Lin Xixue was hiding behind Bai Qing, so she naturally heard Bai Qing's faint twang.
It seems that although Bai Qing is a disciple of the Righteous Immortal Sect, she has no patience for mortals. She is obviously not willing to communicate with these slaves when she calls for corpse puppets.
Lin Xixue blew the insect control whistle, and the sharp and harsh sound echoed in the cave, as a tall and spiny creature rushed over.
The slaves surrounding the two men immediately fled to make way for a passage.
The corpse puppet ran towards them in long strides and stood still in front of the two of them.
When Lin Xixue saw the corpse puppet's sudden stop, she suddenly felt some indescribable weirdness.
When ordinary people go from running to stopping, they always take two steps forward due to inertia. There is no reason to stop immediately. But the corpse puppet stopped instantly and stood straight on the spot, as if its feet were on the ground and were not affected by inertia.
"What are you doing standing there, asking the insect puppet to lie down?" Bai Qing urged from the side.
Almost instinctively, Lin Xixue played a few tunes according to a specific rhythm, and the corpse fell down.
But what frightened her was that the syllables that commanded the corpse puppet to bend down were not among the syllables Hong Yanzi had blown.
Just like the magical power of "flying to the sky and escaping the earth", it all appeared in my mind inexplicably.
She suddenly felt some indescribable irritability.
In her previous life, she was a privacy-conscious person. She used pseudonyms and virtual numbers when browsing an online shopping app and ordering takeout.
But now let alone privacy, the entire person's memory seems to have been deleted, added, and tampered with by an unknown force.
etc......
Lin Xixue suddenly thought of an extremely terrifying possibility.
If your memory can be shaped at will, how can you be sure that your current memory is true?
Indeed, when Hong Yanzi used Dongyou Daigo to tamper with his memory, Golden Finger appeared in time to stop the process.
However, what if this memory was also tampered with by Hong Yanzi?
She suddenly thought of a famous thought experiment in her previous life - the brain in a vat.
If a person's memory can be tampered with at will, then naturally it can also create such a memory - you think that the tampering of your memory has failed.
I think it was the golden finger that prevented the tampering of memories, but let’s assume that the golden finger is just a fabricated memory.
Or to put it further, am I really a time traveler?
Yes, I have memories of my family, teachers, and classmates in my previous life... But these people only exist in my memory. I have no way to prove that these people really exist?
What if these memories are also made up?
The moment she had this idea, she felt her heart began to feel uncomfortable again.
She could clearly feel her heart beating faster, hitting her ribs time and time again.
Severe tinnitus...
"Beep... beep... beep beep beep..."
The sound of some piercing instrument grew louder and faster.
"Doctor Zhang!!!"
There was a hoarse shout from what sounded like a middle-aged woman.
"Xiaoxue, mom is here! You hold on, you must hold on..."
It's such a familiar voice, I feel like I've heard it somewhere before...
Where have you heard that?
Lin Xixue couldn't remember.
"The patient's condition suddenly deteriorated... intravenous bolus injection of iodoamine..."
The cold feeling extended all the way up the wrist, straight to the coffin.
She opened her eyes suddenly and saw Bai Qing grabbing her wrist with a complicated look on her face.
The faint blue brilliance flowed between Bai Qing's fingers like a gauze ribbon and slowly merged into Lin Xixue's body.
Lin Xixue's heart rate gradually calmed down, and her consciousness gradually became clearer.
"Let's go to the alchemy room."
Bai Qing let go of Lin Xixue's wrist, turned around, stepped on the corpse puppet's shoulders, and jumped onto its back.
Lin Xixue closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Confused, only endless confusion.
If memories could really be tampered with, she didn't know how to judge what was true and what was false.
Memories of past lives can be fake, time travel can also be fake, and golden fingers can even be fake.
If everything can be fake, then what's the point of what I'm doing now?
she does not know.
She tried to find a reason to comfort herself and not think about these things, but she couldn't.
All kinds of confusions were swirling in her mind like gangrene.
Lin Xixue's brows became even more gloomy.
She followed him absentmindedly, blew the whistle a few times, and the corpse puppet jumped up suddenly with all four legs on the ground.
When it flew to the highest point, its joints twisted and inserted into the rock wall in an almost vertical direction. The hard stone is as fragile as tofu in front of the zombie's sharp claws.
He jumped between the stone walls and soon returned to the top of the cliff.
Lin Xixue led the way, and the two of them walked to the alchemy room.
Bai Qing activated the restraint and locked Lin Xixue in place, then carefully entered the alchemy room with two swords.
After confirming that there was no danger in the alchemy room, her restraint was released.
Lin Xixue walked into the alchemy room and sat slumped against the wall.
She was so exhausted, both mentally and physically, she felt exhausted like never before.
She just wants to rest now.
Bai Qing squatted down, touched the dried blood stains in the middle of the pharmacy with her fingers, opened the medicine pot that had been brewing for a long time and smelled the medicine residue. Then he got into the medicine shelves and walked back and forth, examining them carefully.
Finally she raised her head and looked around at the ceiling of the alchemy room, gesturing with her hands from time to time.
As if she had determined her position, she flew up into the air and headed straight for the corner of the ceiling. Her back seemed to have magnetic force, firmly adhering to the corner of the ceiling.
This corner is backed by the entrance, and there are medicine shelves blocking the view. It is indeed the best place for a sneak attack.
She took a stance with her sword, tapped her toes, and flew towards the blood stain like an arrow from the string.
The two swords danced wildly, like blooming lotus flowers, cutting the air with a "chichi" sound.
She nodded with satisfaction, took out a few formation flags, nailed them to the corners of the selected ceiling, took out a yellow talisman with an unknown function and stuck it on the bottom of the medicine pot.
Lin Xixue quickly understood Bai Qing's plan.
He must have wanted to take advantage of Hong Yanzi's hand to pour medicine into someone, activate the magic talisman, and then attack him from behind and subdue him instantly.
This plan is indeed feasible, but Lin Xixue is not happy.
According to her idea, Bai Qing and Hong Yanzi should be allowed to fight back and forth, so that she could wait for an opportunity to find a way out.
But is it really valuable to think of your own strategies and struggle to survive?
If all of my memories are manipulated and shaped, then what else is true?
When Lin Xixue had this question, a flash of enlightenment flashed through her mind, and she felt as if she had grasped some key point.
If all memories are false, then what is true?
At this moment, there is a subject thinking and doubting.
Even if the memory is false and the feelings are false, there must be an objective entity that can receive, think and process this false information.
Therefore, as the subject receiving information, I must exist objectively.
Since I really exist, it doesn't really matter whether the memory is false or not.
After all, as long as I am a real entity, as long as I can eat, play, sleep, and have happy experiences, as long as I live, what does it matter whether the memory is true or false?
After understanding this, Lin Xixue felt relieved.
The void evolved again, and in the boundless darkness, the blue-white jade bottle reappeared...
