Nian Yang, who was tired and sleepy, sat down at the marker, fell asleep unconsciously, and when he woke up again, he didn't know how long it had been, he only felt soreness all over his body, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

The inside of the tunnel is still the same as before, and the light spots on both sides are the source of all the light in the tunnel. They just glow quietly and without any superfluity.

Everything is so weird.

A thought suddenly popped up in Nian Yang's mind, if he stayed like this and didn't do anything, would he not be released until all the trials were over.

This feeling is like being in the black space of the first level. A rush of compromise, retreat, and defeat was coming to his mind.

But he suddenly wanted to give up less than he wanted to give up, perhaps less so than he did at first. He had experienced so many strange things in the past half of the day, and sometimes he even wondered if the world was the way it was.

What does it look like? He couldn't tell. He had forgotten what had happened before, and even if he was asked to talk about what a normal life was, it would be difficult for him to answer.

But there was one thing he knew in his heart that what he was facing now was definitely not normal.

Once again, he noticed the strange lights around him, the inexplicable points of light at the tips shining with a gentle light, silent but continuous, as if nothing could stop the light.

Clueless, Nian Yang used the tip of the tortoiseshell knife to try to pick the light spot. The tip of the knife slashed through the point of light without the slightest obstruction.

"How did all this light come about?" Nian Yang muttered to himself. He tried to dig up the base of the lamp, but Tito was buried deep under the rock, and Nianyang couldn't dig it for a long time.

He tried to break the base again, and found that this iron-like base was actually very hard, no matter how hard he hit, it would not be deformed, even if he used a tortoiseshell knife to cut it to death, he could not cut the slightest trace, but the blade was cut out of the gap.

Nian Yang tried to wrap the points of light with his clothes, and found that it could cover the light, and it was obvious that these points of light were not magical enough to penetrate the matter. Then something strange happened, and in the place where the light dimmed, silver-white threads appeared in the air.

At first, Nian Yang thought it was his own delusion, but after trying it a few times, he found that those silver-white silk threads did exist. But when his hand touched the threads, it could pass through them effortlessly.

He subconsciously looked overhead, only to realize that in the area above his head, there were also such silk threads in places where the light could hardly reach.

It's just that these silk threads are so faint that you can't notice them if you don't look at them carefully.

Nian Yang suddenly understood something, he slammed the tip of the lamp base with the rock he had just dug up beside him, and the point of light immediately disappeared, and the small space around him dimmed.

"It seems to work. Nian Yang whispered, and suddenly got up and started to act.

He stuck rocks into the tips of the lampholders to block the light, completely darkening the space around them.

Until the last point of light at one end of the mark is covered, the entire tunnel becomes pitch black.

At this moment, countless silver-white silk threads crisscrossed the deep tunnel, like the Milky Way and like the sea of stars, weaving a strange network in this darkness.

Nian Yang walked through this silvery white, and gradually had a direction in his heart, although this network was intricate, but in general there was a convergence place. And at this confluence, the thin white lines are extremely dense. Clump into a knot.

"That's the key. Nian Yang was not satisfied with his discovery, because there was a more important problem, how to crack this tunnel of continuous reincarnation.

Silvery-white light flowed throughout the thread, as if it were several busy passages.

However, these threads seem to exist in another dimension and cannot be touched at all.

"That's what we mean by intangibles? Nian Yang's hand passed through several silk threads but he didn't feel it, and he couldn't solve such a thing at all.

He remembered the poem again, the so-called wind, can change everything, so we know that it is the wind, and the change of objects itself is a phenomenon of the wind.

Nian Yang's mind was spinning rapidly, trying to connect everything that was possible.

We only feel the changed object, but we can't change the change itself.

Only where the invisible has a role can we feel its presence.

Nianyang's logic began to fall into a dead loop, how on earth could he escape from this space and escape from this huge silver wire network?

"I want to be calm. I'm going to calm down. Nian Yang hugged his head and said loudly.

"I know where it is now, so the direction I'm facing must be some exit from the tunnel, but this exit and entrance are connected by these threads. ”

Nian Yang stood up straight, facing the end of the tunnel, and suddenly he closed his eyes.

The so-called invisible cannot ignore its existence because it is invisible. In the same way, it is not possible to forget the state in which it could not be captured and perceived in the first place because it exists.

All feelings arise from the heart, discover from the heart, and feel from the heart.

Nian Yang took his first step.

Forget about the existence of those silk threads and imagine what the authentic will look like.

The two ends of the passage are where the threads meet. And the steps taken at this moment have actually gone out of this tunnel.

"The reason why I'm still here is only because I believe I'm still here, and I believe I'm bound by this invisible thread.

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"Actually, it doesn't matter if it exists, as long as I move forward, I will definitely be able to get out of here, and any restraint is just imposed on me by my brain. Nianyang took the second step.

"Everything around is just a repetition of one place, and I'm going to get out of here and discover its mysteries. Nian Yang took the third step.

"I'm changing everything I've been through. Because I can't see, I don't guess which side is the so-called end, and I keep moving forward. Nianyang, who closed his eyes, began to run forward frantically.

If at the beginning, he moved forward aimlessly, then now when he understands what is happening in the tunnels, his purpose is to go to another dimension.

After lunging forward for a while, Nian Yang stopped, and he slowly opened his eyes, to find that there was a blue sea in front of him.

Behind him, a corridor about fifty meters long was gradually disappearing into the void. The scene inside the corridor is gradually becoming blurred. But the patches of rock can still be seen.

Several thin silvery-white lines broke in the air and disappeared into the night.