Not only when did his consciousness begin to be cut off by darkness, chaos, and some kind of ambiguous fog, but even the perception of his body seemed to dissipate in this boundless fog. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

His brain hadn't been dull since he could remember—or rather, he was on the verge of forgetting what he had been through. There was something that blocked his thoughts, cut off his consciousness and spirit from the past and the future, and made him more isolated than ever.

If he could still think normally, he would probably soon realize that this abnormal gap in thinking was not caused by tiredness, but by some more malicious external force that had forcibly imposed shackles on his mind. However, now he doesn't even have the strength to think about this, just floating and sinking in the turbid "underwater".

It was as if he had fallen into "the depths of water" - the part of his mind that held the knowledge told him that it was a term used by some ancient religions to refer to the origin and destination of the soul. According to ancient texts, believers in those religions believed that all living beings in this world would release souls that filled their bodies when they died, and they would return to the ambiguous bottom of the water for a brief period of precipitation before being thrown into the wheel of rebirth.

They seem to think that the soul is a essentia that can carry spirits and memories, and that things like thoughts are the occasional ripples of other things that accumulate on it. When reading ancient texts, it is easy to feel that their description of it seems to indicate the idea that the part that makes the individual self is not important, but that only the part that belongs to essentia is truly valuable.

I don't know if it's based on the chain reaction of these thoughts, but it seems that some kind of unseen situation really appears in front of his eyes. The cloudy darkness in front of him suddenly moved, and in the next moment, a large area of something like a point of light floated out from the lead-gray fog, and they were scattered and flying like fireflies against a black background, and the shimmering light seemed to illuminate the direction of his thinking.

As his thoughts revived in the changing landscape, his memories that had been cut off on the other side began to remind him that the scene in front of him was an association he had when he read the description of "the depths of the water", and that even he himself had forgotten it long ago.

Of course, this is definitely not the real "underwater" place, because it is impossible for a soul that still retains its self-consciousness to see it. All he saw was an illusion based on his thoughts and memories, and he was just being confined to it.

It could be some kind of potion, or maybe it was the effect of some kind of spell, but he didn't know it, and he didn't have the freedom to think in that direction. Under the influence of those supernatural forces, he can hardly remember who he really is, and can only be at the mercy of those who are at will.

The glimmers of light that were lit in front of him might have illuminated his mind, but they were far from enough to force his consciousness out of the chaos of nothingness. Thankfully, although it was still very weak, the realm of light was indeed gradually expanding, and perhaps he could still hope for a moment to think clearly.

But that "time" would not be now—because of the few areas that were illuminated, his consciousness was unconsciously divided into two diametrically opposed appearances. The side that dominates the body's reaction is still mired in ambiguity, while the part that dominates the thinking is surprisingly calm.

Therefore, the part of him that can be called "self" is still confined to the vast dream realm, and the whole body is immersed in a trance like deep water, all the way to his mind. Unable to act, unable to perceive, what little thought is left is the only freedom.

"What do you see?"

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone ask him something, and as if he didn't respond, the other person paused for a moment and asked again: "Tell me, what do you see?" ”

If the first time could have been an inquiry, the next words were simply an unreasonable command - as if they were slave owners who drove their slaves to work. This is not a kind of instruction that people can follow safely, but he is already in a trance and does not resist.

It's not because his extremely tired body has no strength to resist, but more basically, he didn't even have the idea of resisting that "voice" at all. Even a real slave will have the idea of overthrowing the "master" who is powerful over him when he is treated unjustly, but in the spirit that has sunk into the deep water, there is not even a gap left to grow them.

He wasn't unconcerned about all that became strange, but it was pointless for him to be suspicious, because he clearly didn't have the right to make his own choice. The voice demanded an unequivocal command, and all he could do was obey it.

Thinking and memory, these are the two main elements of building the soul of a creature, and after they are forcibly cut off from the body, the creature will eventually become a walking corpse. And if a person's mind can no longer control his own behavior, then everything about him is probably not much different from a puppet.

"I see it...... I saw ......"

Then he heard himself begin to answer the other man's question in a flat, unheaving voice, and though it was definitely not of his own volition, the words never stopped. Of course, these answers are not considered by the brain, but it is possible that this is what the other person wants to know.

So what did he "see"? His only inward curiosity made him interested in his own response to the other person's answers, because those things might make the mind in the chaos of nothingness a little more flexible, as it had just done to show a different landscape.

"I saw the end. ”

After muttering a short phrase repeatedly, the flat voice continued: "The sky cracked, the piercing aurora shone obliquely on the earth, and the burning rain of fire fell on the gray city...... Serpents and wolves inhabit the archipelago in the far north, and sons of man fight each other with swords and spears...... The pillars of the temple fell to the sky, and the nobles melted into rotten black mud...... After that, the golden king climbed the Silver Tower with a gear in his hand......"

Was it because his consciousness was not clear? He couldn't hear what he was saying, and the words he occasionally caught were staccato phrases and ambiguous rhetorical terms. What's more, he was almost unsure whether he understood the words that had just been sent out of his throat, because although they sounded similar to his habitual Chinese, they had strange differences in tone and word formation.

Perhaps he himself did not know what was coming out of his mouth: to say that they were some kind of prophetic phrases would be nothing more than arrogant pompousness, but to say that they were just the spontaneous babblings of a madman would be excessively logical.

According to his understanding of these words, fragments of images flashed from time to time in the firefly-sized points of light that floated in front of him. There are photographs of disasters that seem to have been taken with a camera, murals depicted on high walls with rough brushstrokes, and many more that are difficult to describe.

Funny to say, he did tell the voice who wanted to know what he had "seen" everything he saw, but the order was clearly completely wrong. If it weren't for the short sentences that came out of his mouth, he probably wouldn't have been able to see the fragments floating in the points of light.

The question is, did he really see it - he didn't remember anything about it, but he didn't think "he" could talk nonsense in that state. And if you think about it further, everything he said must have been that he had obtained information somewhere in order to inform the other party here.

He couldn't see the other person's reaction at all, and there was no way to stop him from continuing, so only the doubts that arose grew as time went on. He wanted to grasp the clues as much as he could, because these keywords seemed to have the power to pull him out of the abyss.

The little thinking he had was not helpful in understanding the situation, but he knew very well that he could not just let his consciousness sink into bottomless darkness. Before the other party realized that he had regained some of his senses, he thought about gradually expanding his perceptual realm before he—or theirs—had noticed.

The memories that had been cut off on the other side gradually penetrated as they were brightened by the light points one by one, and now the part in his hand was enough for him to analyze the current situation. Maybe there is no way to move on the physical side, but the mental effort keeps him from sitting still.

Soon after thinking about awakening, he vaguely realized that the current situation between hypnosis and secluded was artificial. As it looks, those people probably used spells or drugs or something like that to forcibly sever the connection between his spirit and his body, trying to get some information from his mouth.

Although he didn't think he was worthy of the other party's actions, they seemed to have discovered some special meaning from him. Even if his mouth was just muttering some vague words now, the other party continued to urge him to speak in more detail.

But this may not be bad, if they are worthless to them, they will probably be "punished" before they regain consciousness. Since the other party still has something to get from him, then at least he can be guaranteed to be safe until they squeeze that bit of value out.

This was his chance to get out of this situation.