The space in the sarcophagus is not large, and it can only accommodate the white jade skeleton itself, and if you shoehorn a meron into it, it will be very crowded.

Normally, Melen would not choose to lie down, but considering that the process of meditation and psychic takes a long time, and his reaction will be much slower than usual, Melen simply hid in the coffin.

In this way, if there is really any change around him, then he still has a layer of protection.

On the other hand, it was also because Meren didn't feel the danger from the skeleton, or rather, he felt that the place where the skeleton stayed was safer than the space outside.

However, it was not pleasant to be squeezed in a narrow place with it, especially since the other party's bones were very hard, and when he turned sideways to face each other, his ribs were propped up on Mellen's elbow like an iron railing, which was almost painful.

The skeleton itself did not resist this act in the slightest, of course, it couldn't resist either, and Melen could faintly feel its curiosity and wonder about it, as if it couldn't figure out what it was going to do.

It's just that it can't speak at all, let alone ask, and it can't even move, so it can only "watch" at Melen and let him do it.

So, after posing, Melun closed his eyes according to the specific visualization method he had seen during the day, and began to sketch in his mind the specific appearance, breath, touch, and so on of the skeleton.

The process was not smooth, as it was inevitable that he would not be able to remember all the bones and structures of the skeleton at a glance.

After repeating the experiment and opening his eyes to observe an unknown number of times, Melen was able to clearly "build" the skeleton itself in his mind.

In terms of the subsequent breath touch, it is more like giving the soul of the scene in the mind, which feels very simple, but it is actually very difficult.

However, although the progress was slow, it did not stop in the end.

Gradually, as time passed, the false bones in his mind seemed to come to life, starting to move from the finger bones.

However, it was also after this happened that a chill came to strike.

Along with it, there is a smell of earthy smell wafting into the nose.

The external environment had obviously changed, and Meren didn't bother to sketch the skeleton in his head, and opened his eyes vigilantly.

Then he was shocked to find that he was lying in a place of ice and snow!

A faint snowflake drifted in the sky, falling on the surface, as if covering the land with a snow-white carpet woven of silver filigree, and Melun was lying on the edge of the "carpet", on the embankment next to a river.

The surroundings are empty, not to mention the sarcophagus and skeletons, there is not even the slightest trace of artificiality, a natural scene.

"What's going on?"

He was a little confused because of this, and a word subconsciously flashed through his mind - hallucination.

But it's not like it, because whether it's the cold snowflakes falling from the sky or the hard touch of the ground below, they are all lifelike like the real environment.

At the same time, the cold air he breathed in his nose aroused goosebumps all over his body.

But it is precisely because of this that Mellen realizes that no matter where this place is, it is not real.

Because his current body is not a real body, and his real body has long been resistant to cold because of the practice of breathing, although the surroundings are cold, but it is not cold enough for him to react.

Meren got up and began to explore around.

Then he discovered more and more special things.

For example, an unknown species of tree by the river has a faint golden bark, and the dead branches on it are very hard in color like metal.

The black dirt under your feet doesn't seem to be anything, but digging down a little, you can find some small dark blue particles hidden in the soil, I don't know what they are.

The river was even more bizarre, and when she squatted down to take a closer look, Melun could faintly detect a strange emotion from the rushing rapids, and she couldn't tell the truth, as if the river was conscious.

It's just that this awareness seems to be very small, and even Mellen is not sure if it is a delusion on her own.

So he began to swim against the current, and searched for it in the same way.

Time keeps ticking.

The snowflakes in the sky were drifting all the time, falling on his body, gradually dyeing him into a snowman, and the surrounding forest and earth were covered in silver, except for the sound of the river flowing, there was no birdsong, no voice, and there was silence, as if it were dead.

But it also made Mellen more and more confused, whether this place was fake or real.

Or is everything around you real, except for yourself?

There are more and more doubts, but no one has told the answers.

Until he saw two figures running and playing by the river in the distance.

The distance was too far for Melen to see the appearance of the two people clearly, and she could only roughly distinguish that they were two women.

This made him a little surprised, but more of a person who couldn't wait to go over and ask about the situation.

However, after hurrying for a while, his face became a little strange, and his steps softened.

"On this snowy day, I stayed outside without wearing anything......

He was a little hesitant to go over, but before Meren could make a decision, one of the women who was looking at the river with her hands on her hips spotted him, and after a moment of frustration, she unconsciously let out a pleasant exclamation.

The cry provoked another woman next to her, who was crouching there, not knowing what she was doing, to turn her head to look at her.

Then, after a few seconds of froze, the two strange women got up in a panic and ran away.

Watching their backs disappear from view, Melen didn't react in place.

After a pause, he walked over to where they had been, and looked down to see a small snowman mixed with dirt sitting quietly by the river, obviously unfinished, looking a little ugly.

This is clearly what the squatting woman was doing earlier.

It's just that......

"Why do you seem to have met two female savages?"

After carefully looking at the image style of the snowman a few times, Melen frowned slightly.

Following the route the two had fled, into a wood, more details made him more and more suspicious of this possibility.

Whether it is graffiti on the side of the road, or some ornaments piled up in the woods and clearings, they all obviously have a "barbaric" style.

However, when he followed the forest path to a simple "shack" made of tree branches, what he saw slightly broke his previous suspicions.

for he saw the two women again, and they were both clothed.

It's just that Mellen can't help but suspect that this dress is exactly the same as the Fort Saint Grant's student uniform he was wearing at this time.

(End of chapter)