduced by Mei Yiqiu, so he used this as a shield to explain: "Oh, I heard Professor Mei mention Mr. Aoki's matter, and my heart yearns for it, you said that you were treated in Wuzhong, and I guessed that it was him." ”

"Yes, little Wuzhong, it's really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!" Hong Kui said.

Huang Liang's heart jumped, chewed on Hong Kui's words repeatedly, and carefully recalled his words and deeds, making sure that there were no flaws.

"Gentlemen, it's time to eat." Martha, who was next to her, said respectfully to the eldest young master of the Hong family, and then glanced at Huang Liang with interest.