Jiang Xueming got off the bus at the second platform.
It feels good to take off the iron steps and stand on solid ground again.
There is a constant flow of people between the three platforms, all kinds of complex inspirations and complex tastes. Now it became clearer in his perception.
A trip to Mimir's hot springs caused him to break out of his shell and transform into a nymph, about to pupate.
A month ago, Xueming could still feel a vague barrier blocking his inspiration and perception. Today, it is like an insect-shaped metaphor that has undergone six transformations. His spirit body can transform into thin silk threads and cilia to sense information and complete complex movements.
He thought about it carefully——
——Is this the world in Xiao Qi’s eyes?
The faces of the people hurriedly passing between the platforms were full of joy, anger, sorrow, and went to different destinations. Their luggage may be heavy or light, and their physical conditions were also varied.
The clumps of silk threads extended from the arms, like curious babies, repeatedly expanded and contracted toward these passengers.
Like the cilia of many marine organisms, they can also detect other organisms and feel the warmth and coldness of ocean currents.
This feeling is very mysterious——
——Xue Ming closed her eyes and could feel the position of the meteor through this ball of silk thread.
Ah Xing was only about ten meters away from him, chatting with the administrator at the station's canteen. It was a very warm, inspiring pressure with a strong sense of presence.
Jiang Xueming was like getting a new toy. The spirit body in his physical body couldn't settle down for a moment and wanted to continue to extend outwards.
In the chaotic environment of the Mimir Hot Spring Market, when entering the transformation process of pupation, I had never observed the changes in the body and spirit in such a quiet and natural way.
Sleep, eat, drink and rest on the train. When I returned to a crowded place and the platform of Jiujie Station, this silk thread spirit suddenly became active.
He had a thought in his mind——
——The lump of silk thread on the arm immediately turned into a thread as thick as a thumb.
They jump between the skin, like fish diving into the body and jumping out of the sea, looming and swimming happily and lively to the fingertips.
Pure white silk thread emerged from the index finger, extending all the way forward, following his gaze, heading into the distance.
The silk thread immediately began to change after being stretched out for twenty centimeters. It quickly slimmed down from the thickness of a thumb to the shape of a noodle. It was not as strong as it was at the beginning. Even though the passengers on both sides deliberately avoided it, it was still affected by the inspiration and pressure of others and became crooked. It's like meeting an undercurrent in the ocean.
Some passengers with strong spiritual pressure covered their mouths and snickered. Seeing Xueming, a stupid young man, extending his spiritual body unscrupulously on the platform, it was a dumbfounding feeling.
There was also a young lady who was very playful and sneezed violently on this silk thread.
The originally slender line was immediately stretched by the powerful impact, heading towards the large stone pillars of the platform.
It hit the pillar, but it was not broken into pieces or had any wounds. It made a soft bend and continued to move in the direction of the meteor.
Jiang Xueming entered a state of selflessness, and he could feel a lot of information similar to the five senses from this line segment.
The flow of air, the distance from other living things.
Warm or cold emotions, wet or dry roads.
The vibration of the train’s mahogany speakers and the smell of oil smoke from the teppanyaki sausages in the canteen.
Although very weak, this thread is not sensitive enough. As a spiritual sensor, it is still relatively young and needs time to grow.
But this information was really transmitted back to my head, like a new limb extending out.
Jiang Xueming thought——
——Is this the world that Jason Megan feels all the time?
The colors of everything become more exaggerated.
What was once cold is now covered with frost.
What was once hot is now burning.
No--
——I’m afraid Jason’s ability in this area is hundreds of times better than mine.
This guy has never used the threads of a spiritual body to observe the world, but he can detect other living beings from such a distance.
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Until the silk thread of the spirit body was about to touch Ah Xing, it was disrupted by Ah Xing's wave and disappeared without a trace in the heat of the teppanyaki electric stove.
Sixteen meters, this is the limit of Jiang Xueming's spiritual body's visual range.
From a twisted rope as thick as a thumb, to a delicate thread no thicker than a hair.
Try other ways to play?
——Xue Ming thought so and immediately gathered new toys from her fingertips.
The milky white radiant silk threads are constantly deformed and compressed to make various different utensils.
Become a knife and fork, become a glove, become chopsticks.
Become a bullet, become a pipe, become a mask.
No matter what changes it undergoes, it always looks lazy and limp.
Xueming reached out to touch it, and felt a very strange touch.
Like the left hand touching the right hand——
——The signal sent out from the brain is like a new limb being held tightly by the palm of the hand.
The silk threads of the spirit body do not have any temperature and are cold to the touch.
It has no material entity, just like air - it is magnetically constrained to form a soft wind mass, from which you can see very regular flashes of electricity. It is connected to the physical body and emits a bright, stable light source.
If you make it into a bullet, you may lose contact with it when the gun chamber is locked.
If you want to give it powerful kinetic energy, or let it hurt the enemy and punch like a drunkard, it is extremely difficult at this stage.
This is the difference between pupae and nymphs.
By releasing the spiritual threads, there is no protection from the physical body, and some information can be obtained, and magic miracles such as retrieving objects from the air can be performed. At the same time, it is also easier to be damaged by inspiration.
With the spiritual body thread retracted, there is no obvious difference from the nymph.
Jiang Xueming tried to use this ball of silk thread to pass through the spiritual clothes——
——The result failed, Lingyi blocked these threads from the fabric.
He thought to himself that both Victor and Wen Bucai disliked the uniforms at the station. Every time they called out the spirit body, the spirit clothes would burst.
If the soul power evolved from this kind of spirit body, it would slowly build up a cocoon from silk threads, and finally emerge into a butterfly. It's no wonder that when the soul power is shattered, the physical body will follow it into the door of death.
The broken and scattered soul power represents a person's will and belief, and even his spiritual energy has become a signal of chaos.
The brain seems to be damaged by neurotoxins, and wrong instructions will implicate the body and make wrong behaviors. In the end, the three elements are only one step away from the door of death.
Jiang Xueming is looking forward to the trip to the big library more and more.
If there were predecessors who could classify these things and find out the laws among them, just by explaining the concept of [death door], they would already be very powerful scholars and have great knowledge. You can definitely see their works in the big library.
"Brother Ming! Did you pat my shoulder just now? What were you doing?" Bu Liuxing came back holding two big hot dogs and stuffed one of them into Xueming's mouth.
"No, I'm just trying out new limbs." After Jiang Xueming said that, he used the spiritual thread as his fingers, twisted the hot dog skewer and pulled it out of his mouth.
Meteor's eyes immediately lit up: "Oh! Oh oh oh! Why did you grow new fingers!"
"It's not something particularly powerful." Jiang Xueming recalled Teacher Victor's technique - at that time, when Teacher Victor changed the tape of the WALKMAN with one hand, no spirit appeared, it was a real soul. Handy.
"Oops! I can't hold you back! If Brother Ming becomes more and more powerful! He goes to a farther place..." Bu Liuxing pursed his lips and said as if he was holding back something: "If I'm left behind , if I can’t have fun with you, things would be too bad! I want to grow new fingers too! No! I want to grow an arm!”
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Can this thing still be said to be as long as it is long?
Jiang Xueming didn't understand very well.
But Ah Xing's spirit seems to be saying - as long as you work hard, you can grow a spirit body with momentum.
The boy held it in for a long time and asked Jiang Xueming to tell him some tips on how to get angry every day.
He wants to use some angry tricks to unlock the big lock of longevity and longevity. Maybe if the life amulet is unlocked, he can also get a new toy.
Right now, right now.
The lobby manager came behind Xueming holding the two weapon boxes.
"Two passengers, BOSS has entrusted me to pick you up personally."
Seeing Ayusei, his face turned red from holding back, as if he was transforming into a Saiyan.
The lobby manager asked in shame, "What's wrong with him?"
Jiang Xueming: "It's my first time to have a baby, so I don't have much experience."
The lobby manager handed over the box: "Ah? He is a man, how can he give birth to a child?"
Jiang Xueming took away the weapon box: "Yeah, I didn't think it through either."
Meteor tried for a long time, gathering all his thoughts, all his strength, all his concentration and enthusiasm into the palm of his hand, staring at it until it became hot, but he couldn't summon the soul out of his body.
In the end, I had to give up and follow Brother Ming's footsteps.
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The three of them went all the way to the Council of Five Kings——
—— Bu Liuxing was not discouraged, he just asked questions to the manager.
"Hey, hey, hey! Brother! This is not the first time we have met. Can you teach me some tricks? How to make my soul look like Brother Ming? Pull out a noodle?"
"Uh...I don't know either."
"How did you complete your third transformation?"
"It was a life-or-death crisis. I rang the summons bell and the waiter came to rescue me. It turned out that I was safe, but she was seriously injured. I wanted to take her back to the station, keep telling her stories, keep holding her, She needs to stay awake - and then the spiritual body begins to transform, which is amazing."
"Huh? Do you still need help from your good sister?"
The lobby manager didn't feel well after hearing Bu Liuxing's wicked words, "She is my wife now."
Meteor stopped immediately: "I'm sorry...I...I'll figure it out myself."
At this point, the lobby manager saw Jiang Xueming using his spirit knuckles to hook the handle of the weapon box, and immediately frowned in thought, and his expression became weird.
"Mr. Jiang Xueming...have you been in a state of exuding your spirit since you started pupating?"
Jiang Xueming didn't take it seriously: "Yes, except when sleeping, it will return to the body, and it will actively run out at other times. You see-"
Saying that, Xueming took out his left hand to fiddle with the buckle of the weapon box. As if he didn't take the initiative to do it, a finger made of spiritual silk thread quickly opened the lock and immediately locked the lock.
Then he saw Xueming reaching for the Coke cans on the counters of the water bars on both sides of the corridor. Spiritual threads burst out from his fingers, wrapped around the Coke cans, and when it was brought to his mouth, even the tabs were torn apart.
"——It's very convenient. They are very obedient and more flexible than my fingers."
The lobby manager's expression became very, very wonderful, as if he was looking at a monster, "Don't you really have a serious illness? Or is there a tumor in your brain? It's compressing other nerves? This makes your ability in this area particularly powerful. ?”
Jiang Xueming didn't understand: "Don't other people have this ability? I remember my waiter once showed me her skill. She used spiritual silk to stir cocktails..."
"That's just mixing cocktails!" the lobby manager explained: "Mr. Jiang Xueming, do you think it's very easy to use telekinesis or the spirit body to get Coke and grab heavy objects?!"
Jiang Xueming grabbed the weapon box, which weighed at least more than 20 kilograms. After repeated lifting and putting down, the fingers made of spiritual silk showed no signs of fatigue or laxity, and were very healthy.
He finally remembered——
——The mental power of 9527 also seems to have its limits.
When finishing the work of mixing the cocktail, Brother Qi was almost too tired to speak in that minute. Xueming had to wear the Heart of Steel ring to build a complete spiritual palm.
Perhaps the weird thing that surprised the lobby manager was the gap between the endurance and strength of the spirit body?
The lobby manager asked tentatively: "Are you not feeling tired? Or have a great increase in appetite? Or are you suffering from nerve pain?"
Jiang Xueming shook his head: "No, these spiritual threads have been wandering outside. I don't feel anything wrong. There are still many people laughing at me..."
The lobby manager explained: "Of course! It's like walking on the street without clothes - exposing your spirit body casually also means that you are ready to accept the touch of other spirits and prepare to have a relationship with other people. Communicating on a mental level is very impolite!”
Meteor came up and asked curiously: "Is there such a good thing?"
The lobby manager pushed Asing's curious face away.
Then he explained: "Mr. Jiang Xueming, don't you have any intention of taking back your spirit body?"
"It's so natural, just like my arm. I can't hide my arm in my clothes all the time..." Jiang Xueming frowned, suddenly uncomfortable, and wanted to take the spiritual thread back into the physical body. For him, Instead, it is a very awkward and aggrieved habit: "It's just a mass of air, a section of radio waves, and there are these taboos?"
The lobby manager explained in a serious manner and pulled the two passengers into the elevator.
"The process of metamorphosis is very slow and very fast - although it is divided into six stages, both the human body and the insect grow smoothly and naturally, just like a child growing up. You just ask the child how old it is. , but it’s hard to feel the same process of children growing up.”
“The eggs have signs of nymphs, and when they pupate, you can already see the characteristics of cocoons and butterflies—these are all interconnected overnight.”
The manager pressed the elevator button, excited and surprised.
"Therefore, when people pupate, it is also the time when people's spiritual world is the most vulnerable and insecure - different nymphs will choose to complete their transformation in different environments. Switching to the evolution process of the soul, you, the pupa, will start directly With a skylight, the impact of the environment on you is minimal, so you don’t have to worry about it at all.”
"You're kidding! My Brother Ming is super brave!" Meteor patted his forehead and said, "That means! I have to throw myself into a weird and bloody arena! In order to complete the transformation? My Tamashi [ Soul] Phew! You must be thinking so too!"
The manager suddenly froze.
Jiang Xueming said: "You go on, no need to make a fuss, he has always been a lively child."
Then Xueming patted Meteor on the shoulder again.
"work hard!"
Meteor: "Yeah! I'll do my best!"
Jiang Xueming: "Sooner or later, you will become a gas station employee. The fire in your heart will burn along with the safety signs."
"Let me ask you a question." The lobby manager wanted to ask about Xueming's personal affairs, related to the spirit body: "Generally speaking, no matter what stage of transformation, we need a very strong idea to mobilize the spirit body and summon the power of the soul, Mr. Jiang Xueming ,what's on your mind?"
Jiang Xueming immediately said: "I want to pay back the money."
The manager was stunned for a moment: "Give it to whom?"
"Nine-five-two-seven, I owe her a lot of money, I can't delay."
"Anything else? Others?"
"On this matter, I'm very scared, afraid that I won't be able to pay the money back."
"ah?"
"Yes, I am afraid all the time, thinking that I owe her too many favors. If she encounters problems in life because of this loan, she will not be able to buy suitable weapons, and even food and drink will be a problem. , to starve and freeze on a dangerous mission, or to be injured because of this money - my conscience is uneasy, like an ax hanging over my heart, ready to chop at any time."
The lobby manager's expression changed and he suddenly became happy.
Meteor was the same way - he put his arm around the manager's shoulder, as if he suddenly understood Ming Ge's thoughts, so complex yet so simple.
Jiang Xueming babbled, and the fingers made by Lingsi became more and more solid. It thought of something very important and was unwilling to return to the body.
"She cares about me very much, very much. She is a person who dares to love and hate. I don't know what this 188,800 means to her, how long she has saved it, how much suffering she has suffered, and how many hardships she has gone through. , to earn so much money - but my spirits are looking for her all the time, and they don’t want to come back.”
Jiang Xueming focused on the key points and confirmed them repeatedly.
"I've been wondering whether, because of the sudden request for a loan, she thought that my prodigal employer was spending money lavishly, and whether she would risk her own life to do more dangerous work and earn more money to lend to me. Thinking of these things, My spirit body has been searching for traces of her."
"Then!" The lobby manager shrugged and took the weapon box from Jiang Xueming: "I have to tell you something, there are good things and bad things."
Jiang Xueming: "I don't have to go see the boss?"
The manager said frankly: "Put the boss aside for now - your waiter is resting in the nursing ward of the eighth floor infirmary. She was injured. This is a good thing."
Jiang Xueming is waiting for something bad to happen: "..."
The manager pressed the elevator button on the eighth floor: "Just as you thought, in order to make up for the performance in the first half of the year and get the year-end bonus, she was injured while doing field work. She felt wronged and lost a piece of clothing. arm, and lost a ring.”
As soon as the elevator door opened, Jiang Xueming rushed out.
He ran fast, and finally understood Jason Megan's embarrassment about calling him the wrong name.
Meteor followed closely behind him. In this sprint race, he couldn't even keep up with Brother Ming.
The narrow corridor is so long——
——Xue Ming didn’t even have time to ask which ward it was.
Cross the return staircase and arrive at the mezzanine of BA, the nursing ward.
When I opened the door of B01, I saw two strange waiters changing glucose bottles and diapers for their mentally disturbed employers.
Pushing open the door of 802, Meteor rushed in and put out the cigarette butt from an old man's mouth.
Pushing open the door of 803, the young lady inside who was changing clothes threw a pillow out.
When I opened the door of 804, I saw a pair of masters and servants kissing passionately. They were both men.
When I opened the door of 805, I saw Ms. 3301 wearing a hospital gown. She kept looking in the mirror and felt that her nose was crooked.
The meteor is getting ready to go——
——Xue Ming immediately found a very familiar signal among the chaotic inspiration, and pulled Meteor through the door.
Miss Bai Zijin was holding a box of watermelon and was about to put it in her mouth.
Her arms have grown back, but the mental damage will take some time to recover.
She was stunned for a long time, and then she saw her employer running up to her anxiously - with a silly smile on her face, because Teacher Sansan had just told a particularly funny joke.
Before she was ready to say anything, her mind went blank, the smile froze on her face, and she felt inexplicably anxious in her heart.
Because I don’t even have time to put on makeup! It’s so hard to die without makeup!
I didn't have time to wash my hair when I came back from London. My head was full of weird smell!
It's over!
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Jiang Xueming didn't have much to worry about.
Sitting beside the hospital bed, he was convinced again that this familiar and tacit understanding of inspiration, like Bai Lu, touched his heart all the time, and it was very natural to hold Xiao Qi's arm.
It only took him a second to recognize Brother Qi's newly grown arms. The nails were as soft and fragile as new buds.
Jiang Xueming: "Does it still hurt?"
Xiao Qi was defeated in an instant. For some reason, tears burst out of her eyes.
Xueming lowered his head and kissed the back of Xiao Qi's hand.
"Does it hurt? I've also dislocated my arm. I cut my finger in the kitchen before. I can bear the pain, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."
Xiaoqi pursed her lips, smiling so sweetly just now, and crying so hard now, "I'm sorry, I lost your stone... I'm sorry... I should learn more from you... If it were me Be more cautious, think more...be vigilant at all times...if..."
Xueming nodded and used the spirit thread to sweep away the tears on Xiao Qi's face: "It doesn't matter, let's find it together, set up the cafe, and then go look for it together - if it doesn't work, please ask Ling Weng to make more right."
When Xiao Qi heard these words, she cried even harder.
She just feels that she, as a father, is very embarrassed——
——The role of waiters is to guide and help passengers.
But due to a moment of negligence, she even lost the passenger's pyroxene.
She knows and knows how good the polarizing sextant is.
The employer sent by the station is a soul mate who is more important than a lover.
They are people who can be entrusted with their lives, learn from each other, and guide each other.
But she lost such an important thing, and this regret made her feel ashamed.
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Jiang Xueming then asked: "Can you tell me in detail? Who bullied you?"
Xiao Qi just focused on crying, unable to say a word while sobbing. The strong thoughts made her arm feel dull pain again. The new nerves seemed not quite used to the arm created by the panacea.
The spiritual thread emerged from Xiao Qi's palm, and Jiang Xueming immediately held it——
——At this moment, he could experience all kinds of strange thoughts.
That moment——
——He saw part of Bai Zijin's memory.
Including the Skydome station under the Tower of London.
The bat-shaped monster in the hotel, the cold rainy night.
The nerve pain of losing an arm, the stench of a dirty toilet.
There is also extreme fear and an extreme desire to survive.
This desire to live comes from a thought.
An extremely strong thought.
She hoped that Jiang Xueming's cafe could have an effects stage and a small table for DJing, so that Bai Zijin could find a suitable seat and compare his figure with his love rival in the garage under the bright lights.
When he was on the verge of death, Xiao Qi had very complicated thoughts in his mind.
I don’t want to be reconciled, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die like this.
The door of death must be closed, and we must return to the station alive.
This thing must be completed, and this is the only thing we cannot admit defeat!
The employer hasn't grown up yet, and his passengers only live for half a year!
Is his sister okay? I really want to feed Bai Lu two more candies. This little sister smiled very happily when eating the candies...
The expressions of the two brothers and sisters were very similar. Seeing Bai Lu smile was like seeing Xue Ming smile.
The sugar is made by myself and cannot be bought on the ground.
What will become of him if I die?
Will he become a hunter? Become a crazy butterfly?
Is he okay? How is Mimir Hot Spring in the distance? There are many passionate girls in that place, can they melt his ice?
When he gave me the ring, my heart no longer belonged to me...
You must live, like him, even if you have nothing, you must escape with Bai Lu.
No matter what kind of dilemma it is, you have to find a way and find a chance to survive.
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Jiang Xueming shivered all over, as if he had just returned to the human world in the freezing cold Winchester countryside.
A huge amount of information rushed into his brain, making him feel very uncomfortable. The cerebral cortex sent out chaotic signals, the capillaries of the nasopharyngeal tubes burst, and blood smeared from the mucous membranes of the corners of his eyes and nasal cavity.
The strong dizziness made Xueming unable to sit still. He just supported Xiaoqi, gently held the back of Bai Qingqing's head, and kissed her forehead.
"It's okay... I know... I know everything. These monsters seem to be quite powerful. Let's take some time to go to the big library and find out how to order a beautiful tombstone for them? Let's work together, Get the ring back and hang a stuffed vampire in the cafe behind your effects stage."
Through inspiration and spiritual threads, they had an extraordinary divine communion.
Xiao Qi raised her head, her face was covered with nosebleeds, and she had stopped crying.
Jiang Xueming took out a tissue and wiped Xiao Qi's blood: "I'm sorry, maybe my experience of going to the Mimir Hot Spring Market along the way was too outrageous and bizarre...that's why your brain produced such a strong stress response. "
Xiao Qi looked as usual, expressionless.
"No, your breasts pinched my mouth."
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Meteor burst into tears when he saw it. He couldn't help but want to hug 3301 and reunite with the waiter after a long separation. A hug is a very precious proof of friendship.
He was not wearing any clothes, and he rushed out with the strange smell of a scavenger's cloak——
——Then he was kicked away by Teacher Sansan and rolled down next to the door.
3301 pursed his lips, put on his glasses, and finally saw his employer clearly.
"Sir, what's your surname? Are we familiar?"
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