Losing the shackles of the body in the material world, observing the things around us from the perspective of a spirit body, all beings seem to be shrouded in a hazy veil.

It's not just things that seem to be unreal, but even the image of the body has become less real. Curt looked at his hand, which had become dull and had a slightly transparent tinge, making him feel as if he could see behind him through the palm of his hand.

He looked around warily, it was still the small studio in the Carlrota Clinic, and the things he had used for his work were still scattered around it. It's just that Hermia and Carl Rota, who were originally standing beside him, are nowhere to be found, and can only barely feel their breath.

Of course, now he is already a spirit being, so his horizon is also fixed in this world. Without some special means, it seems difficult for spirits and living creatures to see each other's existence - but that doesn't mean they can't interfere with each other's worlds.

The sight was so familiar, Curt could still feel the breath of his friend, and this clear environment was probably built on the consciousness of all the patients who came to the clinic. And the most obvious is Carlotta, the Gulnius standing beside Curt who projects a strong willpower around him.

Curt glanced at his body with interest, it was probably the only "living thing" in this world, it was almost as if he had split into two. Several dim silver veins extended from the fallen body to Curt's body, and finally disappeared at the distance that was about to reach the body.

Curt took a closer look at the tiny veins, their colors so dull that they almost dissolved into the air. These veins may be something that connects the body and the soul. Like a chain, Curt was firmly bound from his body with drugs.

He stared at the veins, which were only the thickness of a hair, and tentatively reached out and touched them. However, his outstretched hand did not touch anything, only watched as if his hand was slicing through the air. Wipe through the space that is clearly connected to a thin line.

Seeing that his hands could not touch the silver threads, Curt thought silently for a while, and then circled around his body. Only then did he realize that the veins that had been only a short section became longer and longer as he moved, as if there was no end.

It may be a bit wrong to call them bondage, as they don't seem to limit Curt's distance from his body. No matter how far he tried to stretch the veins, he could only see that they stretched with his footsteps, and they did not and did not hinder his progress at all.

Is it just that the distance is not long enough? Looking at the long and short silver veins, I don't know why. This thought suddenly occurred to Curt.

But soon someone offered him the opportunity to test the hypothesis - his body was lifted up by something unseen and transported out of the studio. It is possible that after seeing Curt fall to the ground unconscious for a long time after taking the potion, Hermia and Calrota did not know the effect of the potion, let alone what was wrong with him, so they had to send him to a nearby bed to rest.

Three times five divided by two, Curt who fell to the ground was carried up, although from his current point of view, his body flew up uncontrollably, and he also staggered out of the door of the room, towards the stairs leading to the second floor of the clinic.

It's really amazing to see your body being manipulated by other people from another perspective. Judging by the height of the suspension of the body. It was Carl Rota who carried the unconscious man on his shoulders and asked him to go to the hospital room to be with Lizzie, who had been sleeping for a long time.

He followed the door of Carl Rota's studio and saw his body slowly move up a floor, and the thin silver threads that connected to his body were also slowly extending. He wanted to catch up and find out. But a looming wall blocked the way ahead.

Obviously, Curt is not the only one who has zài around him, and several blurred images overlap in the same place, creating a dizzying environment. The phantoms that remain in this world weave complex outlines. A circle of black ripples spreads out in the surrounding space.

It's not just the realm of objects in Curt's memory, but the otherwise empty walks are blocked by all sorts of things. These things, which did not originally exist in zài, are remnants of the past in this clinic. They do not affect living creatures, they only block the path of spirits.

Curt lifted his hand and lightly touched a tattered image beside him. But it disintegrated at the fingertips in an instant. It was the wreckage left after the shattering of countless residual thoughts, and their owners were probably about to forget their existence, and only they remained here to rot quietly.

Although they are already vulnerable, they are still able to prevent the spirits from moving beyond themselves into the deeper parts of the clinic. If it weren't for their existence, I'm afraid this room would have become a lair of the undead - just the remnants of the floating souls outside the door would be enough for Carlotta to drink.

Perhaps it should be said that it is worthy of the dark alleys of the old town, which have absorbed the blood of countless dead people in the past years. Near this clinic, many mutilated spirits can be seen, standing silently in their territory, waiting to return to their roots.

The souls of the dead often record their final appearance, but looking at the mutilated spirits, Curt can't imagine how they all died. A necromancer with more than half of his body missing slowly floated past the bed, inadvertently making eye contact with him.

However, he had no interest in Curt, so after a quick glance, he turned his head away and continued to swim in the air. His translucent body was stained with a faint amount of blood, and even the wreckage of his thoughts still had some unpleasant characteristics.

It seems that he is just an ordinary person who died a tragic death, and his gloomy body can barely tell what era he belongs to. Seeing that he was about to disappear into the darkness outside the window, Curt somehow felt important to him, trying to distinguish the blood-soaked face.

"I remember telling you to contact me whatever went wrong after drinking the potion, rather than asking you to see what the faces of these dead men looked like. ”

The girl's gloomy voice suddenly reached Curt's head, and it seemed that she was very unhappy because of Curt's passivity. A little silvery mist spread from the surrounding darkness to Curt's side, and a short figure wrapped in darkness slowly walked out of it.

Lizzy had freed herself from the confines of her flesh by repeating her old tricks, but now she couldn't see who she was, and the darkness that almost completely covered her body made her look like a ghost coming out of the abyss. Even if someone could look at him directly, they would probably only be frightened by the way he looks.

"I'm sorry, but you have to know that this is the first time I've looked at the world of souls like this—you know, it always takes a little time for people to get used to new circumstances, even me, don't you?" looked at Lizzie's reproachful eyes, but Curt shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

He had observed many of these scenes before with the help of Lizzie's spells, but most of them had just shared images from Lizzie's memories. If it was the first time that a soul had actually been allowed to roam the world without his body - and he had to admit that it felt good.

In the Elemental School, the souls of all living beings are generated by "fire", which is transmitted through guò "wind" to the body belonging to "earth", and finally extinguished in "water". Although Curt did not agree with this statement in the past, he suddenly found it somewhat convincing.

All the weight disappeared with the body that bound the soul, and he had never felt so free. The unimaginable sense of liberation made him feel that as long as he wished, he could even reach all the places in the world in the blink of an eye without being affected by space.

It's an absolutely addictive feeling, so Curt can feel the danger of it as well - if someone experiences it once, all entertainment loses its meaning in their eyes. It is very likely that Sein Demokra made those who were accused by him experience the feeling of being out of the body to control them, after all, this is a tempting condition for most mages.

Some people say that patience is poison for the body, but in order for the brain to have a normal course of rationality, it is necessary to maintain proper self-control.

"It's still like this, forget the lies, just be happy. ”

Looking at the hippie smiling Curt, Lizzie sighed softly: "Anyway, your speed of action has always exceeded my expectations, originally I thought that it would take them longer to concoct the potion, after all, those materials are not easy to get by, and the blending of the potions is also a waste of effort." ”

When arranging the plan, Lizzie had already calculated the time needed to prepare in advance, so she chose to return to the clinic in Carlotta now. However, Curt was a little faster than she expected, and she had a chance to observe the world before she rushed back.

"But it's good that the plan goes as planned. ”

Lizzie's fingers swung in the air as if they were plucking strings, and the silvery mist that surrounded them slowly spread, enveloping Curt and Lizzie completely. They are like dust that only appears in dreams, emitting a faint moonlight that hides all the qiē around them.

Gradually, the illusions that had previously existed in the clinic became blurred, and even the once most rigorous building frame shattered into black wreckage. Curt closed his eyes slightly, and under Lizzie's control, they were moving deeper through here to the depths of the "dream". (To be continued......)