The flow of light and shadow, like a modernist splashing ink on the canvas, made Roach dizzy. A huge table crashes into Roach, who scrambles back and nearly falls into a metal chair.

Like a reversal of time and space, or like a movie playing backwards, countless objects from the past fill the space around Roach. The crystal table stood in front of him, and Roach stood at one end of the table. Nine chairs were placed on the side of the table, four on each side of the long table, one chair on the opposite side, and Roach happened to have no chair.

A little farther away, there were many more comfortable sofas around me, interspersed with tables, flowers, and glittering crystals. The light and shadow of the ink continued to distort, and the four walls appeared, and the new space was far less than the size of the cave.

Just when Roach panicked and worried that this might be a prison cell, he was imprisoned. Narrow, soaring windows appear on all the walls, shining brightly.

A wrought-iron glass door appeared on the wall opposite Roach, and just as he stretched out his hand to block the sudden light, the double door was pushed open with a "bang".

A woman appeared in the doorway, her dress glowing softly, and her face was beautiful, although Roach couldn't see it clearly, he only knew that it was the highest level of beauty of a woman in line with his aesthetics. She walked in vividly, like the curtain of a drama opened, and the spotlights of the world shone on her, she is the heroine of the peerless beauty.

"You woke me up." She said, standing at the other end of the long table, standing next to her chair.

"Not me." Roach said, "If you are the god of the Allah lamp, I am not the one who released you. ”

The woman seemed to think for a moment, and then let out a nonchalantly "oh".

"Where is he?" Rocky asked. "Why didn't I see him?"

"He's too far away from us to see me." The woman said, looking proud.

"And who are you? Where are we? In the space of consciousness? Roach asked. Suddenly, he noticed that the crown-like ornament on the woman's head was not worn on her head, but that the crystal jewel floated and gently turned on top of her head. Roach's heart shook, "I know who you are. ”

"Who am I?" The woman tilted her head to look at him, she may still maintain her youthful countenance, and she also had a youthful and reckless demeanor, but from the eyes that Luo Qi vaguely glimpsed her, she seemed to have dozens of centuries of experience.

"Ancestral Mage." Roach said in a low voice with suppressed fear and shock. He still remembered the woman he had seen through the alien's eyes in his memory. She has only appeared once, and there is no clear record of her in the mage's history books.

"It's a name that's hard to define." She laughed, "Before I finally fell asleep, humans were obsessed with making bronzes. What are they doing now? ”

"They're addicted to talent shows and reality shows right now." Roach said.

"What does that mean? Are they starting to leave this world? The woman asked him.

"Come on." Roach said, "If you mean to go to the moon, already"

"That's long enough, I can indeed be called the Ancestor." The woman said.

"You've been staying here? You're a piece of her consciousness, aren't you? Rogi asked. Is this a place in your memory? ”

"I am her, and the existence of the soul is the real existence." She seemed to be a little angry suddenly, and said in a stern tone.

"I'm sorry." Roach said, "Then you can't find one for yourself?" ”

The woman was amused, Roach's gentle and harmless personality has always been very pleasing to women, "I want to find a name for myself first, right?" ”

"You exist, but you don't have a name?" Rocky asked.

"I've been around for too long, and I have many names." The woman said with a smile, she looked at Roach, "You're interested in this, aren't you?" You walk in this door and think about it all over your heart, like shouting in the world of consciousness. You want a person to exist. ”

Luo Qi was said to be in his heart, but he was very calm, the ancestor mage is a god, if such an existence finds out a little bit of your thoughts, what is there to be embarrassed about.

"If you're really the Ancestral Mage, can you do me a favor?" Rocky asked.

"I thought about it, I decided to call it Eva." The woman said to herself, and walked slowly down the table towards him.

"Do you need me to be more sincere?" Rocky asked.

"Let's say you get down on your knees and beg me?" The woman said, approaching Roach, and a soft and boneless hand rested on Roach's shoulder. "But you don't have to be like that, you're a good boy."

"There's a way to make a person live longer, right?" Rocky asked.

"If his soul wasn't damaged, of course there was a way." The woman who called herself Iva smiled, and suddenly frowned again, "But the reason why he can't live is because of his soul?" ”

"You're conscious, aren't you?" Roach asked, turning his head to stare at the woman.

"But I can help you mend your soul, and as long as his ego is there, anything is possible." Eva said eagerly, as if sensing the movements of Roach's subconscious mind.

Roach took a deep breath, and at this moment, it was as if the water rippled in a circle, and the world around him had a slight crack for a moment.

Roach was originally transparent in front of the powerful consciousness of the Ancestor Mage, but his consciousness twisted the thoughts that tempted him into thinking a few times, and he didn't think about what the Ancestor Mage wanted him to think. In a few twists and turns of the contest, Roach really felt the cold and strange yet familiar taste.

"You're not human." Roach said, reaching out and grabbing the woman's arm.

"Ahh The woman screamed in pain, "It hurts, you hurt me." ”

The man's desire for protection was only a flash in the air, and Roach managed to restrain himself and moved himself in the direction of the big pig's trotters.

In a real moment, Luo Qi felt the hardness and coldness of his fingers, as well as some familiar flavors that sometimes remained on Du Zheng's hands. Du Zhengyi may insist that his weapons have no smell and metal has no taste. But Rocky thought it was nonsense, he could smell it anyway.

What was in front of him, whatever he saw with a powerful psychological intervention, was not real. He was holding on to a metal body, a person condensed from Du Zhengyi's weapon.

Luo Qi didn't know if he should be afraid, he should be scared to pee his pants, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel that it was like Du Zhengyi's knife had become a fine.