The fawn in the flames resembles the images surging on Professor Cao and Dr. Zhang.

But there is a big difference, these two members of the Antler Witch Hunter Knights have black mist coming out of their bodies to form a flame, and in the flame is a huge deer head that looks like bronze and jade.

And in Lin An's dark golden flame, there was a complete fawn.

Such a picture, floating in mid-air, turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared as his whole person became excited.

Lin An blinked, trying to immerse himself again in the 'rhythm of the deer walking breathing' that Professor Cao told him, but unfortunately, such a picture did not appear again.

"There must be something different!"

He muttered, rolled over and got up, rubbed his aching buttocks, looked left and right for a while, and finally looked at Mr. Qi Laozhai's album "The Smart Dance of the Deer" again.

Three steps and two steps walked over to pick it up, and Lin An quickly flipped it over.

This is one of the thirty-six illustrations, the picture of the fawn holding its horn against the horn of a goat, and the caption next to it reads - "The Fawn Plays" The fawn meets the baby goat, and they play happily......

It's a pity that Lin An has watched it for a long time, but he still doesn't have the feeling of agility and lightness just now.

He thought about it, quickly flipped through it, and finally found the picture of the deer jumping from the flower-filled rocks.

Just for a moment, he was once again immersed in the picture.

It was as if he had once again transformed into a fawn, jumping happily and freely through the woods.

This time, he consciously felt the rhythm of his breathing, and unconsciously became long and light.

With such breathing, he felt his whole body jump, his body itching, and he longed to jump like a deer.

He didn't jump, just watched in amazement at the dark golden mist wafting from his body.

The mist coalesced into flames, and in the flames, the fawn resurfaced.

Lin An looked up at the fawn, who raised his front feet and pulled on the flames, looking down at Lin An.

"You...... Hello! ”

Lin An said cautiously.

This was the third time he had tried to communicate with the anomalous images.

The fawn sneeze lightly, shook its head, and barked.

The cry was crisp and immature, with an inexplicable lightness.

Lin An actually understood, yes, he understood the fawn's cry without a teacher-hello, the real me.

"The real me?" Lin An was stunned for a moment, and looked at the other party suspiciously, "Then who are you?" ”

The fawn tilted its head, stuck out its tongue a little mischievously, and cried out - I am your spirit.

"Spirituality, what is spirituality?" Lin An's eyes widened excitedly, he finally knew what these abnormal pictures he had seen were all he had seen.

It's a pity that the deer screamed and said a lot, but she couldn't say it clearly, just repeated it - spirituality is spirituality.

The dark golden flame slowly dissipated, as if the energy was not enough, and the fawn in the flame gradually became transparent.

It just had time to turn its head and point its head at the bottom of the bed, and scream - that head is also your spirit.

With that, it completely dissipated.

Lin An wanted to call it out again, but he suddenly felt that the whole person was so uncomfortable that he was about to suffocate, a slight tingling sensation came from his sternum, a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his body, and he even felt dizzy.

He lay on the ground with some unsupport, gasping for breath.

The cold, restless feeling was rippling through him, slowly flowing and surging, as if the sea was lapping against the shore.

Crash~

Crash~

The eyelids closed slowly, tiredness welled up in my heart, and I fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, he was woken up again by a loud singing voice.

"Return my eyes~~ return my ~~eyes~~ return my ~~eyes~~eyes~~~"

The head rolled from under the bed to his head again and screamed.

Lin An turned over and got up from the ground, looked around blankly, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and suddenly found that he had slept for a full night.

Pull your head aside and get up lazily.

Taking a bath, changing into loose clothes, and choosing two books from Professor Cao's borrowed books and stuffing them into his schoolbag, Lin An hurriedly went out.

I ate a bowl of hot noodle batter, two fried dough sticks, and three steamed buns before taking the subway to the company.

The subway is shaking, and everyone is looking down at their phones.

Lin An is no exception.

He searched with some concern for the symptoms of last night's syncope, and the search engine gave the answer that he might have some kind of terminal illness.

Either it's a sign of some kind of cancer.

Eventually, he found the answer in a knowledge-sharing forum.

Oxygen poisoning caused by oxygen overdose!

If you take too much oxygen, you will be poisoned? Oh, the point is not this, the point is, he actually breathed through the kind of 'deer breathing rhythm rhythm' taught by Professor Cao, and the oxygen content of his lungs exceeded the standard?

It's outrageous!

He thought about it for a while, searched for content about health preservation in the forum, and the first question displayed in the default ranking was: I like qigong, how to practice?

Then someone replied: Practicing qigong requires the guidance of a master, and if you have a big problem with your own random learning, don't practice blindly, if you practice it, you will die. The problems caused by the wrong qigong practice cannot be found in the big hospitals with the best instruments.

Some people also commented on this answer - yo, the qigong master has come out to deceive people and sell classes again, 666.

Comment 2: Please believe in scientific fitness, don't be superstitious!

The answerer replied: I teach yoga, do you think this is superstition? Funny face. Is yoga fashionable, health preservation is superstition? Is horoscope divination fashionable, gossip superstition? Right, you think so, right?

“……”

Of course, Lin An knew that this person was teaching yoga, because the article in his collection that used breathing to relieve mental stress was written by this person.

He thought about it, clicked on this person's private message, and edited the message to send.

- Yun Shu Yun is big, I am your fan, I followed your previous post of meditation to adjust breathing and relieve stress, it is particularly useful, thank you!

- I have a question, is it possible to practice health maintenance until the oxygen concentration in the lungs exceeds the standard?

The question is outrageous.

Lin An was very suspicious that he would be regarded by the other party as a troublemaker, and he was directly blocked.

Perhaps, he should ask Professor Cao, or Dr. Zhang?

Or......

Little boss?

According to the words I heard last night from the female boss of Suxin Software, the original boss of Antler Software seems to be the boss of the Antler Witch Hunting Knights, and then the son of the former boss of the small boss doesn't want to inherit his father's business, he only likes to make money, and he doesn't like to make do with these things?

Lin An recalled the appearance of the little boss's hippie smile and sighed slightly.

For some reason, he began to worry about his future again.

Is it really good to jump from a programmer to a planning post with such a product?

Mastermind? He really doesn't understand anything.

It feels like this boss is doing business like playing.

Is this how business is done? Shouldn't the entrepreneurship in Lin An's impression be a team composed of a large number of highly educated elites or veteran drivers with rich experience?

I always feel that the antler software will be played by the small boss at any time and go out of business.

But ah......

Sometimes life is about making all kinds of compromises, and he is so eager for extraordinary power, how can he be willing to give up this opportunity.

It seems that he not only has to learn the books given by Professor Cao, but also has to learn the knowledge of planning, otherwise if the boss thinks he is useless, he will be fired.

It's not easy to work as a worker.

Lin An let out a sigh, and seeing that the blogger didn't reply to him, he turned off the phone screen and raised his head to look at the subway car.

Suddenly, a big colorful face came into view, and it almost scared him to death.

It was a particularly disgusting, sticky, oily-looking goldfish-like head, with two whiskers on it, dangling in mid-air.

The fishhead's mouth full of tiny teeth was slightly open, and it was tilted sideways to stare at itself with a large dead fish eye.

“！！！”

Lin An gritted his teeth to prevent himself from showing any abnormality.

Try to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

Tell yourself that these are all hallucinations, all hallucinations, all of which you don't know which person's gaze is projected on you, yes, it should be like this!

It's just a sight!

He's glad he's just a programmer, even if he's going to be a planner instead of a celebrity or something.

Otherwise, under the gaze of countless people, he felt that he was going crazy!

When he was studying in the past, a talent scout really approached him and said that he wanted him to be a trainee, but he refused at that time.

Later, he fantasized more than once that maybe he had lost the opportunity to become a big star.

Now, he really can't even think about it.

It's scary to think about.

Unconsciously, Lin An's breathing once again became the kind of breathing rhythm taught by Professor Cao, becoming long and light.

It's amazing, the fish head in front of me suddenly disappeared!

Yes, it disappeared abruptly!

It's no longer the way it turns into smoke and dissipates, as if I suddenly can't see the anomalous picture.

Lin An tried to resume normal breathing, not to immerse himself in that breathing rhythm, and after a while, a colorful fish head appeared in front of him again.

“！！！”