"Here, where is it?"

In the confusion, Wang Chen found himself in a strange place, the sky was a rotating turbine, and at the end of the wall was a blurry picture of shaking, and on the appearance of all this, the only one with a trace of color was his own, as for the rest, it was all alternating black and white like an old-fashioned camera, and the silence like death had no life.

"I, why am I here?" Wang Chen frowned, he remembered that after he returned to the room, he passed out due to the side effects of the Fallen Angel bloodline, if nothing else, he should still be lying on the bed, even if it was a corpse.

But now, where is this strange place? There was a tornado-like broken wheel floating overhead, an eye-catching picture...... Are you TM a modern abstractionist?

finally escaped death, the first thing Wang Chen did was to complain about this strange world first, and after soothing his mood, he turned his energy back to the current situation.

The world of black and white, the world of Hokage, should not exist in such a place. Even if there is, it is also those mysterious places, and it is impossible to enter it even if Wang Chen's identity is mistaken. So, the answer is obvious...... This is not the real world.

Looking at it, a smile crossed the corner of Wang Chen's mouth, and in the tentative inquiry just now, he had already felt the ubiquitous divine consciousness here, as well as the so-called 'spiritual platform' that existed in the distant place, that is, above the turbine above his head.

Here it is, knowing the sea.

Shrugged his shoulders indifferently, although he didn't know much about the current situation, but in short, he was fine, and when the side effects occurred, he really jumped, and the fallen angel energy of the cheating father ...... Now that he can be safe and sound, he should not die.

Looking at this environment, it is pitch black and dim, and the vague but familiar scenes should be your own memories, right? The memory of the person is really interesting, it turns out to be black and white...... Like a 50-year-old camera, it is full of old nostalgia. Not far away, there is a vague trail that stretches as far as the eye can see, and the 360-degree squirming image is enough to make people dizzy.

That should be the legendary Corridor of the Mind, right? Sure enough, it is the legendary space of consciousness, and in the concept of movies and novels, that place is one of the most difficult places to reach, and it is the place where the deepest memories of the soul are placed.

Although he only knows a little about the things in the sea of knowledge, Wang Chen is not afraid, he is very indifferent to appreciate the blurred pictures around him, there are some memories that he has no impression of at all, at this time, when he looks back on the side, the sense of familiarity and strangeness are mixed together, and the complex emotions brewed are very interesting.

"Don't look around, Wang Chen."

An unknown voice flashed, like a whisper in Wang Chen's mind.

"Who are you?" Wang Chen looked around but didn't find anyone, he could only stare at the flickering memory corridor and ask in a deep voice.

"I, that is, you, only exist in your heart!"

** Aggregates? Is it 'self'? Wang Chen stood in the corridor of memories and pondered.

'Self', psychologically speaking, is all the psychological accumulation fixed in the body when people are born, and it is suppressed and rejected from the moment: people's irrational, unconscious vitality, internal drive, instinct, impulse, ** and other psychological abilities.

I didn't expect that there was also a 'self' in my consciousness space, which is really awkward. But it doesn't matter, the priority now is to figure out why you're here and how to get out safely.

"Want to get out of here? Want to know why you're here? The dim whirlpool corridor said Wang Chen's heart word for word, which made Wang Chen frown, and the feeling of being peeped at was really boring, even if the other party was 'himself'.

"You can't hide your thoughts. Be calm, your inner irritability has affected me. The calm and cold voice of the 'self' sounded again: "You have come here because your power is in trouble. And because of some opportunities, it just happened to be able to enter the sea of knowledge, so it instinctively ran here to take refuge...... Well, by the way, I took you with me. Any more questions you'd like to ask? ”

Power in trouble? Are you talking about the side effects of the Fallen Angel bloodline? And by the way, I was brought along, how does this sentence make people feel inexplicably unhappy!

When it came to the side effects of the bloodline, Wang Chen felt a headache, although the Fallen Angel bloodline that he had exchanged at the beginning was powerful, there were also a lot of troubles. Let's hope you don't really turn into an idiot like Lorling said.

But in fact, Wang Chen's worries were completely superfluous, and the two forces of light and darkness were not pinched, but he was beaten badly by the other two energies after the rampage, and finally was forced to hide in the sea of knowledge......

"Don't worry about the side effects. None of them are a problem. As the voice sounded, a figure in black clothes and black pants walked out of the memory corridor, this person's silhouette and body were exactly the same as Wang Chen's, but his face was wrapped in a distorted black mist, it walked behind Wang Chen with a seemingly slow and fast pace, and pointed his finger at the back of Wang Chen's head: "Your problem is here." ”

"Brains? Hey, I'll admit I'm a bit of a secondary two, but my IQ is still normal! Wang Chen didn't care about the sudden behavior of the 'self', he just spread his hands and said helplessly: "By the way, aren't you me, you say that I have a sick brain, aren't you also scolding yourself?" ”

However, this pitch-black 'self' was very uninterested in Wang Chen's jokes, and seeing that Wang Chen didn't take what he said seriously, he waved his hand directly, and an irresistible force knocked Wang Chen away, sliding in the air for a while, before crashing into the wall composed of mist.

"Boring guy, if you can't understand it, forget it."

After finishing speaking, the 'self' looked indifferently at the whirlpool in the sky, and with a move, a set of eight immortal tables and chairs made of rosewood appeared out of thin air in front of him, and on the lilac table with a faint fragrance, there was a superb purple sand teapot, but the teacups at both ends of the teapot were just inferior and old clay ceramic cups.

He sat on the chair and beckoned to Wang Chen, who had just gotten up in the distance: "Come, have a drink." ”

"What does this guy want to do?" Wang Chen smiled bitterly, got up from the ground and patted his sleeve, completely ignoring the fact that he was beaten away, because he was not injured just now, even if he hit the wall, there was no pain at all. In this way, it seems that this is really the sea of knowledge, only consciousness, and even the sense of pain no longer exists.

Walking to the table of the Eight Immortals, Wang Chen had just sat down, and the 'self' skillfully picked up the purple clay pot, poured seven points of tea for himself and Wang Chen, and then waved the purple sand pot casually, and the superb teapot that emitted purple mangs disappeared.

"When we meet for the first time, let's have tea without drinking." After making a gesture of please, the 'self' elegantly picked up the teacup, moistened the floating tea leaves with the lid, and took a sip of tea gently.

"Hey, you fanned me away this first time, it's not enough to just invite me to tea." Wang Chen maliciously complained twice, and said it without the slightest scruples, anyway, even if he just thought in his heart, there was no way to hide this guy in Zhihai.

"I'm just telling you that you don't have to worry about death here." The 'self' put down the teacup indifferently and said, "Also, here...... I am invincible. ”

"Okay, good, you're so good, I'll admit defeat. Can you tell me what the situation is now? What do you mean by asking me for tea? Wang Chen said, and also took a sip of the teacup, and suddenly the heavy bitterness echoed between his lips and teeth, making his hand in a hurry, and he almost didn't grasp the teacup: "So bitter? You don't need money for your tea, and don't do it! How much did you soak in? ”

"This pot is not tea, and there is only a drop of sad memories in it." With a cup of tea, the fog on his face gradually dissipated, and he could vaguely see a face similar to Wang Chen, but this face was full of sorrow: "The bitterness in this tea is condensed by the sadness in your memories, so you might as well taste it." ”

"Are memories condensed? It's really magical...... "Looking at the 'self', and then at the tea in his hand, Wang Chen muttered to himself, no wonder as a conscious body, he can't even feel the pain, he can taste the taste." It turns out that this tea is also a gathering of consciousness.

Closing his eyes, Wang Chen made up his mind to raise his head, sip the whole cup of tea into his mouth, and taste the vast and jerky bitterness, this experience is not a simple appetite, but a spiritual washing, in every sip of tea into the stomach, he can see the past that once broke his heart. That kind of sadness, filtered by time, flows in the heart but can only turn into bitterness.

In reality, the painful sadness of a major disaster, the sadness of unwillingness to fail at the first time, the sadness of parting when leaving a friend, the sadness of being at a loss when a loved one dies, and the sadness of numbness when gradually falling......

This cup of 'tea' is small, but it is all-encompassing. Although it is bitter, when you taste it carefully, it has a mellow fragrance that makes you want to cry.

And this mellow fragrance turned into a spring stream that washed Wang Chen's heart, made him sober-minded, and gradually figured out many things that had entangled him. But if you dig deeper into how to do it, or put it into words, that feeling becomes even more ambiguous.

"How does it taste?" The 'self' asked softly, a smile on his cold face for the first time.

"Very good." Putting down the teacup, Wang Chen restrained his smile and said indifferently: "Although it is sad, at this moment, looking at it with the eyes of a bystander, I can only feel complex bitterness and a trace of indifference...... This sense of sublimation of the soul is really a rare experience. Thank you. ”

The 'self' nodded: "This pot of tea has no name, only sadness." The so-called memories can be transformed into various items, but I think that they are not as good as the aftertaste of a cup of tea. When you first arrived, I gave you this pot of 'tea' as a greeting gift. And every time you come in the future, I will give you a different 'meal'. ”

Wang Chen grinned, but there was a trace of calmness in his eyes: "Is it joy, anger, sorrow, love, hatred, and desire?" Meals made with seven emotions sound great. ”

"Of course, but only if you make it alive." The 'self' was not shocked, and with a wave of his hand, the Eight Immortals Table also disappeared into the darkness, and only Wang Chen and the 'self' were left in the entire sea of knowledge again.

Wang Chen narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Seriously, I'm curious, how did you really exist?" Why do you have so much power...... Are you really, the first of my first ** collections? ”

"I'm going to correct you, I'm not your **...... I am you! What I did may seem shocking to you, but in fact it was just a small gesture. It's like, you're in charge of the body, and I'm in charge of recalling. ”

"Yes." Wang Chen responded indifferently, although there were many things he wanted to ask in his heart, but he didn't know how to ask when he came to his mouth.

"Tea was drunk, and the conversation was discussed. See you soon. ”

In the silence, before Wang Chen could speak, the 'self' turned around and walked into the distance, under Wang Chen's gaze, he waved his hand without looking back, and suddenly a white light like a pillar of heaven fell from the whirlpool to envelop Wang Chen.

"Try to live. After tasting that pot of tea, you should know what to do. Hopefully the next time you come here, it will be different. At the very least, to become qualified to taste my next gift. ”

As the words fell, the surrounding memory corridor became distorted, and Wang Chen opened his mouth to say something, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he had returned to reality.