"All right."
"After you go in, don't worry about the other person. Imitate Emera and try not to see, hear, or speak. Do you understand?"
"clear."
This is actually a very difficult condition. The first and second ones are easy to deal with, just closing your eyes and not speaking, but the middle one of "not listening" -
It doesn't mean covering your ears and not listening, but making sure not to take anything you hear to heart.
It's like the sound of rain.
thunder.
That white noise.
Although it can be heard, it is naturally filtered out and does not affect rest, sleep or other things you are concentrating on doing.
This... Hitzfeld dared to say it was a piece of cake. After all, she had experience. When she was troubled by insomnia and its sequelae, she always habitually filtered out those empty whispers.
But as for Xia Yibing...this is probably the first time for her.
It may be difficult.
Hitzfeld was ready to adapt himself first and then find a way to lead her.
that's it.
After making sure that both of them were ready, and had just eaten and showered, and were mentally relaxed in every way, which was a peak to some extent, Hitzfeld opened his divine eyes and started to backtrack to the medium.
Ripples spread out like water.
But she closed her eyes and let the ripples pass through her thoughts.
……
……
This time she went in with her eyes closed.
I didn't go in first and then close my eyes because I was afraid that as soon as I saw something, I would be interfered with and affected by that power, and closing my eyes would be useless.
Will it be effective?
perturbed.
disturbed.
Then gradually, she heard a sticky and slippery movement.
whisper……
puff...
Something is dripping.
Something is flowing down.
I seemed to be in an environment where both hot and cold coexisted.
Well……
The vision was obscured by the darkness, but the hearing became more acute. In this situation, it seems a bit difficult to treat everything you hear as background noise...
Trying his best to restrain his associations, Hitzfeld finally adapted to this awkward situation.
Then something magical happened.
Another golden ripple spread out. Although her eyes were closed, her left eye——
She was pretty sure it was only the left eye.
However, her left eye "saw" the real picture from the outside world.
It is still the bell tower.
The sunset in the distance was about to be swallowed by the sea level, and the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the water, creating ripples.
Bustling streets and prosperous harbor.
Everything looked almost the same as what I saw the first time.
Do not--
She twitched her lip unconsciously.
There is a difference.
Those pedestrians.
Those passers-by.
The scenery, the sea, the greenery, the buildings...
When she stared at them carefully with her divine eyes, she would find that they always appeared blurred and distorted at some moment.
Before the blur there was a person.
But the blurry moment...
Then some wriggling will be revealed.
Indescribable.
Surrounded by smoke.
Something that is difficult to fathom and interpret.
So let’s start with the “first century”.
The silver-haired goddess clenched her fists unconsciously.
Victoria Harbour...
Has it been replaced?
This is the world that Emera sees.
What about Hollyoaks?
Looking into the distance with hope, Hitzfeld saw that in the mist and mystery, there was only a white stone castle standing alone.
Like white flowers blooming in the mud.
Blindingly white.
Shiny white.
Chapter 25 The First Hundred Years (IV)
[Since the gray fog rose, Haicheng has suffered many disasters. A tornado descended from the sky in the winter, causing numerous casualties on the beach in the harbor. The King of Winter, Haradini, sealed the tornado with heavy snow, creating ice sculptures, and the winter returned to its normal state. However, the evil in the heart has not diminished, and the disasters are still there. The winter alone is not enough to rectify the situation, and the more intense it is, the darker it becomes.]
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“…” At the first moment, Hitzfeld felt goose bumps all over his spiritual body.
The spirit body also has feelings, and because of the direct spiritual sense, it is even more sensitive than the original physical body. Therefore, after realizing the reality of the retrospective world, she immediately felt a feeling that her mind and will were rejected by the entire world.
Malice came from all directions. She not only felt that the pedestrians on the roadside - although they probably couldn't see her - were always glancing at her with evil intent from the corner of their eyes. She also felt that the surrounding buildings were also observing her with evil intent.
What does that feel like?
Following the direction where she felt the evil thoughts, a pedestrian downstairs just turned his eyes away from her, then waved to his companion and said to her: "It's here! This monastery with a bell tower! We are finally here!"
The nausea suddenly disappeared at this moment, and then came back from the left.
She immediately turned her head to the left and vaguely caught a glimpse of a distorted face in the shadow at the foot of the wall.
The ghost face had narrow, slanted upward eye corners, and lips split to the base of the ears, as if it was about to open its bloody mouth and pounce on her and swallow her true spirit in one gulp.
But if you look closely, there is no distorted ghost face at all... It is just the cracks at the base of the wall caused by rain and sun, and these cracks just happen to form a pattern similar to a ghost face.
Hitzfeld firmly believed that the feelings of great people would not deceive.
Standing at the base of the wall, she felt the glimpse coming from below again. She stuck her head out to observe the alley and found that this time it was ivy, the climbing and tangled roots of the plants, forming a vague gap between them, which was blown away by the breeze.
His eyes followed the unnatural wind, watching it sweep down a few fallen leaves from the vines, watching three fallen leaves line up in the air to form another ghost face, and then watching them fly away and disappear, Hitzfeld's heart tightened unconsciously.
Very rarely.
There are really few.
Even in Lana's dream world, or in the Gray Mist Temple, a place she still could not understand and trace, she had not felt such serious and strong malice from the world itself towards individuals.
This malice is non-subjective.
It's not like "the world of the past has come alive" or "wants to expel her from the future."
This malice is passive.
It is ongoing, indiscriminate, lawless, equal...revealing its ugliest side to everyone who can truly see its true self.
This weirdness and eeriness made Hitzfeld let her imagination run wild. She could only guess that this was "the world hidden behind the gray fog."
At least in the Crease Era, during this period of time and space, the invasion of the gray fog was partially successful.
This is why I didn't see any gray fog during the two previous visits... because the gray fog has completely blended into the dust and air, and into every life that exists here. It has completely merged with everything you can see, and there is no difference between them. How can you tell them apart?
This is simply...
“I don’t feel any different.”
Turning back suddenly, I saw the black-haired goddess wearing only a nightgown.
This nightgown is loose and comfortable to wear. Xia Yibing has liked it since Hitzfeld invented the style. Anyway, no one can see her when her spirit goes back to the past. She was too lazy to change into formal clothes, so she slipped in without even wearing socks this time.
Xia Yibing was not joking, she really felt that there was nothing unusual in her perception.
I closed my eyes, and I didn't say much at first. I had no choice but to ignore the sounds of cars and bells on the road.
This can't be blamed on me, right? If this doesn't work, then I can only say that I'm not used to this kind of background noise... In this regard, if she opens her eyes, she thinks it should be easy, but closing her eyes is too difficult. This hearing is extremely enhanced...
Seeing that Xia Yibing still had her eyes closed and was groping around in front of her with her hands outstretched like a zombie, Hitzfeld couldn't laugh at this funny scene.
She knew that the other party had failed.
She even almost failed...If she didn't have the Divine Eye, she might not be able to maintain this mysterious state.
He didn't answer directly, but quietly flew over. Hitzfeld reached out and grabbed Xia Yibing's fingers, interlocked their fingers, and wordlessly held her in his arms.
She already knew why "no seeing, no hearing, no speaking" meant.
Not seeing is to avoid seeing the polluted and turbid world.
Not listening is to block out the illusory sounds simulated by the world.
Keeping silent is to prevent the world from knowing what I know.
There should be more than three senses, perhaps including smell and heart, but in the end it all comes down to this purpose - don't let this abnormal world discover your uniqueness.
As long as you don't let the world know that you know, the world will not hide this fact any further, and you will be able to see it for what it really is.
That is the source of those occasional twisting, wriggling...those sticky and strange noises.
Hitzfeld planned to tell Xia Yibing about his discovery.
But at present, there is not enough evidence to prove... to prove that the pollution in the folding time is ineffective against them. So for the sake of safety, I can't talk to Xia directly.
Fortunately, there are two Shadow Night Goddesses.
Two of them are the goddess of the shadow night.
So when the Shadow Night Goddess is in her "complete form", she can understand her thoughts and ideas by herself...isn't this normal?
"Well……"
Xia Yibing was probably desperate - she obviously realized that she had failed, she hadn't discovered any "truth", so there was no point in continuing to remain silent.
And the reason she uttered this "hmm" was precisely because she saw the "truth".
My wife shared this directly from Mystery.
What, are you not convinced?
Hitzfeld passed on the images she saw, and even the feelings she felt. This feeling was so real that it seemed as if Xia Yibing had "become her" and experienced it herself, and it also made her completely understand how dangerous the world was after the Folding Element.
"That being said." She simply opened her eyes and looked at the beach in the distance of Victoria Harbor, "There are more than just two gods of the dead..."
