Kemeng had previously analyzed that there were one or more Shadow Stream members in the Sect organization. Otherwise, there would have been many unreasonable things for the Shadow Stream organization to use to cross Koi Continent.
At this moment, Kemen saw the gentleman in black frantically splitting the shadows, frantically extracting the shadows in the book room like blood from a large artery.
Or maybe it was him who imported his shadow into the shadows in the book room and carried out an inhumane struggle for physical power.
"With your strength...could it be that you are an elder of Shadow Stream!" Shuwuwu said gloomily, an invisible big hand formed in the air and pressed towards the gentleman in black.
The next second, the body of the gentleman in black was crushed, but the shadow under his feet disappeared.
"Dead?" Shuwu murmured, "No, it came in!"
The mood in the book room fluctuated greatly, and the battle for the field of consciousness began.
At this point, Kemeng couldn't see their fighting at the conscious level, and could only silently analyze their fighting situation through emotions or sounds.
Stream of consciousness fights are very dangerous and can lead to death at every turn.
Whichever side has stronger will can persist longer. This is a competition in terms of endurance.
Then it depends on the mental strength of both sides, who is stronger and who is more aggressive.
Secondly, there is spiritual resistance, which is something at the defensive level. It is so mysterious that it is difficult to explain clearly.
At the beginning, Ke Meng had thousands of resistances and could barely withstand the shadow battle with the Shadow Stream leader.
After Shuwu's strength exploded, Kemeng didn't know if its mental resistance had improved.
Soon, the elder of the Shadow Stream organization suffered. It used the body in Shuwu to scream: "Why, why is your mental power stronger than mine!"
"I am favored by the true god, how can you invade me! Die!" The book room regained control and shouted in the void.
The two entered into a fierce competition, and their emotions became more and more chaotic. Sometimes they were sober and sometimes confused, just like a urchin at home constantly switching between two TV stations with a remote control.
It's almost time for Kemeng to wake up. With such a fierce battle in front of him being so important, Kemeng doesn't want to wake up.
Silently design the time to wake up naturally, which is usually eight hours. The body's biology is very accurate.
In other words, he will wake up in half an hour.
"The winner should be decided within half an hour." Kemen thought to himself.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes? Ten minutes passed.
Was Kemeng impatient? The fight between the two ended after ten minutes.
Elder Yingliu's breath faded, but the book house survived to the end.
But Kemen could feel that the soul in the book house was not pure enough. It seemed that he had been bitten by a crazy wild dog that was desperate for life, and his mind might not be clear.
"I won? Did you see that guy spying on me?" Shuwuwu murmured.
"Haha? Haha? He is so stupid. I am a bookstore who is favored by the true god." The bookstore murmured to himself.
You can obviously keep quiet in the book room, but if you don't express what's on your mind, how can you share the feeling of victory with others.
Can you feel the presence of the voyeur in the book room?
"The sect organization...actually sent someone to kill me? No, this guy is from Shadow Stream, not necessarily under the instruction of the Golden Sect Master." Shushuwu murmured.
Having said that, it closed the door and did not want to open the door to the door organization for the time being.
This door gave it a bad memory? The people who originally wanted to welcome the door organization did not expect to be invaded by the shadow flow elders.
If it is not favored by the true god? It will really be successfully taken over by the elders of Shadow Stream.
But the elders of Shadow Stream calculated everything, but failed to calculate the strength given by the true god? Shuwu successfully guarded his soul.
But the elder of Shadow Stream went crazy and bit off a piece of meat from his body? It gave him a headache.
"The people from Shadow Stream should be undercover agents of the sect organization? The sect organization is so noble? How could they intercept and kill me, a creature favored by the true god." Shuwu said to the air again, as if discussing with Kemeng.
Ke Meng knew that Shuwu just wanted to confirm his position.
Even if Elder Shadow Stream invades the Book Room, the belief in his heart remains unchanged, and he still yearns for omniscience and omnipotence, and the Sect Organization's belief is very appealing to it. It believes that the Sect Organization cannot be such a brainless organization. There must be wise people.
After thinking about it, the book room opened the door again, and gravitational waves were emitted from the door.
Ke Meng spent the last moment of his awakening, using the evil god's own knowledge of gravitational waves, to analyze a wave of knowledge delivered from the book room.
Shushuwu reported the counter-killing of Shadow Stream members, emphasizing that he was not afraid of shadows and welcomed the senior leaders of the sect organization to investigate.
The book room did not erase the aura left by Elder Shadow Stream. In fact, this aura is not easy to erase. It does not have the Heart Flame Candle in its hand. That item has been sacrificed to the true god.
After a while, Kemeng woke up full of regret and did not see the end.
Looking at the light on the horizon, Ke Meng knew that it was the weather after debugging an item of the Bureau of Investigation. Keeping the internal weather consistent with the outside world prevented Ke Meng from living in gloomy weather every day.
Ke Meng was not in the mood to go to class, and he didn't want to go to work. He was preoccupied with watching the sequel to Book House, just like he still wanted to watch a large-scale TV series halfway through, so he told Shirley, "I still want to go to bed, so you can continue watching."
"Yes, Master." Shirley lowered her head and said.
The glutinous rice balls also barked, indicating that they understood.
Kemeng was hypnotized into sleep again, and he opened his eyes in the dream.
The synesthetic book room, the existence behind the shadow stream, and other miscellaneous things.
Split-screen and multiple openings are already something that Kemeng can do casually. It’s very simple.
Soon, Kemen saw the synaesthesia scene in the book room again.
Less than ten minutes after leaving, a new guest arrived inside the book room.
The man in the book room suddenly became alert and said to the air: "Brother, after watching it for seven hours and fifty minutes, you are now peeking at me. Are you planning to squat on me all night?"
The book room no longer has the need for time concepts such as day and night, but the fixed synaesthesia duration makes it vigilant.
The guest in the house in the book also became nervous. He did not sense that there were other strangers in the house, so he asked: "Who is here?"
"He is an rude guy. I don't know where it is. You can't feel it because your spiritual perception is too low. If your spirituality is as high as mine, you will feel its existence." In the book. Wu hummed, feeling like he was showing off.
The little guest said: "My spiritual perception is not low in the sect organization. As long as some unknown existences from the void dare to look at me, I must know. How can there be something that I don't know about looking at me?"
"Everything I said is true. I can guarantee it with the True God." Shu Shuwu said.
The young guest showed a somewhat doubtful expression.
Ke Meng looked at the book room and saw that this short child, with that face and tone, was the child from Room 101!
