Yaleriga had never truly known what her partner felt like. That said, even though her species passed on memory information in the same form as reproduction, she didn't feel exactly the same as the other side. There's anatomy, but another factor is the difference in information—generally speaking, one of her partners has much less to offer her than she has. That's not to say she can't learn something new from it, but it's rarely too much of a shock. There may be some truth to Lembart's assessment that she had become too dull to experience the excitement of new information.
She could only observe the impact from behind her partner. It was always the most intense the first time, and although she tried to keep the intensity of the exchanges under control (unless she was intent on killing the other person), the other person had to moderate for a while. Sometimes she asked what it felt like, and she got various answers: like drinking a whole warehouse of strong liquor, like being hung up near a star for the rest of her life with her eyelids peeled off, It's like drilling deep, thin holes into each bone and pouring liquid nitrogen into them - considering that the number of nerves in the bones of the three-sex radial race is more than forty times that of hers, it sounds like a species. Near death experience.
Yes, it sure felt like a near-death experience. Many of her partners responded to her this way. That sounds like a really bad and scary experience, but that's not the case at all. It was an addictive experience, completely beyond anything a normal life could encounter in a safe and stable material world. They seemed to have jumped to another place, completely exempted from trivial matters and the pain caused by ignorance, a paradise of extremely pure thoughts. This experience will also make them inextricably obsessed with her and want to re-contact that fantasy world all the time.
However, that is a kind of fun that is destined not to last long. Once they have exchanged enough exchanges with Yalayliga, their feelings about it will be closer to Yalayliga. It was no longer a flawless paradise of bliss and transcendence. They had become accustomed to those strange and mysterious scenery, so it became a deep and silent maze. They are still willing to spend a long time walking slowly in it, discovering various details that they have not noticed in the past, or accidentally breaking into a hidden place that they have not discovered in the past. Those explorations will also bring fun, both spiritually and physically. It is a long stream of lingering and research, gradually accepting how different that world is from the reality they live in, and trying to find some wonderful things from this worldly life itself. trace. Most of them can do this, because after all, they are not Yaleriga. No matter how long she spent with them, she could not convert them into her own kind, which was the price her ancestors had paid to come to this land of the Alliance.
So she had to leave. When they no longer wanted paradise, she had to leave. Deep down in her heart, she occasionally envied those who were experiencing it for the first time. The terror and ecstasy of that first descent into—or rather—the ascent into Paradise. She thought it would never happen again.
She was mistaken.
When she fell into the shadow, she had almost only half a second to change her mind. In the moment before she sank completely, she thought that this might be the first experience of her old lovers. But she didn't get anything new, no, it was just endless emotions, memories and outpourings. It didn't seem like the story of one person or one life at all, it was the sound of a billion, trillion or trillions of voices. The shadows were impatient to make her understand. But she heard everything, which meant she heard nothing. She was completely lost in the shadows that greedily wanted to be understood and read, and she also felt lost and deprived. That's not becoming something else, not a star or a cat. She is still herself, but she is peeled away layer by layer by shadows.
Shadow wants her memory. Shadow wants her past. Shadow wanted her to talk. The forest of shadows stretched infinitely within her feelings, and she gradually melted in this bottomless forest. Her desire was sucked away, or displayed. She couldn't help but start talking. She-she-she didn't want to leave. She doesn't want to lose. She wanted to go back to paradise. She wants her own kind but doesn't really want them. She wanted to have a real, long-lasting family that wouldn't tire of Paradise. Everything, everything, everything...she kept talking like a shadow. No new wishes are ever created. All here are old wishes that have been left behind...Listen, listen...
——Old friend, things in the world are not going as we wish. I mean, we always want to play a glorious role, a hero! Yes or no? But this matter is too difficult. It's quite difficult for us. I mean, it's so frustrating when you're out there playing a character that you don't even want to play. He made a brilliant appearance, but turned out to be the biggest trouble in the whole thing!
Husky and slurred response.
——I hope you understand me, old friend. But I thought about it carefully. No, maybe I don't want you to understand. That's a little too harsh on you, maybe it's better this way. We can still wait without having to suffer every moment... Look, man, the road ahead is uncertain and we have lost all the lights that could illuminate the future. Now we are completely lost about the future. But the memories will always be there, man, and they'll be immaculately preserved.
She talked and listened. She didn't pay attention to what she was saying, nor did she really understand what she was hearing. Everything is just piled up and collected, everything becomes forgotten and discarded. The shadows actually don't care about what is recorded, they don't show any pity or care, and they won't take any action for it.
This is how things ended. Yaleriga realizes it by talking and listening. This is another end, not to the parade of stars that pierce the universe, but to the deserted and lonely place of shadow. That's not bad either. This is an ending about ice. Speaking of ice——
The back of her neck and shoulders were covered with heavy ice. No, it's not ice, it's a pair of hands that are extremely hard, like stone or metal. That thing firmly imprisoned her, pressing her hooves floating outside the world back to the ground. The action was quite rough, but she didn't feel pain in her shoulders. On the contrary, her throat burned. She also heard the flapping of wings and felt the Qiaoqiao Tianyi dragging her back.
"Yalai! Yalay!" she asked, "How are you! Are you still conscious?"
Yaleriga wanted to answer her, but she couldn't make a sound. But she already felt that she was not seriously injured, at least not seriously. She was just a little exhausted, but that had improved a lot in the blink of an eye. She began to stand on her own, then remembered what had happened before she lost consciousness. It seemed impossible that she had survived, but she still seemed to be alive.
It was not difficult to figure this out. It only took her a little more than two seconds, but the conclusion was beyond her imagination. She looked there with anticipation.
Less than ten steps away from them, the thing still existed unscathed. But he did not chase them, but looked down at his feet. Lying there was Bodi. Although his arms were strangely missing and his expression was quite bleak, when he turned his face and smiled bitterly at Yaleriga, she was at least sure that he was not a human being. A corpse.
She stopped and started looking for her scimitar. It was no longer in her hand, but lay beside Bodie's neatly disappeared arm. It could be seen that Bodi was trying hard to return it to Yaleriga, but he no longer had any hands to throw it, and it seemed that he couldn't even move his torso. He barely bled, but his face was quickly covered with a layer of death's gray.
Yaleriga began to move her lips and fingers at the same time, instructing him not to do anything. He was lucky if he didn't die immediately, but having two arms was no big deal. After all, he's not a regular guy, so it doesn't cost much to replace two arms. She could have gone to Lombard and asked one of the best doctors in the Purple Arrow Star Gate to give him a discount. After that, Bodi only had to work naked on the deck of the Silence for a few years to pay off the debt.
The thing moved. Even though his eyes were still filled with red threads, he somehow seemed to be able to determine certain location information. He undoubtedly knew that there was some kind of obstacle at his feet. So the monster bent down and took out his left hand, whose skin looked like it had been severely reshaped in a blender. When her sharp fingertips were about to touch Bodi's clothes, Yaleriga had already imagined many ways Bodi would die. She couldn't think of any way to stop it, and she didn't have much time.
But the thing didn't do anything to Purdy anymore. The disturbing hand simply reached to Bodie's waist and took away a hanging bag, which seemed to have fallen out of Bodie's coat. Naturally, Yaleriga recognized the simple and sturdy little bag.
It was the one she had personally given to Bodi for safekeeping... However, she was very sure that there was nothing that could be considered a weapon or a shrunken fugitive hidden inside. For some reason, that thing paid extraordinary attention to this ordinary little bag. His eyes covered with red spider silk were staring at the pocket, and he seemed to have temporarily lost interest in other things. Yaleriga couldn't help but feel confused, but she also noticed another strange thing. A very inconspicuous detail.
She couldn't help but glance at the unnatural left hand a few more times. At the base of her barely recognizable palm, she noticed a very thin black line. It was so thin, like some kind of stitch scar or a tattoo that wasn't fully cleaned. To the unobservant, this can easily be missed. But Yareliga realized that it was neither a string nor a tattoo. In fact it was all shadow. These shadows grew like roots on his limbs, crawling from his left hand to his arm, woven into the spacious trench coat, and finally seemed to extend to the soles of his feet. Then she realized that her left hand might be the key, the source of those shadows. But what else could she do? She couldn't figure it out.
Qiaoqiao Tianyi called her softly: "Yalai, could he be..."
Yaleriga is still thinking about the shadow. So much so that she didn't understand what Qiaoqiao Tianyi wanted to say to her. But the answer was revealed in the blink of an eye. Her fanny pack opened on its own from the inside - to be precise, she thought it split open - and many long, narrow shadows as soft as willows poured out of it. Everything in the bag fell out. In this predicament, Yaleriga hurriedly glanced at the ground and saw the portrait of the naked Witch King with blond hair and a one-legged throne. She has been stuffing it at the bottom of her purse since she printed it out, planning to arrest Xiaomi and try to get it to read. At this time, the Witch King's eyes in the portrait seemed to be staring at her unfathomably. Yaleriga only glanced at it and then forgot about it.
They finally knew what the thing was looking for. When all the sundries in the bag were discarded on the ground, the last thing the Shadow Beards grabbed was the silver chain with ruby flowers. She had taken it off to avoid arousing Bodie's hostility and stored it in her waist bag. And now, the man who might have hated it is dying on the ground beneath it.
The shadow whiskers wrap around. They streaked across every ruby rosette on the chain, rustling like ice crystals falling on the fire, and became visibly thinner. But they continued endlessly, grinding all the beautiful and gorgeous gemstones into pieces. When this chain was also discarded on the ground and fell in front of Bodi's vacant sight, it no longer looked as beautiful and neat as it had in the past, but looked like a long string of cheap, twisted and old rusty metal. piece. Yaleriga suddenly realized that the thing was looking for Jing Huang. Despite his blindness, he remains inaccessible and still seems to be able to smell the power of those who would harm him. The first thing he smelled was the chain, but...could he smell something more? Those who have been with Jing Huang?
The monster's shadow whiskers all retracted along the fingertips. It seemed to feel a certain degree of satisfaction in destroying the enemy's symbol, so it stood quietly for a few seconds, but it also looked like it was listening, or catching some trace. Yaleriga already had a bad premonition. She's also watching for signs of life in Bodie—he's not dead yet, although the signs are faint, and the eyes she wears can help her identify several of the more common signs of life. But among all the people here, she may be the one who gets along the closest with Jing Huang, or...
The thing turned its head. His face faced Ji Xun, who was quietly walking towards Jin Ling.
