"Uh...... Ahh

The mixture of facial arthropods in the gaps of the huge scale armor cast attention in a brief moment, releasing an invisible but tangible mental pressure, and the clump of arthropod barbs conveyed the desire to snatch something from him.

Intuitively, William experienced the feeling of being stuffed into the washing machine hundreds of years in advance, and added a few more spoonfuls of bitter and irritating laundry detergent. In particular, this washing machine is still in free fall in the air, and at the same time, it is accompanied by a deep nightmare scene that hits the eyeballs, which has a unique flavor.

The surrounding environment is in a superimposed state, transforming from the original cave to a cracked and widened form, and the changes of the present world are reflected here, that is, the handwriting of the "previous layer of paper" is pressed to the "next layer of paper", like a kind of process of uncoating and reshaping, which is very similar but not completely corresponding.

The bad thing was that he didn't faint again, and his chaotic consciousness finished the whole set of uncontrolled falls, and it was terminated by a frenzied sudden brake, and it felt like his soul was shaken away.

The hand on his shoulder let go, letting him stumble a few steps in the darkness to regain his balance, impatiently lighting the light.

The flames stained with grease and fuel gave a faint sense of security, illuminating the figures of the two men, and the darkness outside the aperture was calm, and there was no sign of anything for the time being.

"Kraft......" William was about to ask if the above thing had passed, but the silence of his companion made him notice something strange, "Are you okay?" ”

Kraft didn't give any explanation for the uncontrolled fall just now, nor did he light the torch first, but just stood in place, slowly raised his hand, and wiped the back of his hand under the side of his jaw that was not exposed to the fire, as if to wipe off the sweat of the movement.

However, his face was as dry as usual, and the temperature in the cave was not easy to sweat.

Kraft reached out into the firelight, the bright red liquid wetting the back of his hand and drooping from his fingertips. The neckline on the backlit side of the neck is red.

"It's not bad." The mandible is a complete piece, and it inevitably implicates the other side when vocalizing, and can only limit the opening and closing as much as possible, making a muffled urn sound from the throat. "But it's not much better, help me look at the wound."

He turned to William, who saw the wound - a finger under his left ear, which nearly cut off the earlobe, and passed diagonally down the right branch of the mandible, apparently not reaching the neck.

The large red color that could be cast made it impossible to identify the damage here, and even if the torch was close enough to dry a few blonde hairs, only a film of blood could be seen slowly flowing against the skin.

"It may have hurt a blood vessel in the neck." William hastily pulled out an unknown piece of cloth and wanted to use it to dry the blood and observe the wound.

The dusty hand was blocked, and Kraft tilted his head, grabbed the wrist without even looking at it, and removed it from his face with the suspicious cloth, "No, then the blood will spurt to the roof of the cave and fall headlong at once." ”

With that, he slowed down for a few seconds, reclaiming his ability to speak from the pains, "There's a small bag pressed under the torch, take it out." ”

The condition on the neck is unknown, and I dare not press deeply, and the effect of compression to stop bleeding is quite limited, but the degree of bleeding is indeed reduced, and I don't know whether it is the effect of coagulation or compression.

He took a vial of liquor from William's spread bag and poured it over the wound, and wrapped himself in a ridiculous shape with a clean cotton cloth. Fortunately, the teacher taught head and face bandaging back then, and he was quite distracted.

"I never thought I would use it on myself one day!"

Thanks to his spiritual senses, he is provided with not only the ability to break through the darkness, but also the enhancement of the sense of distance brought by the special perspective. The perception of space no longer comes from the indirect transformation of visual images, but jumps to the direct understanding of three-dimensional space.

This allows him to use this accurate, timely and non-blind spatial cognition to guide his movements, accurately grasp the timing of his moves, and notice every movement of his arthropods and faces, thus acting as a transient prediction.

Of course, this is completely a façade, and it is impossible to predict the outcome of reckless risky actions, but only to provide the trajectory of the arthropods that erupt around them, giving the mind enough information to conceive and implement countermeasures in a short period of time.

It is not surprising that he was unable to retreat with his whole body, or that at that moment, he was able to avoid several arthropods that moved disorderly at the same time was already a high-level performance, and it was an accident that he did not fold in it.

In his haste and injury, the level jump was affected, and he almost lost control and fell down at a much faster speed than he had imagined, almost expecting to go straight to the second layer.

"Are you ready?"

There was no time to wait, Kraft pressed William's shoulder, and the environment was stabilizing, indicating that the thing had left.

"You really don't want to take a break?" William's eyes widened, and the situation was like that of a coachman who had driven the carriage out of the cavalry at full speed on a mountain road, and casually hammered two nails into the cracked axle, inviting him to get on the carriage and come for another ride.

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"I think you can wait a little longer......"

Heaven and earth are reversed, and the sense of reverse fall washes over the senses. He realized that this didn't seem to be a discussion with him, but a tactful notice before the start.

Kraft had his own idea that he had to return to the present world and leave the mine before the time limit for his senses arrived, or he would have to spend half an hour more in the depths dealing with the negative effects of the closure.

If there is another sound of arthropod walking during this time, and another race, then he will really have a nervous breakdown.

He led William to the present world.

At the same time, the consciousness is consciously feeling that speed, comparing the time that travels between planes and the subjective experience of feelings.

Kraft tasted a certain habit.

The habit of walking on two feet accumulates as it shuttles, penetrating deep into the body. Previously, he stabilized his progress in a sudden high-speed fall, just like when he suddenly stumbled, the balance reflex automatically controlled his muscles to respond.

The balancing reflex is inherent in man, and when he mobilizes his mental organs to use this geometric prism of unknown origin, a certain phenomenon also appears.

He tried to pick up the pace, William let out an inverted rollercoaster-style scream in the spinning, and Kraft felt like a toddler, trying to swing his legs faster.

The limit had not yet arrived, and the habit of this action did not even make him uncomfortable, and the spiritual senses faithfully reported the deep changes.

He was running, moving from plane to plane at a speed never before before, and the wound felt like a burning and cold sensation seeping into the body and beyond, and that habit was deeply ingrained in the mind, like a nerve reflex that gradually perfected into the body as it grew and developed.

It is certain that there has been some kind of transformation, the accumulation of quantitative changes into qualitative changes, the catalysis induced by injuries and hasty diving, which is manifested in the habit of deep and shuttle, but he still cannot understand what this means.

As far as the subjective consciousness is concerned, it only knows that it is running, and the toddler is pushed one day by chance, and passively leans forward and strides under the balance reflex, thus knowing that he has already completed the stage of learning "walking" in practice.

A cold and thin ray of light appeared in front of him, cooling the retina that had been tormented by fire and shadows all night.

Kraft loosened the prism and enjoyed the hard-won moonshine. It pours through an unobstructed exit, paving a gorgeous path of brilliant green, silver and white on the crystals of the ground, leading to the earthly sky.