Chapter 255: A Strange World. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sitting on the rickety bus, an ordinary-looking young man was leaning on the back of the chair, his eyes slightly open, and his gaze was distracted at the desolate boundary outside the car window.

He was dressed in a dark red straight suit, black leather shoes that reflected the sunlight outside the window, and thick pectoral muscles were faintly visible under the ornate patterns on the collar of his shirt turned out.

There were a few passengers sitting around him.

Zhang Yinyuan has an illusion of being in a different world, especially those around him who don't feel any sense of reality at all, and even closes his eyes, in the background of the spiritual world, it seems that the whole world has become a model of dots and lines coarsely weaved, white and translucent, in the perception of spiritual tentacles, it is unimaginably rough and unimaginable, just like a photo taken with extremely low pixels, a large number of translucent objects are in the center of a circle, rough patchwork together, and jointly build this world.

(Is this what the world is made of?) So strange ... But it's so reasonable... It's like countless blocks piled up in countless fishing nets... But I don't understand it at all... ）

As for the net-like space, white and black threads weave each other into the air, but it is this roughness that causes the things that make up the world to appear, giving Zhang Yinyuan a great opportunity that even the three generals of the pirate world can't touch!

But no matter how simple it is, this is also a world, a world where mortals can't detect any flaws at all, there is time, there is space, there are mountains, there are seas, and even there are creatures! Therefore, he couldn't understand the composition of this world at all, and could only rely on his hundreds of points of spiritual power and his unforgettable memory, and memorize everything by rote and "shoot" it in his mind! Just this observation gave Zhang Yinyuan a chance to learn about countless B-level and even A-level powerhouses that the mysterious scales and claws that they dreamed of!

These huge knowledge from the huge world composed of space, time, matter, energy, life, and elements made Zhang Yinyuan's mind roar, and the big tendons on his forehead beat wildly, and his spiritual power had to be put away, and the contact between the spirit and the world for a short half second, and the huge amount of information transmitted, made his 100-point spirit have to be processed for at least one hour before he could barely record it.

The knowledge of time, space and life is completely incomprehensible, can only be "memorized" in the mind, matter and energy, can barely be understood, not in the way of words, but a strange line, graphics, and even irregular image creations, it is extremely laborious to understand, only the knowledge of the elements, Zhang Yinyuan is not so uncomfortable to accept, but its difficulty, just like a child who has only learned 26 letters, to translate a whole English newspaper is as difficult, the difficulty is great, and it also makes Zhang Yinyuan extremely worried.

Even Zhang Yinyuan touched everything around him with extremely careful movements again and again, watching his fingers bounce a little ripple in the lines of space under the loading of huge power, thus triggering the fluctuation of the entire space.

(Completely different from the composition of molecular atoms in chemistry, as if ... Indescribable strange feeling ... ）

Finally, when Zhang Yinyuan touched the world with his spirit again, the huge information from the feedback made him swing, his closed eyes, mouth, ears, and nostrils all crawled down from the thin blood line, which frightened the surrounding passengers to immediately disperse in a circle, standing on the bus, Zhang Yinyuan was separated for a long time, and finally relieved himself, and before he opened his eyes, he only heard a timid voice sound, and at the same time, a soft hand carefully pulled his sleeve.

"First... Mr... You.. Are you okay? I.. How are you doing if I call 120? ”

Looking at the passengers around him who were looking at him in horror, Zhang Yinyuan coughed, skillfully took out a tissue, wiped the blood from his seven orifices, and showed a smile to the girl in front of him.

"It's okay, I'm sick, I'm used to it... As he spoke, Zhang Yinyuan obviously felt the whole world tremble, of course, it had no effect on the 'people' in this world, if the world was compared to a piece of paper, these people, these things, including the girl in front of him, were paintings on this paper.

For them in this paper, no matter how the paper shakes, there is no slightest impact, as long as the paper is not damaged, they can continue to live on the paper, and for Zhang Yinyuan, a brush that has been completely detached from the paper, but forcibly stuck in it, the shaking of the paper is undoubtedly noticeable.

And Zhang Yinyuan clearly felt that since his 'awakening', with every time his spirit is released and perceived, the world is becoming more and more fragile and transparent, as if the next spiritual touch will be completely broken! Of course, in contrast to this fragility, the 'composition' and 'rules' of this world are more and more clearly revealed in Zhang Yinyuan's spiritual world!

At this moment, Zhang Yinyuan perceived, the girl in front of him and the entire bus were completely folded, forming a strange shape, rotating around a rough triangular pyramid in a spiral way, but the moment he opened his eyes, everything was normal, and the two completely different world performances were extremely clear in his mind!

"That... You, sir... The girl looked at Zhang Yinyuan's face, her lips pursed and she wanted to say something, but Zhang Yinyuan suddenly stood up.

"Haha. It's okay... It just so happened that I got to the place... Thank you for your concern. Master! Stop in front of Zhangzhuang! ”

On the dirt road, which had been repeatedly crushed by the passing of cars as hard as cement, not inferior to the rammed earth foundation, a shiny leather shoe protruded from the door of the bus, stepped on the ground, and then the other leather shoe also stretched out.

Standing at the entrance of this familiar village, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, then took out one, put it in his mouth, and did not see any other movements, the obvious fire light lit up from the cigarette butt, and suddenly there was a complex emotion in his heart, everything did not change from the memory, the pond in the memory, the earthen wall in the memory, and the small shop at the head of the village in the memory.

THAT IS ... The so-called homesickness?

The corners of Zhang Yinyuan's mouth twitched, his eyes were slightly confused, he took a step forward, and carefully looked at everything in the vicinity, surrounded by mountains, lush green, and many low mounds, the strange world composition that came back from his mind was like a bloody knife, dissecting everything in front of him into an indescribable existence, like Hong Zhong Da Lu reminding him of self-deception!

Around, nodding slightly, respectfully responding to the faces that greeted him with a smile.

"Ahh Uncle Zhang... You're always basking in the sun... Your baby is coming? ”

"Oh, yes, I'm back."

"Xiaohui is getting more and more beautiful... Ha ha.. ”

All the faces were torn apart by him in the most poignant way on that rainy night, but, at this moment, in the winter of his second year of college, they were still so distinct, so kind, and so familiar.

Finally, standing in front of the mottled wood paint door, the palm of his hand slowly raised, caressing from the little peeling paint, the slightly cut hand, the paint rolled by the combined action of the sun and rain, inch by inch from the cracked wood grain on the door, thin wooden thorns hanging from the skin between the fingers, raised his head, his eyes were slightly red.

"Dad, Mom, I... I... It's back. With a choked voice, the fragile child pushed open the old door.