I felt nauseous for no reason. It was as if I was isolated in a transparent cover.
After a breath, Sun Yuan's voice seemed to be approaching quickly from a distant place and reached her ears.
"Qin Shuang, what's wrong with me? What happened?"
"What happened?" Qin Shuang looked at Sun Yuan with some confusion.
Sun Yuan pointed to Qin Shuang's right knee and said, "What am I thinking? The heart cone fell out of my leg and I didn't even know it?"
"Heartache?"
Qin Shuang looked stunned and looked down at his right leg, which was empty. Then he saw the half-foot-long heart cone lying on the ground in front of his right knee. Looking at it, it seemed that when Fu Qin Shuang was distracted, he fell to the ground.
Qin Shuang suddenly felt horrified. She clearly remembered throwing the heart cone out just now, and the sharp whistle that broke through the air was still in her ears. What made Qin Shuang's heart palpitate even more was that the voice that shut up behind her just now was definitely Sun Yuan's voice. The voice just now was low and hoarse, and it was trembling a little bit.
He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, stretched out his legs to pick up the heart cone and said:
"Nothing happened, I accidentally dropped it."
"He is back!"
Yu Guanting's voice rang out, Qin Shuang turned around and saw Yu Guanting coming back with a dozen people carrying chopped wood. Sun Yuan and Nian Gengju greeted him, started to light a fire, and put away the monsters he had packed up.
Qin Shuang's eyes flickered, and his spiritual consciousness communicated with Yang Linglong: "Senior, I just saw him throwing the heart awl out, right?"
"I don't know." Yang Linglong's voice sounded.
"Didn't I see it? Didn't I pay attention?" Qin Shuang felt a little confused.
"Should I...not pay attention?" Yang Linglong's voice hesitated: "He was recovering and didn't pay attention to his surroundings."
Qin Shuang fell into deep thought.
Did you really have a dream just now
Her face became cloudy, and she firmly believed that she had just thrown the awl, but why did it come back by itself
"Sun Yuan!" Qin Shuang shouted.
"Here we come." Sun Yuan ran over and looked at Qin Shuang.
"I just saw the heart cone fall out of his leg?"
"No!" Sun Yuan nodded: "He walked up to me and saw the heart cone falling out of my leg."
"It's okay!" Qin Shuang said lightly.
"I'm... really okay?" Sun Yuan looked at Qin Shuang suspiciously.
"It's okay! I'm going to have a barbecue."
Sun Yuan nodded and turned to leave. Qin Shuang's expression instantly became extremely gloomy. What on earth can actually control one's own memory
If you control your memory, then if you don't throw the cone at all, or if you think you throw the cone, but if you actually do, the cone will fall out of your leg.
If you can't control your own memory, then you can control Sun Yuan's memory. If he did throw the awl out, he would not let Sun Yuan think that the awl fell from his leg.
But no…
If the heart cone was really thrown, how would it come back
Qin Shuang sighed, got up and came to the campfire, waiting for the barbecue to be cooked.
The sky was completely dark, and a crescent moon hung in the sky. The wind became more and more violent, roaring like a tsunami.
The bonfire was swaying and sparks were flying.
The meat was already roasted and everyone ate happily. Qin Shuang also ate a piece and lost his thoughts. After thinking about it, she realized that she had released her spiritual consciousness before and spread it towards the village. She wanted to see what Dian Gongrong and the others were doing.
Qin Shuang's consciousness quickly spread to the courtyard door, then entered the courtyard door and spread towards the door of the room.
Then I saw monks outside every room in the east building. Qin Shuang's consciousness swept away and he came to a room where Dian Gongrong and An Shicong were walking.
"Have you found the ghost?" Qin Shuang transmitted his voice through his spiritual consciousness.
"Not at all!" Dian Gongrong said: "They searched every room, but never found the ghost. They were going to rest there for a night. I saw that they were eating."
"Let's be careful. There is always a weird feeling there. I'm wrong, Senior Brother An. Didn't I cast another spell to find that ghost?"
"The spell has been cast!" An Shicong asked: "Is there no ghost coming out? Is there no problem on my side?"
"He doesn't know if that's a problem." Qin Shuang said in a low tone: "Do you remember that headache?"
"Remember, what happened?"
"He threw it out. But it came back to his feet without anyone noticing."
"Are you aware of it?" An Shicong said in surprise: "Am I kidding?"
"He wasn't kidding."
Qin Shuang said seriously. Then she stood up from the bonfire and walked a few steps towards the small village. Looking in the direction of the small village, there was a gray and silent village in front of her, a red bonfire behind her, and more than twenty people. Friars chatting and laughing enthusiastically.
"He really threw it out, he trusted his memory..."
Just as Qin Shuang's spiritual consciousness transmission reached that point, her mouth suddenly opened wide. Her eyes were dilated due to fright. In her field of vision, she saw a familiar figure flying crazily through the small village. come out.
He had a shoulder-length recovery, an extremely pale red face, a blue dress, and a fairy sword in his leg. The whole person exuded an aura of extreme panic.
Is that An Shicong!
His body was covered in blood, and he was panic-stricken. At this time, he had already rushed out of the gate of the small village, running towards Qin Shuang, shouting in fear:
"Qin Shuang, run quickly, it's coming after you."
"Qinshuang, why don't I shut up?" Outside the house in the village shrouded by Qinshuang, An Shicong said with a smile:
"Look, they got some mushrooms, so they have nothing to eat. Even if they are wild mushrooms, they are not so delicious."
Qin Shuang's consciousness clearly saw An Shicong and Dian Gongrong drinking mushroom soup, but her eyes saw An Shicong running towards her crazily. For a moment, her hair stood on end, and from the tail The coolness of the spinal fluid rushed up along with the drunkenness, and instantly reached the top of the head, and the whole scalp was numb.
So what's going on
Consciousness... eyes...
"Qinshuang, hurry...run..."
An Shicong seemed to be too seriously injured, and Yongwanzhe was too frightened. When he ran in front of Qin Shuang, he staggered and fell towards Qin Shuang.
But no, Qin Shuang didn't dare to stretch her legs to help him, and she took two steps back. She couldn't tell whether An Shicong was in her consciousness or in her vision. Which one was real and which one was fake? Full of alertness.
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