Now that the reason is clear, what can be wrong with action?

The survival maniac Bufan is also a double doctor, popularly speaking, he is a talent with the all-round development of the brain and body, and a series of processes such as cognition, control, repair, improvement, and improvement can naturally be shortened quickly.

Moreover, in the face of an unknown higher creature, he dares to "bite" a bite, and his courage and perseverance can be said to be extremely strong.

Like a baby's first conscious rather than subconscious wave of its arms, regaining control of the body is nothing more than allowing the soul thread to reattach itself to the flesh and blood...... Electrical signals or biological pulses? Bufan didn't care at all at this time, the knowledge of the double doctor was completely useless, and all he could rely on was instinct...... and some miscellaneous books that I have read.

The Taoist scriptures I once read say that the human soul changes according to the strength of the will, which is completely different from the material world; Buddhism also has the saying that the soul is the body of the person who supports the ferry, and the body is a raft of flesh and skin; the philosophy I once read says that the spiritual world is an idealistic system, which means that the world is as big as the mind......

Bufan didn't know what was going on, these memories that had been regarded as useless suddenly appeared, maybe subconsciously, maybe subconsciously, and he began to act as he pleased.

In the soul sense of "Sea Urchin" Bufan, the "Big Mouth Monster" that became silent suddenly changed. The short "fluffy" filaments that had been broken before began to thicken and lengthen rapidly, and the sphere, which originally "looked" very "smooth", became rough, and the little protrusions were coherent with each other, and even had some mystical meanings.

"Hey, low-level creatures! Bigmouth, what are you doing here?" the sea urchin thornball leaned over curiously, and circled around Bufan's soul.

Bufan, who is fully realized, is busy, where will he pay attention to it?

"Hey, are you going to die? Damn, answer Lao Tzu!" The unanswered sea urchin wanted to get closer, but he was afraid that the "big mouth" would go crazy again, so he had to tempt him far and near, like a puppy that could not be favored by his master.

As the idea or idea was verified little by little, Bufan found that the pressure of "eating up" was subsiding, and with this subsidence, the soul body itself began to expand, and with the expansion of the soul body, the soul silk became no longer like fluff, and together with the soul body, it turned out to be like a rambutan fruit, but it was white - does color mean anything to the soul body? .

Forget it, I can't figure this out for the time being.

Feeling that he was on the right path, Bufan began to exert his strength in an all-round way, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, spiritual sense, whatever it is, all that is needed is to recognize oneself and strengthen oneself, and the ultimate goal is to become strong, to survive or to ...... Stay there!

His soul filament began to expand indefinitely, and finally filled the entire soul sea space.

The sound of "bang" was actually non-existent, but Bufan felt as if he had broken through a membrane, and then all kinds of pain, soreness, and swelling on his body began to return in full force.

"Ahh

"Congratulations, lower creatures, you've finally taken your first step!" the sea urchin replied a little sourly, "As for this place, it's a three-dimensional space similar to yours, and your body is lying for about three planetary rotation cycles......"

"Three planetary rotation cycles?" Bufan couldn't help but ask again.

"Idiot!" the sea urchin began to shout in Bufan's soul again, "Does it make sense to think about this now? What you stupid big-mouthed monster need now is to eat and feed yourself, or you will starve to death!"

This is not wrong at all, Bu Fan was stunned and couldn't refute it, because as he began to control his body, not only did the pain return, but all the five senses returned, and the most serious thing was the burning sensation in the stomach, and if he didn't pay attention to it, I was afraid that the secreted stomach acid would have to digest his stomach.

No more nonsense, trying to control the movement of his body, slightly sideways, his elbows supported the stump under him, the back of his neck supported his head, his abdominal muscles contracted, and he finally sat up - fortunately, this body was originally his own, and after the soul body recovered, it was not difficult to regain control.

When he looked down and examined his body repeatedly, Bufan noticed a difference - in addition to the hunger and the pain of the wounds that were cut by calcite crystals everywhere on his body, his control over his body had completely improved to an incomprehensible level, in a figurative phrase, in addition to not being able to control the wind blowing the hair on his body, he could even grasp the touch of every part of his skin.

What kind of realm is this? And because of it? The muscles and bones of a warrior from the soul to the body, or is it the overall strengthening caused by the influence of the spirit on the substance?

Bu Fan knew that it would be difficult to think through for a while, so he simply didn't think much about it, and instead began to concentrate all his energy to adapt, rubbing his hands, clenching his fists, bending his arms, twisting his neck, turning his waist, bending his legs, and hooking his feet...... Everything was finally normal, and there were no serious injuries such as broken arms and short legs and twisted lumbar vertebrae, so he tentatively stood up.

The reason why I say tentative is because the body is still that body, but the soul body is different from before after all, and although the clothes are still sound, the places covered by the clothes are almost everywhere The bruises and breaches caused by the previous rubbing on the calcite prism are almost everywhere, and the current breaches are basically healed, but the pain is inevitable - the strong soul filament leads to the strengthening of the control of the body, and the pain and the like have also been strengthened exponentially.

Fortunately, this pain is still bearable for a survival maniac, and Boo Fan finally has the energy to examine his situation carefully.

He still wears the work overall, but it is broken, the helmet is long gone, the belt on his waist is still there, and the only tool left on the buckle behind the belt is a folding electrician's knife, long live...... Boots are also on the feet, leg forks...... It's still there, not bad...... What's that?

Turning around, Bufan found the T-pick he had inadvertently grabbed on the ground on the side, but now only half of the handle was left, and the other half was gone.

Taking a step, he took the pickaxe of the T-shaped pickaxe in his hand, broke off the short handle a few times, and held the pickaxe that was still somewhat weighty, Bufan had some confidence, "Sea urchin, what kind of world is this......?" Similar to me?"

The sea urchin replied quickly, but his tone was still very arrogant, "According to the vocabulary of a low-level creature like you, the three-dimensional world, the surface ecosphere of the star, gravity, air pressure, and air composition are all similar to those of the earth...... Phew, I've never seen a three-dimensional civilization call its home planet a sphere......"

Bu Fan really didn't have the energy to continue to complain with this dead sea urchin, so he could only patiently continue to ask, "What are the creatures of this world?

"You're stupid!" the sea urchin scolded impatiently, but still explained a little, "Look at the trees around you, the most obvious carbon-based creatures, what would the community be based on them?

Bufan doesn't have a Ph.D. in biology, but that doesn't stop him from knowing some of the basics – it's impossible for a planetary biome to exist with different substrates, and Earth is the most obvious example.

Under such a premise, it also means that he can find the basic food suitable for his survival around him.

"Last question...... Bufan was worried about annoying the sea urchin, so he could only ask tentatively, "Sea urchin, if you want to take my body, there is no need to throw me in such a place, right?"

The sea urchin replied angrily: "Are you willing to take a closer look at yourself, can you see people now?"

Bufan subconsciously lowered his head and looked at himself again, although the small wounds on his body began to heal, but on the torn pantyhose, in addition to the indistinguishable dust, there were black and red blood stains everywhere - obviously, this image would be inexplicable trouble not to be seen by his parents, even if it was seen by Bagan.

"That...... Sea urchin, thank you!" Bufan, who came to his senses, replied with some embarrassment.

"Thank you, thank you, thank me?" The sea urchin swam in the sea of Bufan's soul, and the burrs all rolled up.

Bu Fan "looked" at the appearance of the sea urchin in the soul sea, so he couldn't laugh out loud, its dignity was not like a sea urchin but a ball of curly yarn, "No matter what happened before, you and I signed a symbiosis contract after all, if you want to live, fighting each other is suicide...... You saved me the trouble of tongue and tongue, and I said thank you, shouldn't you?"

"Hey, maybe you're trying to get your body again, and you're just going to trust me?"

Bu Fan sensed the self-deprecation in it, "Your soul body is stronger than mine, if you stay on Earth, you can completely take other people's bodies, there is no need to stay in my soul sea...... The symbiosis contract is just a soul coexistence, and it doesn't bind you to my body......"

"Hmph, don't underestimate yourself, don't believe me easily, maybe when I recover, I'll rob your body again!" replied the sea urchin strongly.

Bu Fan replied nonchalantly: "What is mine is mine, you can't snatch it away!"

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!" the sea urchin continued angrily, "It took me too much strength to find this space, I need to sleep, don't disturb me, wait for me to recover, and then I can go back......"

"How long do you sleep, where do you go back...... Can you go back to the point in time when you left?" both were pressing questions, and Bouvin was eager to know.

"At least thirty planetary cycles, idiot!" the sea urchin replied once again unpleasantly, and then there was no response.

He was scolded again, but Bu Fan didn't feel the slightest annoyance, but couldn't help but want to shout - the devouring memory told him that as an empty beast, it was as easy for a guy to travel through the nodes of time and space as a human walk, and as long as the sea urchin woke up again, it would not be difficult to return to the original time and place.

As long as you can go back, what's the damn stinger's bad tone?