Another vague-faced person appeared. He was standing very close, holding a glowing object in his hand, and said, "Go, after the 'seed' is raised, I will come to pick you up."
Qi Cong found "myself" and nodded, then took the glowing thing and stepped into a door emitting a white light.
The screen is completely white, and then starts to jump and flash at high speed. Qi Cong saw a baby room with a young couple arguing and a crying baby lying on the bed. After this scene paused for two seconds, time moved forward as if someone had cast magic. The baby quickly grew into a child, a teenager, a youth, and experienced things such as parental divorce and their own re-establishment of a family. Finally, in the youth After the twenty-fifth birthday, time magic disappears.
With the change of the picture from God's perspective, Qi Cong once again discovered the existence of "self". He saw "self" holding a ball of light in his hand, wandering around the youth in a translucent manner for a few days, and then threw the ball of light into the chief designer of the company to which the youth belonged.
The picture is dark, then bright again. Qi Cong opened his eyes and found that "myself" replaced the chief designer just now sitting at the desk, and then "myself" got up naturally and went to the bathroom, looking at the mirror.
The face of the chief designer appears in the mirror.
Qi Cong was shocked, perhaps because of his emotions, the originally stable picture suddenly swayed and dissipated, and then distorted for a while, and another picture appeared.
He saw "myself" in an ancient costume, and cried and shouted at a young man in a prince's costume: "I have been thinking of you all my life. For you, I gave up my future, betrayed my family, and ruined my marriage contract. Now you actually tell me that you are going to marry my enemy?"
The young man's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he seemed a little annoyed, but he still said patiently: "It's just a show. Don't make trouble."
The picture changed again, and Qi Cong found "himself" standing in a corner of the wedding hall. At the center of the wedding hall, a couple of newlyweds were bustlingly worshipping the heavens and the earth.
An accident happened, and an assassin rushed in. Seeing "self", Qi Cong seemed to have known that the assassin would appear. He ran to the young man early to help the young man block the assassin's fatal blow, and then fell into the arms of the unbelievable young man with blood at his mouth. .
The picture began to change frequently and quickly. Qi Cong saw "himself" entering all kinds of strange worlds, watching one baby after another grow into a young man, and then looking for and throwing light at someone again and again. The ball, and then became the one who was thrown, and used the identity and resources of the one who was thrown to give wholeheartedly to young people of different appearances but the same ruthlessness, tossing and tossing to the point where he was scarred, and eventually died, disabled or mad, just to dig out the youth. The little conscience and feelings that are left under the ruthless nature can catalyze the feelings of young people and make them fall in love with themselves almost paranoid.
These pictures are too depressing and terrifying, Qi Cong only felt that his soul was also hurt over and over again, and he couldn't help struggling to break free from these flickering and beating pictures.
Perhaps it was his efforts that had an effect, and all the cluttered images suddenly disappeared. In the completely blank world, he saw "self" once again holding the ball of light and appearing in front of a glowing door.
Someone with a blurry face leaned over and asked with concern, "Can you still hold it?"
"It can be done." Qi Cong heard "self" reply, "Eight worlds have passed, the 'seed' has been raised almost, and feelings are no longer so difficult to catalyze, and the difficulty is much weaker."
"Then congratulations."
A harsh alarm sounded suddenly, and the pure white world began to twist and vibrate. Qi Cong noticed that "myself" and the people with blurred faces panicked, asking each other "what's going on" and "what happened", and then hurriedly entered behind their respective doors.
The image is distorted and re-stabilized, and a room appears.
It is a familiar process again, God's perspective, time magic starts, the baby grows rapidly, the time magic disappears after becoming a young man, "self" throws the ball of light on someone after a search, and then uses someone's identity and youth. generate intersection...
Finally, it's all over.
The screen turned again, and someone with a blurry face looked at it and asked, "This is your last mission, right? Can you untie it after finishing it?"
This is very familiar, I have heard it before. Qi Cong faintly realized something, and while listening to "self" open his mouth to answer, he focused his attention on the light ball in "self"'s hand.
If those just now were not just a strange dream that he had when his consciousness was blurred, but something else beyond his cognition... He remembered that "self" in the picture clip would invade the bodies of others with light balls after entering every world. , and pretending to have amnesia after occupying someone else's body, remembering the three years forgotten in reality, remembering the various things that were wrong after waking up from "sleep", thinking of the apartment that violated the harmony everywhere, obviously not aware of the existence of the body, but suddenly There was a crunching feeling.
If... then it's not amnesia. Not sick.
It's this thing, it must be this thing. And Jiang Zhaoyan...
"By the way, the reason for the turbulence of the 'soil' last time was found. There was a host in a high-ranking world that was too self-aware, and actually overwhelmed the control to wake up, and the tasker's consciousness was counterattacked and the body control was regained. Came here with a 'controller', trying to destroy it."
Qi Cong suddenly returned to his senses and looked at the person who was talking to the other side. Then he heard "himself" ask, "Destroyed?"
"Yes, sigh... Be careful, remember not to choose the kind of soul that is too restless and tenacious when choosing a boarding body. Mission failure is a trivial matter, and it is not good to be obliterated."
When Qi Cong heard "I" laughed indifferently, he waved his hand and said, "I have already been to the high-ranking world, and this time I am going to a low-ranking world, so there is no risk."
"Anyway, it's always right to be careful. Although the last turmoil was resolved, it still caused an impact. That high-ranking soul is simply a monster, and it actually damaged our main control system and retreated. Now the 'controller' has no effect. Fazai repairs and exchanges at will, one person per person, once you use it, it will be gone. The most important thing is that the loopholes caused by the last turmoil are too big to be repaired, and that person may come back at any time."
Qi Cong realized that "myself" was no longer smiling, and his tone became solemn: "The main control system is broken?"
"Well, I heard that the exchange system is closed not because of an upgrade, but because it has been completely scrapped." The blurred person suddenly lowered his voice and approached, "Anyway, let's figure out a way out early, our mission is just to ask for a resurrection, anyway, I I plan to go to the new world this time and not come back. I died of cancer. The points in the nine worlds are enough for me to take care of my body. I don’t ask for any 'winners in life' and 'reborn in the high-ranking world'. The final reward, I just want to use my body and identity to revive healthily, and live a normal life with my family. Don't be too obsessed with it, we are all sinners, it is a great blessing to be resurrected, don't force too much many."
Qi Cong found that "myself" was silent for a long time, and seemed to be pondering something, until the person with a vague face asked a few questions, and then replied: "I can't, I have to complete the task... What I want is to change my life against the sky. If you don't raise the seeds, you can't change them."
"That's too hard, you—"
The piercing siren that suddenly sounded suppressed the voice of the blurred man. As the alarm sounded, Qi Cong found that the pure white world he was in suddenly began to turmoil.
"No, that person is here again!"
There was chaos, the world gradually distorted, the door of light in front of him began to flicker, and it was about to disappear.
"The passage! Hurry up, the passage is going to disappear!"
Qi Cong found that "myself" suddenly pushed the talker who was screaming in panic, then squeezed the ball of light in his hand that started to flicker after the door went wrong, and quickly rushed behind the door that was about to disappear.
The picture reappeared after it was completely white. In an old room in the countryside, a young woman was coaxing a crying baby. Then a man stepped forward and said to the woman: "The name is ready. , Zhaozi generation, let's call it Jiang Zhaoyan, my mother said the word is nice."
Jiang Zhaoyan.
As if a giant hammer was smashed from the head, Qi Cong's eyes widened, and under the intense emotional excitement, all of this suddenly shattered like glass, his brain suddenly ached, and his eyes opened.
"Doctor, why isn't Brother Cong awake, is he really okay?"
Shen Jia's worried voice came into his ears, Qi Cong recovered from the various chaotic pictures, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly sat up and looked at the place where the voice came from.
At the door of the simple and clean ward, Shen Jia, who was wearing a sports suit, stood with his back to this side, and in front of him stood a doctor in a white coat.
"Have a nightmare?" A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, put it on his forehead, and gently wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, "Don't be afraid, it's alright."
Qi Cong returned to his senses, and realized that there was another person beside him, and looked sideways.
Gu Xun, who was wearing black pants and black pants, sat on the chair beside the hospital bed. Seeing Qi Cong looking over, he simply got up from the chair and sat by the bed, reaching out to support Qi Cong's right arm on the bed: "This hand Don't push hard, there's a—"
Qi Cong suddenly hugged Gu Xun sideways, tightly. He turned his head and put his face under Gu Xun's ear to the position of his neck to sense Gu Xun's body temperature. After that, he thought it was not enough, and moved his head down to the underside of Gu Xun's neck, trying to sense Gu Xun's pulse.
At the door of the ward, Shen Jia and the doctor, who heard the movement, turned to look, and then their eyes widened.
Gu Xun was stunned for a moment when he was hugged, and then he quickly tightened his arms to wrap Qi Cong in his arms, patted his tumbling head soothingly, and motioned Shen Jia and the doctor away with his eyes, coaxing in a low voice. : "It's okay, don't be afraid, you have come out of the lake."
Qi Cong's moving head suddenly stopped.
Under the ears, through a layer of warm skin, there is a pulse beating regularly.
It was Gu Xun.
The living Gu Xun.
Gu Xun is still there.
He is still him.
Qi Cong suddenly relaxed, his body slid down, and was caught by Gu Xun in time. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Gu Xun's clothes, wanting to talk to Gu Xun, opened his mouth, a burst of pain like his brain was about to explode, and his consciousness began to blur.
No.
no.
This is his body, it is his life.
Qi Cong raised his hand and grabbed his head with a groan of pain, pulling his hair tightly, his eyes widened, trying to stay awake.
No matter if all that was just a dream or not, in short, no, no, don't even think about it!
"What's wrong with you?" Gu Xun found out that something was wrong with Qi Cong, so he quickly released him and put him on the hospital bed. Seeing his widened eyes, he pulled his hair like crazy, frowned fiercely, and pulled Qi Cong away forcefully. The masochistic hand shouted to the doctor, "Come here, he's not right!"
Shen Jia and the doctor also found out that something was wrong and gathered around the bed.
The hand was pulled and held down. Without the reminder and block of the pain, the pain in the brain became more and more unbearable, and the consciousness began to be confused again. Some things in front of him began to be chaotic and distorted. Qi Cong insisted on widening his eyes. He felt panic and hatred in his heart and felt unreal. Before he was about to be overwhelmed by the pain, he struggled to turn his eyes to find Gu Xun's direction, and said with difficulty and despair: "Let's go. Open me... please."