I rarely have the opportunity to dedicate time to pondering my abilities, and in the past, I used to excite, advance, and transform in times of danger, and basically used them as soon as they came, always in such a hurry.

Occasionally trapped in the sea of consciousness is also wandering around and clueless, and as a result, I don't have an adequate understanding of my own abilities.

The night in the steppe was not quiet, and from time to time there was the howl of beasts outside the window, but they did not come near the city.

When I returned to my room, Hashan and the little wolf were biting and fighting for a rabbit doll in the living room, and the rabbit was torn in half the moment I entered the door.

The over-bleached cotton fell out, and the rabbit's plastic eyes jumped under the sofa, and Hashan hurriedly spit out the remnant rabbit in his mouth, squatting down and looking at the sky with an innocent face.

The little wolf ostentatiously took half of the rabbit in front of me and put it at my feet, knowing that it was not edible, so it was just a souvenir worth showing off.

The little wolf looked up at me with a look of praise on his face, and his little wet eyes did not look like a wolf or a dog.

Perhaps due to the influence of the black red worm and the leopard man, my attitude towards mutant beasts has changed now, and I always feel that the little wolf's eyes are very human-like.

Although it is still young and innocent, its eyes sparkle with the sparkle of intelligent life.

I gently touched the top of its head, just like Nini and Cao Baoyang, wolves will not be pets, whether it mutates or not, the nature of this creature determines that they cannot become human pets.

"Awesome, okay, go to bed now, you two sleep on the sofa, I'm going back to my room to work, good night."

I gestured as I spoke, gesturing to the couch and bedroom doors, and Hashan and Little Wolf nodded at the same time.

This anthropomorphic response reinforces my affirmation that the wolf cub is not an ordinary mutant beast, or rather, that it will never stop on its evolutionary path.

"Huh?" Before we started the meal, my mother brought the stew to our house in a basin for Hashan, and I remember that my mother put the pot on the coffee table, and Hashan also ate on the coffee table.

Now I want to put the basin away, but I find that the coffee table is clean and the basin is gone.

Seeing that my eyes first stopped on the coffee table, and then searched around, the little wolf immediately bit the side of my pants and pulled me to the kitchen.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw the missing stainless steel basin lying in the sink, which was still full of water.

Although the wolf is smart, it has a limited height, and it can't turn on the faucet without stepping on something that borrows strength.

"Did you open it?" I asked.

The little wolf nodded again, and then ran out happily, and I followed back to the living room, where Hashan had already jumped on the sofa, chosen a comfortable position, and rested his head on the sofa cushions, apparently planning to sleep.

The little wolf jumped up and squeezed between Hashan and the back of the sofa, nestled in his arms and closed his eyes.

Although I know that Hashan is a human and that the little wolf may evolve into a human in the future, I still feel like I'm going to be cute when I watch the two fluffy balls huddle together and sleep together.

I turned off the lights in the living room and walked into the bedroom.

Gu Yu and Shangguan didn't know what time they were going to talk, maybe they would discuss it until dawn, so I didn't wait for him.

There is a mahogany rocking chair in front of the window of the master bedroom, and the other furniture in the room is pure white with gold edges.

Perhaps the people who used to live in this room were older and liked to lie in this rocking chair in the afternoon and enjoy the warm sunshine.

I sat in the rocking chair, relaxed and lay down, and shook it slightly, feeling like I was riding in a small boat.

The rocking chairs are carpeted and the chairs are well maintained, so there is no noise to break the silence of the room.

I turned my head sideways, the pale golden curtains were open, the soft moonlight was shining outside the window, and the city became an abstract painting of many blurred shadows.

I first let my mind relax, controlled my breathing, gradually closed my eyes, and let myself go deeper into the sea of consciousness.

This time I didn't rush to do anything, just calmly wandered around, as if it was my first visit.

I have always thought that the sea of consciousness is a void space, and the energy it absorbed before is quickly digested by it, so it is always empty and chaotic.

I have never thought about how spiritual power is generated, why such a vast sea of consciousness has never been filled.

Only if I know my abilities well enough can I use my abilities flexibly, and I don't necessarily have to fight the enemy's ability level.

I remembered that Bai Junyang had asked me to exercise to detect the inner world, so I launched a double scan to examine my body and mind at the same time.

I've faked my death, I've died, I've had countless injuries, and yet I haven't examined my body in a long time.

The resilience of the High Zombies gives me confidence in myself, and no matter how many injuries I take, I will always heal quickly.

But when I examined my body's cells, I found that my cellular resilience was not that strong, at least not as good as I thought.

I opened my eyes and decided to do a little experiment, I took off my pants and went into the bathroom, pulling up my pants to show my calves.

I stepped on the edge of the toilet bowl and plunged a dagger into my calf, first making a shallow cut, and the wound healed quickly.

Then I pressed harder, and made a deep hole in the leg, and the blood fell into the toilet, but the wound healed quickly.

It took about the same amount of time to heal twice, but I found that when the wound was deep, the sea of consciousness would separate energy to help the cells in my body become more resilient.

Not when the wound is shallow, that is, the cells themselves are not so repairable.

For example, my cells are B-class abilities, and when they encounter A-class abilities, my mental power will temporarily raise them to the level of A-class abilities until the end of the battle.

I didn't feel it at all before, but maybe I didn't pay attention to it, if death is also an injury, then the resurrection depends not only on mutant cells, but on a powerful supply of spiritual power.

No wonder Hu Tao and their wounds take longer to heal than mine, it turns out that it is not that they have inherited it incompletely, but that they do not have such a strong spiritual power as mine.

Therefore, if they are mortally wounded, there is no possibility of resurrection, so if their spiritual power is strong to a certain point, can they reshape their physical bodies?

Did the thing that swap my face make a fake body with embodied spiritual power, or did it recreate a new flesh and blood body?

I've never associated mental power with the body, because the spirit is a very abstract thing, and the body is matter.

Just like no matter how split a person's personality is, he is still a body after all, and he will not separate N different new individuals because of schizophrenia.

This bold idea made my hair stand on end, and I plucked out a hair and poured mental power into it to see if it could become another me.

As a result, dozens of hairs were pulled out, and nothing came out, and I was both disappointed and relieved.

I still didn't get to that thing, but I wasn't discouraged, I continued to check my body, and sure enough, I found something new.

In the sea of consciousness, there are many dark shadows, like shadows on X-rays, they are the same color as the dark sea of consciousness, which reminds me of the joke of the crow flying into the forest at night.

Their presence doesn't hurt or itch, and it doesn't interfere with my actions and abilities, but these things appear in my consciousness, and I need to figure out what they are.

It was as if I had found a mass of unidentified substance in my stomach, and if it wasn't food, it was probably a lesion.

I first tried to 'digest' it with mental power, and found that this trick worked, which shows that it is not something that cannot be digested.

Perhaps they are energy that has not been fully absorbed in the past, and has become a 'hoarded food' piled up in the sea of consciousness.

It's very difficult to digest this kind of thing, and my super Grade A psychic ability is all used, and I can only shrink the shadow by one millimeter at a time.

It's a stupid method, but it's the only way at the moment, and I'm like a hygienic person, doing the clean-up work all the time.

It took more than three hours of continuous scrubbing to digest all the shadows, and before I could enjoy the fruits of my labor, my brain fell into a state of shutdown.

When my brain cooled down and restarted, I gradually regained consciousness and found that I was still immersed in a sea of consciousness.

I floated in the sea of consciousness and was so stunned by the changes around me that I almost wanted to roar!

After hours of hard work, the void space finally turned into a garbage recycling bin?

Unfortunately, my consciousness has no eyes, and I can't confirm that I am dazzled by rubbing my eyes.

There are indeed all sorts of objects floating in the sea of consciousness, colorful, colorful, and full of flaws or broken things.

Cracked wood, stone, clods of earth, green and black and yellow sewage, rusty metal.

There are a lot of things I can't name, and none of them are like 'new' anyway.

I sorted them one by one, and no matter where they came from, they were all in my head now, and I had to clean them up if they were messed up again.

When I 'looked' at a few small flames that seemed to be extinguished at any time, I suddenly remembered the strange fire given to Zheng Chao, which was the flame that wandered out of the body after the death of the supernatural person.

If the flames represent fire-type abilities, then are all these rags from different types of abilities?

But why are they in my sea of consciousness, I recall that the large-scale absorption ability was when I dealt with bandits in Tibet.

But after I absorbed their abilities, I used them right away, so how could I have any left?

Is it really a hoard...... I didn't feel it at all before, and besides, I thought that what I sucked into the sea of consciousness was energy, but who knew that it was an entity that embodied spiritual power.

This discovery overturns past experience, and when Zheng Chao and Gu Yu absorbed spiritual power to materialize entities, they were both in reality, and the entities had not entered their spiritual world.

Besides, those supernatural people in Tibet are not of high level, and it stands to reason that they have not yet been able to concretize their spiritual power.