"Wake up, wake up quickly."
Yun Ming was pushed and reluctantly opened his eyes. It was a very comfortable sleep, and he still remembered fragments of that long dream: another world, people with abilities, the ninth branch, the weather of playing games together...
What the hell is that last one? How could you remember such trivial things?
Wait a minute, where is this?
This is a space with no end as far as the eye can see, and the sky and the earth are all white.
In the plain white world, there are only two people with other colors. They are like inconspicuous black dots on white paper. Small, but there.
There were two people, one was Yun Ming, and the other was the guy who pushed him awake. This guy... is also Yun Ming.
"Who is this? Why does he look like me?" Yun Ming's doubts have not yet been answered. That "Yun Ming" said:
"You understand, we look nothing alike."
"Huh? How did you..." This was also what Yun Ming was thinking.
"Conscious communication, this is more efficient than talking." "Yun Ming", whose origin is unknown, will rush to answer.
"Who are you?"
"I am Yun Ming."
"Ha, it turns out that there are such interesting scenes after death?" Yun Ming had already remembered that everything was not a dream, and he also remembered the dagger that pierced the heart from behind.
That "Yun Ming" spoke: "Be happy, you are not dead yet."
"Really?" Yun Ming was indeed happy.
"But it's soon."
"Bah." Yun Ming spat at "himself".
"Now, I know you have a lot of questions, and I can answer them slowly. Although you only have one breath left now, time passes much slower in this space than outside. We have plenty of time to have a good chat. Let’s talk.”
"Who are you?" This is what Yun Ming needs to understand first.
"I told you, I am Yun Ming." This "Yun Ming" insisted: "You are not."
"What are you talking about..." Yun Ming stopped talking. The guy who called himself "Yun Ming" grabbed his arm and put it on his head: "If you don't believe it, just touch it and see for yourself."
Then Yun Ming touched his face. The outline and facial features of this face...are indeed not mine, but it doesn't seem to be an unfamiliar face either.
"There is no mirror here, so we can only use this method. Does it feel familiar to you? This is your own face. You haven't seen it in six years."
Yes, no wonder it feels "familiar", it turns out to be what I looked like before time travel.
"I understand...you are the real Yun Ming. I thought you..."
"Dead?" His predecessor Yun Ming asked.
Yun Ming nodded.
The predecessor Yun Ming sighed: "Actually, it's not wrong to say that he is dead."
"I call this place the Soul Realm. You and I both come here as souls. This is why you are what you were before. The physical form can change, but the soul cannot."
"Every person has one and only one soul. As a container of the soul, the body can only bear the burden of one soul. However, my ability is quite special. It can summon a heroic spirit to temporarily possess me, and I will gain the heroic spirit during the period of possession. of great power."
"I tried it out immediately after awakening my ability. The result was...your soul occupied the magpie's nest, but my own soul was severely damaged and fell into the soul realm."
"Until now, your life is hanging by a thread. This body as a container has been severely damaged and cannot hold your soul. So you came here so that we can meet each other."
When my predecessor, Yun Ming, said these words, he kept shaking his head, sighing, and hiding his face. His sadness was indescribable.
Yun Ming was shocked when he heard this theory: "Although I think your explanation is quite reliable...but do you think I look like a heroic spirit?"
"This is actually something I don't understand." The predecessor Yun Ming looked serious: "After your soul took over my body, our souls began to merge with each other. You inherited some of my memories and many years of hard work. battle experience, and I also learned something through your memory."
"At first, I thought it was because the soul I summoned was too powerful, so I suffered backlash. But after reading your memories, I discovered that you are actually an ordinary person."
"As for why my ability summons the soul of an ordinary person from a parallel universe."
"I really don't know anything."
Seeing the sincerity of his predecessor Yun Ming's words, Yun Ming lowered his head and remained silent. It's not that he doesn't believe what his predecessor Yun Ming said, it just takes time to accept it.
Every boy goes through a period of middle school, and Yun Ming is no exception. When he was in middle school and high school, he also loved to read cool novels: "Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty", "I want that day, and it can no longer cover my eyes; I want that land, and it can no longer bury me." Heart; I want all living beings to understand my meaning; I want all gods to disappear into thin air"... These were all things he read at night with his head buried in bed and the lights burning.
When Yun Ming first came to this world, his mood was doubtful, uneasy, and fearful. But underneath these negative emotions, an indescribable mood surged like an undercurrent.
That kind of mood is called ambition.
It's not like Yun Ming never thought about being a Long Aotian in this strange world, cheating and picking up girls, and finally living a happy life and retiring, this is the routine of Xiao Baiwen.
Then he was hit hard by reality.
However, even though Yun Ming was tortured and bruised by the boss named "Life", he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart: he was the chosen one, and there must be a reason for traveling here.
But his predecessor Yun Ming's words shattered his illusions.
It turns out that even in a different world, I am still so ordinary. Yun Ming once desperately wanted to jump out of the sea of people, but he could not do it on his own earth: Yun Ming was superior, but not outstanding; he could be called a talent, but not a genius. Some things cannot be accomplished by hard work alone.
His predecessor, Yun Ming, didn’t speak either. He can both access Yun Ming's memories and hear Yun Ming's heartbeat. No one understands Yun Ming's mood at this moment better than him. However, even though he knew that Yun Ming felt uncomfortable, he still wanted to tell him some things.
"Now is not the time to be sad. What I am going to say next is very important. It is related to our life and death."
Yun Ming raised his head.
"Let me put it bluntly: our bodies are dying, and we will disappear without the protection of the container. That is the complete destruction of body and soul. And I have a way to make the body immortal..."
Hearing this, Yun Ming guessed that the last two words were "but".
"But..." Sure enough.
“It requires the sacrifice of your soul.”
"Huh?" Yun Ming didn't understand: "What does it mean to dedicate my soul? How to dedicate it? To whom?"
The predecessor Yun Ming explained: "Dedicating the soul to the body actually means the fusion of the two. I just said that the body will change form but the soul will not."
"For example. After a blind man dies, his soul leaves the body and he can see again; a man whose legs are amputated still has two legs after death and can walk and run."
"Your soul is intact. After merging with the body, the body will also become intact, because the body will remain consistent with the soul."
"But in this way, your soul will "disappear" and it will merge with your body to form your new body."
Yun Ming nodded: "So, what are the consequences of the disappearance of the soul?"
"Well...I don't know."
"What?"
The predecessor Yun Ming spread his hands: "I'm not lying to you, I really don't know. If you ask me, if the body dies, the soul can survive for a few more seconds; if one fuses together and dies, both will die."
"That sounds pretty good." Yun Ming rubbed his chin and calculated.
"But I advise you to think about it carefully," said his predecessor Yun Ming sincerely: "After all, no one knows what the consequences of doing this will be."
Yun Ming smiled: "What else is there to think about? Once the body dies, both of us are finished. Why don't we give it a try? It's easier to win the bet. What's the difference between the result of losing the bet and not betting."
"But...why do you have to sacrifice my soul? This is your body, so of course your soul is more worthy?"
I don’t know whether Yun Ming’s words were pure confusion or what he meant. His predecessor Yun Ming’s answer was neither humble nor arrogant: “I said before that my soul was severely injured when I summoned you. It has improved now but is still injured. . To fuse, of course it’s better to have your intact soul.”
"That's it," Yun Ming said noncommittally, "Then what will happen to you after my soul merges?"
"The biggest possibility is that as before, you won't be able to detect my existence in this soul realm at all; the other possibility is... I will become a kind of grandfather in the novel, and I will guide you in your mind if you have nothing to do. Kung Fu training and so on." His predecessor Yun Ming smiled as he spoke. Through Yun Ming's memory, he also read some fantasy online articles, and he knew this common routine.
"Sounds good." Yun Ming also smiled: "There is nothing more to ask, just tell me, how should I merge with the body?"
"that's all."
His predecessor Yun Ming reached out and grabbed Yun Ming's hair and pushed Yun Ming's head to the ground. But Yun Ming didn't hit the ground. His head went directly through the ground, then his arms, chest, and whole body, as if he had completed a dive.
"Underwater" is completely opposite to the pure white soul realm. This is a dark world. There was light not far away from Yun Ming. The light came from a small hole. He thought for a moment and swam towards the light.
Yun Ming swam to the light hole and carefully inserted his fingertips into the hole. Unexpectedly, as soon as the fingertips entered the light hole, a strong suction force came from the other end. I don’t know if the soul can be folded and twisted. Yun Ming’s soul was shaped into a long strip under the huge suction force, and it swirled and followed the small hole to the opposite end.
The last words of my predecessor Yun Ming floated in my ears:
"By the way, remember our ability. Its name is"
"The soul is back."
