Overcome the catastrophe

Ling Zihan and Wei Tianyu who quit the game didn't know it. They felt that the thing that seemed to be pulled out of their bodies was actually conscious. All their memories, thoughts and wisdom.

Both Wei Tianyu and Ling Zihan, who were sucked away by that strange vortex one after another, saw the deity standing there, and felt that the deity's state had not been greatly affected, and no thought remolding or invasion had occurred.The sudden change made it difficult for them to understand. Concepts such as copying consciousness and stealing memories passed by like lightning, but they all intuitively felt that it was impossible.

Wei Tianyu has always been at the forefront of the world's science and technology. No matter how advanced the science is and how whimsical some mad scientists are, it is still impossible for such a technology to appear.Human beings are still unable to fully analyze brain waves, and even the central nervous system is still not thoroughly studied.Even with a super-mutated sample like Ling Zihan, the expert team led by Tong Yue is only ahead of domestic and foreign medical research levels. They still cannot fully understand the detailed composition and working methods of the human brain, let alone completely steal or perfectly copy it.

The two couldn't understand their own situation for a while, and the strong gravity of the whirlpool made them irresistible.In that short moment, they all instinctively condensed their spirits, trying their best to keep their consciousness and not get distracted by the turbulent flow of the passage.Since they couldn't break free, both of them had the same choice, so they simply went downstream to see what was going on.

Ling Zihan entered the game later than Wei Tianyu, and he was taken away by the strange vortex after a long time, so he didn't see Wei Tianyu, but he had a strange intuition that the sucked Wei Tianyu was right in front of him, and his consciousness was not there. Undamaged, still whole, he was relieved.

The passage he was in was very strange, it was gray and black at first, and then there were light spots shining around it.He felt that he should be in the game, so the basic matter that makes up everything is data except energy.Maybe the channel is in some communication cable, but now that the world is wirelessly connected to the Internet, maybe he has flown into the air with the data stream and is being transmitted to some server.

At this moment, he heard a faint roar, like thunder.Then, a dazzling light appeared in the passage, and the word "lightning" instantly flowed through his consciousness.

The channel appeared chaotic, as if it was torn apart, and a huge force struck, attracting him, those gray-black substances and light spots.

His consciousness resisted that force tenaciously, and he remained awake amidst the turbulence.After an unknown amount of time, he gradually felt tired, and he became somewhat vague about his own situation.At the same time, his keen intuition could tell that the other self, which was separated from the main body by Bi Qi, had fused a lot of gray-black substances and colorful light spots in the channel, and it had grown a lot, which made him more confident. Survive in such a strange and harsh unknown environment.

There seems to be no concept of time in the passage, as if time has been frozen, but there is a sense of a thousand years of ephemerality. Ling Zihan tries to reach out with the tentacles of perception, analyze and judge the surrounding materials, and infer where he is.Gradually, he could realize that the turbulent currents around him were actually regular, and these regularities were clearly imprinted in his consciousness, full of indescribable mysteries, and he couldn't help but immerse himself in them and comprehend them with all his strength.

Just when he felt that he was only one step away from understanding all the laws, suddenly a strong force hit him, engulfed him, and pulled him away like lightning.

In an instant, he felt dizzy and dizzy, and his consciousness was blurred, as if he was leaping forward at the speed of light.

The upheaval soon stopped, he woke up from a trance, felt like he had slept for a long time, and then opened his eyes.

His vision was still a little blurry, but he already understood that he was not in that strange passage, but in a room. There were people around him. Although he didn't know who they were, he could tell that they were not hostile to him, but kind.

He tried his best to concentrate, trying to see everything around him clearly, when someone beside him rushed over and hugged him, crying uncontrollably, "My child, my child, you are finally alive..."

Before he could figure out what was going on, his body had already reacted instinctively, calling softly: "Mother." Although the voice was very weak, it was very clear.

"Hey, hey, mother is here, and your grandpa and grandma are all here." The female voice next to her ear was very excited, and she could hear mixed emotions of sadness and joy.

An old voice said with a smile: "Okay, Yiniang, let go of Xiaohan quickly. His illness is just a little bit better, and he can't stand the trouble."

"Hey, yes." The woman was a little flustered, but her hands were steady, she carefully put Ling Zihan back on the bed, and pulled up the quilt to cover him.

Ling Zihan felt that his body was in a state of confusion, but his eyes were finally able to see clearly.

It was a house made of large gray stones, with small windows, and it felt a little dark.Sitting by the window were two haggard old men, like a couple, looking at him kindly.The woman leaning over to tuck him in had messy hair and a tired face. She looked very young, about 20 years old, with a dignified appearance, a gentle temperament, and loving eyes.

Ling Zihan's rationality is perplexed by the current situation, but his sensibility is familiar with everything in front of him. It seems that he was born and lived here, and many past events are vivid in his memory.

Many concepts emerged from the depths of his memory. He knew that the old couple were his grandfather and grandmother, and the woman beside him was his mother, but he had never seen his father.He was born weak and sickly, but fortunately his grandfather was the only witch doctor in the village, who treated him with ancestral secret medicine, which saved his life.

witch?More doubts arose in Ling Zihan's heart.What is this place?In-game or out-of-game?Are you still on Earth?He seems to have become a child, only two or three years old?The language they spoke was not Chinese, it was a language he had never heard, but he understood the meaning and could speak it.It's all weird and he needs time to sort things out.

The little child on the bed frowned slightly, with a serious expression on his face, which made the three adults think it was fun and didn't care. They just discussed happily, and they wanted to find someone to make some good things for the child to eat and nourish their bodies.

After the two old men went out, the young woman leaned over and touched Ling Zihan's face, and said with a gentle smile, "Xiaohan, sleep a little longer, and mother will make you a bowl of grass fruit soup."

A cherry-sized emerald green fruit appeared in Ling Zihan's mind. It tasted sweet, and his body would feel warm and he would no longer feel cold... These are all memories of young children, but he also felt very happy , So he said "hmm" and nodded slightly.

His mother was overjoyed and walked out quickly, probably to go outside to pick wild fruits so that he could make soup for him.

The room became quiet. He glanced around and found that the room was very simple. The tables, chairs, benches, and teapots and cups on the table were all made of rough wood. Very warm.

I don't know if it's the evening or the weather is not good. The sky seen through the narrow window is dark and gloomy, and there is a faint brown-yellow mist floating under the thick lead gray clouds. The European factory districts shortly after the Industrial Revolution were dirty, polluted, depressing, and uncomfortable.

Just looking and thinking, he soon gets tired.

After closing his eyes for a while, he suddenly remembered and took out a hand from under the quilt to look at it.

This hand is very small, but it does not have the baby fat that children usually have. It is slender and well-proportioned. The skin is light blue, crystal clear and delicate, like cold jade, with a strange beauty.This kind of skin color, at first glance, is not what the races on the earth may have. Even if it is an atavism or disease, it has never appeared.

Ling Zihan put his hands back on the quilt and closed his eyes again.

He has figured it out.The tunnel he used to stay in may be a "wormhole" in science, or a space-time tunnel written in many fantasy novels.The place where he is now is not on the earth, not in the solar system, not even in that universe.This should be another time and space, another world.

He saw with his own eyes that Wei Tianyu exited the game in a healthy and safe manner, so he was very relieved.Their bodies are still with Wei Tianyu, they must be aware of the unusual changes in the game, and they will definitely make correct decisions immediately.Everything in the world over there is as usual, and there will be no danger for fathers, children, brothers, friends, colleagues, and subordinates.And it might be interesting for him to look at the world.

When he fell asleep, he wondered vaguely where Wei Tianyu would be, and when he grew up, he must find him.