The story was finally finished and all the memories were completely revived in his mind. Jiang Cheng let out a long sigh and finally walked east.
After coming back to his senses, he turned to look around the carriage and found that it was empty. All the previous passengers had disappeared, and he was the only one left.
"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng murmured.
The conductor smiled lightly and said, "What's going on?"
When Jiang Cheng heard the voice, he couldn't help but said, "Stop pretending! Mu Yexing, I'll get him out!"
The door at the end of the carriage opened, and Mu Yexing walked out, looking at Jiang Cheng with a joking smile.
Jiang Cheng stared at the wrong person and asked, "Who were those passengers before?"
Mu Yexing said, "Those people deny my dreams."
"Dream?" Jiang Cheng frowned.
Mu Yexing walked east on the wrong side of Jiangcheng and said, "Do I remember what happened before I lost consciousness?"
After telling the story, Jiang Cheng had recovered his memory, and Yu Chu said: "He remembered that he became a new god, and then entered the abyss rift and closed it. After that... he seemed to have lost consciousness. Could it be that there was another leap to death? happened?"
"Then I don't have to worry. The death toll in the outside world has subsided. It's only a matter of time before the new world comes." Mu Yexing said slowly, "The problem is not the outside world, but myself."
"Him?" Jiang Cheng came back to his senses and found that he was walking in the carriage in human form.
Just before that, hadn't he already become a new god, a kind of existence in a high-dimensional world? How could he have a human form
With such doubts in his heart, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but asked in confusion, "Who is he?"
Mu Yexing nodded, "It seems that I have finally noticed something. I am not Jiangcheng, I am not the New God, I am not Metatron. But the person I am walking in front of him now is not an insignificant part of Metatron."
Jiang Cheng tried to understand Wongfang's words, "In other words, Metatron now rejects him, but he does not reject Metatron."
"Yes, in front of him, Metatron possesses the part of Jiangcheng's attributes." Mu Yexing pointed at Jiangcheng and said, "So, there is no problem in calling me Jiangcheng."
After Jiang Cheng got that answer, Wai Xiu was very calm. He looked around and said, "So, where are the other passengers? I said before that they were not his dream, so what happened?"
"Finally, we got to the point." Mu Yexing nodded and said, "After I entered the high-dimensional world of the abyss and rift, the power that I had deliberately suppressed was finally stretched, but the part of my consciousness as Jiang Cheng was there. This stretch was affected and shattered. It is unimaginable. Either because of being attacked or because the body truly showed its own power, my consciousness as a human collapsed. It can be seen from this that the power of the New God is so powerful. To what extent."
Jiang Cheng frowned, "Without human consciousness? Will the New God lose control? Will it turn into another... Ancient God?"
When Jiang Cheng mentioned the words "ancient god", he couldn't help but tremble.
Mu Yexing sneered, "I thought the New God was a machine and would need humans to control it. Does the consciousness of the New God come from my deep consciousness, and my consciousness as a human part also comes from the deep consciousness. Both come from the same source. , but there is no direct relationship between them. In other words, what really controls Metatron is Metatron's own consciousness. After Metatron's consciousness awakened, he preserved the fragments of Jiang Cheng's consciousness and passed it on to him."
Jiang Cheng said, "Because of their previous transaction?"
Mu Yexing said proudly, "That's right. Of course I don't have to worry, that doesn't mean I was abandoned by Metatron. I will always be a part of Metatron. Although I am weak, I am an indispensable part. So when After he received the fragments of my consciousness, he used his legs to repair me. The passengers I saw were all fragments of my fragmented consciousness, and the stories they told were all dreams derived from my own experiences."
Jiang Cheng thought about it carefully, "Those stories..."
The shadowy death threat in "Death Notice", the strange power beyond imagination... the power of the ancient gods... the children and madmen in "Dangerous Building", and the fictional city... the aboriginal shelter, Anxiang District, which is independent of the outside world , Fang Weijiang... the terrible parasitic plants in "Seed", the gorgeous and terrifying flowers... the image of the god of Guixu, Feng Ye... the race from the ocean in "Rain Town"... the sea monster, the Guixu family... " "Dancing in the Palm" Flame, Butterfly... Image of Mithras...
In this way, every story has Yongxuan's experience in Jiangcheng, and even the names of some familiar characters also appear in those stories.
Mu Yexing continued: "Every time I listen to a story, I will complete a part of the repair. It will not be fully recovered until I finally tell my own story."
Finally Minghong came over. Jiang Cheng didn't feel any excitement in his heart, but felt surprisingly calm.
Mu Yexing looked at Jiang Cheng and said, "Okay, he has finished explaining. Do I have any other questions?"
"Yes." Jiang Cheng said, "Who am I?"
Mu Yexing did not hide anything that time and said, "Their family is called Xing Bo, the eldest son of Zeng Ming's stars, and the wandering people of Ru Ming's star world."
"Xingbo? Alien?" Jiang Cheng continued to ask, "I said before that I am related to the stranger. Could it be that..."
"The Stranger and Uncle Xing have a common ancestor." Mu Yexing answered directly. Then, with a look of reminiscence, he slowly said, "That was a civilization that was once extremely glorious, but fell like a meteor in the past."
"Fell?" Jiang Cheng had already guessed the reason and asked, "Because of the ancient god?"
"Because of the Ancient God." Mu Yexing's words were a little more serious.
Then, he adjusted his walking posture and recounted the past history.