The young man in black was stroking his goatee. Although his face could not be seen clearly, he gave off an overall impression of a fairy. Opposite him sat a slovenly uncle in a gray coat who was drinking.
The place the two of them were in was like a combination of a computer room and an operating room, with both a network cable screen and an operating table with wet blood stains. There were also several dormant warehouses stacked not far away.
The young man in black lowered his head and asked:
"Technological cultivation methods have been created, but you really decided to give up?"
The sloppy uncle’s voice was quite disappointed:
"So what if it's created? It's still causing this disaster. Besides, aren't those who were given the scientific method of cultivation destroyed? If you don't cultivate your mind, you will be destroyed sooner or later. There may really be no shortcuts in cultivation."
After the sloppy uncle finished speaking, he drank a few more sips of wine. The young man in black took a few sips of the wine bottle and comforted him:
"At any rate, you have tried. It's not like everyone can attain Taoism. At least your heart of universal Taoism can be called the four-character Taoist Heart."
"I'm fine, but it's just a failure. Don't you regret that you gave up the opportunity to try Tianmen to ascend to immortality in order to help me choose to stay?"
The young man in black shrugged:
"Heaven is selfless, that's how it should be."
After saying that, he saw several dormant chambers placed in the laboratory, raised his finger and asked:
"You want to try again?"
The sloppy uncle shook his head and said:
"The failed products I created before all self-destructed, so I wanted to try it with a corpse that no longer had the consciousness of the subject. But without the consciousness of the subject, the memory alone cannot be revived, so those works were considered failures before they even started. .”
The young man in black suggested:
"Why don't you try putting my consciousness in it?"
"Even if a mortal body is modified, it is impossible to withstand spiritual consciousness. Besides, it is cheating and does not count as true technological cultivation."
boom--
While the two were chatting, another explosion sounded not far away.
The young man in black drank all the wine, stood up and said:
"They came really fast. I'll send them away. Can you hold on to this poor place?"
The sloppy uncle sat on the ground and still didn’t get up:
"I have my own ways to protect this place, but I haven't developed any real scientific and technological achievements, so it doesn't matter whether I protect it or not."
The young man in black didn't say any more, and flew out with one foot, and several blue thunders beside him followed him away.
Click——
A thunder sounded from the window, and Ji Qinglin suddenly woke up from his sleep. At this time, a heavy rain was falling outside the grocery store, with lightning and thunder.
Ji Qinglin let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Vague dreams, vague scenes, intermittent dialogue.
I don't know if it's because he has been tracing the cause of his resurrection that led to some hysteria. Ji Qinglin occasionally has such strange dreams.
Maybe it was just a guess about the result in my brain, but it might also be the pursuit of memory. But if it was memory, from what perspective did I see those pictures?
From the moment he took off his cultivation phone, Ji Qinglin became more and more convinced that this vague dream must be related to his awakening.
Are you an experimental subject of technological cultivation? If that were the case, as I heard, how could a dead body that had lost its subject self-awareness be resurrected?
Every time his thoughts came to this point, Ji Qinglin felt a little palpitated and inexplicable panic, unable to continue thinking. The feeling of panic this time was particularly strong, obviously because the dream this time was clearer than before.
Is it because of the immortal bones?
The feeling was so uncomfortable that Ji Qinglin didn't think about it anymore. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face and calm down. When he returned to the house, he stopped by the next door to see Yu Ye sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room.
This little guy didn't mean to be woken up by the thunder. Maybe he was too tired from practicing these days, so he was sleeping with his arms and legs spread out quite wildly.
Ji Qinglin raised his hand and covered Yu Ye with the quilt. Just as he was about to leave, he was surprised to find that the inexplicable heart palpitations and fear had disappeared. Ji Qinglin, who had experienced it many times before, was very sure that this was not a psychological effect, but a real physical change.
After hesitating for a moment, Ji Qinglin did not wake up Yu Ye, but pushed Yu Ye in, who was covered with quilt, and lay on the edge of the sofa bed.
Although Yu Ye was sleeping soundly, he was still woken up by the movement. When he opened his eyes, he found his master Ji Qinglin lying down next to him in pajamas. Yu Ye did not scream, but whispered in surprise:
"Master!? What's wrong with you?"
Ji Qinglin didn't open his eyes and said calmly:
"Do you mind if I sleep next to you?"
"Uh, no... don't mind."
Yuye said as she wrapped herself in the quilt and moved further inward, leaving an extra space for Ji Qinglin. However, Ji Qinglin had no intention of crossing the line and just closed his eyes and lay flat on his back to continue sleeping.
Although he didn't know what the master was doing, it was a rare opportunity to observe the master at such a close distance. Yuye did not fall asleep in a hurry, but looked sideways at Ji Qinglin who was very close at hand.
There was a thunderstorm outside, but the master was breathing evenly, his tall chest muscles were rising and falling, his chin, bridge of nose, and eye sockets were all very clear, and his slightly frowning brows were slightly relaxed at this time. He didn't know what troubled things he was thinking about just now.
eyelash......
Before he finished observing, Ji Qinglin opened his eyes and looked here:
"Go to bed early, I will teach you how to practice kung fu tomorrow."
Yuye had no choice but to lie back down again.
"knew."
Just when Ji Qinglin was calmly about to fall asleep, Yu Ye beside him couldn't help but whispered curiously:
"Master, are you afraid of thunder?"
"sleep!"
——————
Although there was no strong wind, the dense raindrops still bathed the entire city in heavy rain.
Except for the bright lights that play music every night, most residential areas have fallen silent in the early morning under the rainy night.
Apart from--
In Lei Ming Villa, the lights are still on in the last room entering the courtyard.
Every thunderstorm night, no one is left in the backyard of Thunder Villa. This is the rule set by the owner of the Villa.
President Lei Qiong of the Xindong Street Chamber of Commerce was doing his exercises in the room while staring at the crystal objects on the table. At the same time, thunder followed and fell around the villa.
But before the last set of exercises was finished, President Lei Ming suddenly froze, then quickly raised his hand to put away the objects on the table, turned to look at the dark corner of the backyard, and said cautiously:
"Now that you're here, there's no need to hide."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flew straight into the house.
Looking thin and still wearing night clothes, although the person has walked into the house, there is not a drop of rain behind him.
"Hand over the immortal body."
The voice was like dead leaves in the forest, and he sounded like an old man.
Lei Qiong had never told anyone about possessing the immortal's body, and this person broke in just before he could make a final comeback. He was obviously prepared, and he couldn't help but hold the crystal object in his hand tightly.
"How did you find out?"
The other party didn't respond to such cliche words at all, and rushed over with a flying step. Upon seeing this, Lei Qiong faced him head-on with purple thunder flashing in his arms.
Bang——
There was a loud noise, followed by thunder and lightning, all the doors and windows of the backyard room were shattered, and a huge hole was punched out in the rain curtain in the courtyard.
The old man in night clothes was sent flying and hit the wall. Lei Qiong strode out, the lightning in his arms became more intense.
"To take the body, it depends on whether you have the ability!"
The old man still didn't answer, he jumped up high on the ground, then kicked in the air, and then dived towards Lei Qiong. Following him down, there was also the heavy rain and thunder behind him.
Click——
In the heavy rain in Bangkok, several thunderbolts struck again.
