She could see through and understand many things, but the only thing she didn't understand was why this person was able to get in.
What on earth is little Aini’s mother thinking?
The mother tree may treat "Aisun-Hitzfell" differently because it ate her - but that is because it had an illusion after eating her. The mother tree simply mistakenly thought that "Aisun-Hitzfell" was its "daughter".
It is hard to say how long this impression will remain, or whether it will suddenly realize that this is not the case at all.
This is already very unstable. Once the reaction comes, little Annie will definitely be eaten up. It's so risky for her to go in alone, why does her mother want to involve her lover?
Are you looking for death? Do you think we should die together?
Crow couldn't see through this, and she couldn't help but think of the many times when she couldn't see through the people she loved.
Ha Wen also has such emotional moments. There are many times when I think she should make rational choices, but she is willing to go all out.
Ah, thinking about it, it seems that my original body has done this kind of thing before... The first time was when I chose to betray her father, and the second time was when I wanted to save her at all costs and rushed into the sea of time alone.
As for the last time, that was when I discovered those dirty things and wilfully wanted to analyze them with my own strength, which caused the main body to become like that...
Is this the power of love?
I can't understand this kind of thing. No wonder I'm just a drop of blood...
The crow turned his head and squinted his eyes, showing a hint of mockery on his face in a very human way.
But this road is not easy to walk on.
The original body's fear of it was from the bottom of her heart. She was able to return by chance and with great perseverance and persistence. If she was not careful during the process, if she hesitated a little, she would fall apart and become a skeleton like garbage to be digested.
Little Aini can be considered my student now. The reason why Xia and I don't get along is only because she is very similar to me in some ways.
So I still hope you can come back...
But don't hesitate.
At the same time, Hitzfeld and his companions are experiencing what can be said to be the most dangerous fantasy journey in their lives.
The darkness was like a sky curtain shining down on their heads. The moment the light disappeared, neither of them could sense each other's presence.
This was a mysterious process, as if their bodies were being decomposed. Their souls, thoughts, and perceptions of the world and themselves were washed and refined by the dark sea, directly turning from text documents full of information into pages of clean white paper.
They can't see, hear...can't speak, can't think. Having lost all five senses and all the sense of touch, "time" has lost its meaning to them during this period of time.
They are completely constant and solidified. If nothing unexpected happens, they will maintain this posture forever and ever, until the story of the outside world resumes, until thousands of years later, no one remembers them anymore, and then they will be truly and completely eaten.
It's cruel, but this is the place of origin, and this is what the mother tree of origin does to living things.
To some extent, this was fair, for He did not discriminate based on species, nobility, beauty, or ugliness. Whether it was the native creatures of Namibia or the foreign spirits that accidentally approached from the void, He treated them all equally and devoured them all.
But all we can say is that someone had laid the groundwork for this moment in advance.
Mansoura Laurel Vera Hitzfeld, she does not see her death as a tragedy. On the contrary, she sees it as a "new beginning."
Why do you say that? Because if she doesn't die in this way, her child will have no hope at this moment. She certainly isn't sure they will meet here one day, but if it really happens, then only doing this can save her.
Something mysterious was quietly surging in the darkness. It was the great one hesitating, which made some people gradually regain consciousness.
She remembered that she should be a person named Aisuen Hitzfeld, and she came here to find an opportunity to become a god.
But what about Xia?
Hitzfeld's thinking was still very slow. She felt that her brain was like a rusty and aged machine. She had to think very hard to maintain her self-awareness.
That is, the level of cognition of "who am I?" is one of the most basic self-cognitions of intelligent life. If she cannot even maintain this cognition, she will become a vegetable, and her consciousness can be said to be completely dead.
Even so, the word "summer" came to her mind first.
It's a bit... strange...
I am Aisuen...
I am Aisun Hitzfeld...
I seem to be here to do something... to find an opportunity to become a god...
But what is “becoming a god”? What does “opportunity” mean?
From the beginning, I have been thinking of Xia Xia Xia in my heart...What is this "Xia"?
she does not know.
She couldn't remember.
It suddenly occurred to her that she should be alone.
A person should be similar to a monkey, but thinner and taller than a monkey, and have lost all his fur, leaving only hair in some places.
Just as she was thinking this, she felt her body in the darkness.
What kind of body?
It was not the female body she originally possessed, but a body of no gender, with only the rough concept of a "human-shaped outline". Apart from the concept of the outline, it had no other details.
It has no face, no facial features, no organs or internal organs. It is completely created out of thin air based on her imagination.
She began to recall more details.
People...should have five fingers.
Then ten fingers emerged from the front of the outlined arm.
People should have waist contours, elbow and knee joints.
The waist of the silhouette becomes slimmer, the hips gradually become fuller, the thigh and calf curves are formed, and the ankles and arches are gradually sculpted.
very excited.
It feels like painting or sculpting.
I think I've learned these things.
About human body structure.
This was the first time I used the knowledge I had to reinvent myself…
As he remembered more and more details, Hitzfeld finally "carved" out the face.
At this point, her body can be said to be not much different from her real body in the outside world. The only difference is that this body is more perfect than the one she has in reality.
No flaws, no blemishes.
The tentacles in the brain disappeared.
This body does not have divine eyes.
Some thin calluses on the body also disappeared, and everything outside and inside was perfect based on the original state.
Her mind became clearer than ever before, and she finally remembered the meaning of "summer".
Xia...shouldn't she come in with me?
I found myself again, but what about her?
Sensing this new spirit, Hitzfeld kept trying to turn around in the darkness, groping around and trying to touch his companion's spirit.
but.
Nothing at all.
Xia Yibing's spirit seemed to be completely dissolved in the darkness, becoming one with it.
Hitzfeld gradually felt uneasy and frightened, and she began to wonder if Laurel had deceived her about the conditions for becoming a god.
Of course my mother won’t harm me, but I can’t say for sure about Xia Ke.
If she only regarded Xia as a tool to help me get here, if I was able to regain my sanity because of the special treatment given to me by the mother tree.
What about Xia?
Did she consider that aspect when she made this plan?
Some are anxious, even angry.
Hitzfeld felt his emotions so complicated for the first time.
She was almost losing her patience. At this moment, she didn't even think about how to become a god. What opportunity was important? If this was to come at the cost of sacrificing the person who was most important to her, then she would rather not have such an opportunity!
It was at the moment this thought came to her mind that she discovered that she could see the picture clearly in the dark.
That is……
Extreme horror.
In this black world, endless corpses of spirits are piled up densely and layer upon layer in the most cruel and primitive way.
Most of them were human corpses, a few were animal corpses, and some were corpses of monsters that she couldn't recognize at all. These corpses looked like mummies and dissolved corpses, that is, they remained stiff and motionless. They existed in four directions: up, down, left, and right, in every corner of this dark world. Their movements were unified in that they took steps forward, stretched out their hands, and showed intoxicated or obsessed expressions on their faces, as if the most devout believers were trying to touch the gods with their hands... They were all stiff and motionless!
But they are flowing.
Their corpses cannot move, but the things attached to their corpses are moving.
Is that flesh and blood?
Hitzfeld wasn't sure.
She suddenly realized that rather than using this word to describe the flesh and blood that was stripped from the spirit, it would be better to say that it was memory, cognition, and the information that this existence had carried since its birth.
It's the information that's flowing.
They squirmed softly like flesh and blood, flowing down from all the corpses and falling to the ground, forming a slippery and muddy horrible swamp. Every moment, a corpse was completely swallowed up by the swamp, and the vacant position would be filled in the next moment.
"..." Hitzfeld had never seen such a bizarre, grotesque, horrifying, and fantastical scene. She felt that even if the hell and purgatory in mythology really existed, it would be nothing more than this. Her entire consciousness was completely frightened and shocked by this scene, and she dared not move for a long time.
Until someone pushed her away.
"!"
She realized that I also had a foothold in this place.
As she realized this, she almost immediately felt the slipperiness under her feet.
She was standing in a swamp formed by the intersection of flesh and blood. Endless stiff corpses surrounded her like sculptures. She could hardly move. She could only feel the flesh and blood flowing over her ankles and forcing a bunch of messy information into her the moment it came into contact with her.
Severe pain in the brain.
This feeling... is almost like touching that fake wisdom crown. At present, the information flow that is stuffed in is not too much, but it is very messy and complicated... Are these the memories of the corpses around?
Were they once spirits?
They come here for various reasons and are swallowed by the mother tree... these information flows are their nutrients.
Then the direction in which they flow must be the key.
Realizing that he couldn't stop here, Hitzfeld gathered his strength and tried to push away the corpses blocking the way ahead.
very difficult.
She had to use all her strength to push, squeeze, and even use violence to break the stiff corpses.
This itself does not require any effort, but every time she comes into contact with these things, even if just her fingertips touch their surface, those flowing things will spontaneously wrap around her and want to merge into her body.
"My name is Dora-Moriya..."
"My name is Eskoin, and I live in the beautiful Sea Lotus Teeth..."
"I really want to have another bite of the egg custard made by Belina..."
"I will kill Clegana... I want revenge... I want revenge...!"
wrong……
Hitzfeld stopped and covered his forehead in pain.
I am none of these things...
Your experiences have nothing to do with me...
I am who I am...
I'm just "Esun Hitzfeld"...
This isn't my memory, get out of here...
Get out of here!
She completely understood why Ms. Yusilian was afraid of this place, and also understood her description of it in her few words.
Indeed, every step you take here will be caught by the flow of information.
