[Future] Abilities World

It was getting late, and countless candles were dimly lit on the Linghui campus. It was already the third day of the 6.7 tragedy, but the grief did not go away but intensified. Even at night, there were countless wailing lingering in the Linghui.

Linghui Lake has been under martial law, and there are always parents who believe that their children are still alive and want to sneak in to look for them. Those who went down did not come up again. The government issued repeated orders, and the people still did not change, but Linghui Lake is too big, and the border of tens of thousands of kilometers is not It can be easily prevented.

A black figure walked in the empty campus of the Spiritual Society, holding a pale candle lantern in his hand. Every time he took a step, the candle flame would shake once, and the flickering light illuminated his figure. , as if there were countless vague shadows following him, as if they were lined up in an orderly manner, one step, countless steps, one footprint, countless footprints...

Kong Mingxiang was still wearing his black cloak, just like countless ordinary people who came to mourn, walking alone outside the crowd, and finally stopped at a deserted corner by the lake.

Linghui Lake is infused with water from a great river, and it is not dead water. Even if the tragedy three days ago was too shocking, it stands to reason that the lake water should be almost purified by itself today, but the reality is that the color of Linghui Lake is getting darker and darker. The more intense it looks from a distance, it looks like a bottomless pit, an unknown abyss.

Standing by the lake, Kong Mingxiang stared far and wide at the hazy vast expanse of lake surface in the night. The entangled souls at the bottom of the lake were bound and infected by thick black silk threads, and had slowly metamorphosed into another kind of creature.

Kong Mingxiang's pale hand stretched out from under the cloak, and covered it, with the palm facing the lake, fingers waving lightly.

As if I heard the swaying melody of Kongmingxiang, slowly, the black silk thread from the lake surface wrapped up, and it seemed to wrap around Kongmingxiang's fingertips intimately. There is faint black fluorescence.

As the number of entangled black threads increased, the energy layer that seemed to be condensed by black clouds in the lake also fluctuated.

Kong Mingxiang's face became slightly dignified, he took a deep breath, and turned his palms!

Whoa-!

In an instant, countless invisible black threads trembled in Kong Mingxiang's palm. Although Kongmingxiang's movement of turning his hands was small, it had a great impact on these black threads.

If anyone can see these black silk threads, they will see this stunning scene, the entangled black silk threads are like a long black dragon, with its head kissing Kong Mingxiang's arm, and the tail following Kong Mingxiang's hand. The movement is tumbling, and it is thrown into the sky!

The surface of the lake is inexplicably dotted with waves.

Kong Mingxiang's face softened slightly, he raised his hand lightly and dragged it, the black silk thread wrapped in his palm suddenly broke, and it rose lightly, continuously upward, leading more black threads to the sky, corresponding head and tail, slowly Slowly, slowly, entangled in the clouds...

"Success~" Kong Mingxiang exhaled, and immediately returned to normal. He looked at his masterpiece with curved lips and smiled, and turned to leave after a while. Behind him were countless leaping black carp flying towards the sky, jumping out of the dragon gate to the cloud Transformed into a black dragon.

In the sky, countless transparent light clouds gradually sink, turn black, and connect into one piece.

A flash of thunder and lightning suddenly appeared, crackling——!As gorgeous as a dragon dancing in the sky.

The sky turned cloudy in an instant.

Kong Mingxiang folded his hands to copy the pocket under the cloak, stepped on his usual erratic steps, light and heavy, walked unsteadily among the thousands of candlelights in the night of the spiritual meeting, humming softly in his mouth. The lullaby my mother sang was ethereal and moving, but it carried a bone-chilling chill.

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The shock in the sea of ​​consciousness made Song Qingchen temporarily unable to wake up from his lethargy.

Every time the mental power is upgraded, it will increase ten times compared to the previous level. Although Song Qingchen can control the 8th-level Mimic Warrior through his unique synchronous simulation ability, but to restore the Mimic Warrior to a huge mental power, control It is not so easy to get up.

Countless mental power surged in Song Qingchen's sea of ​​consciousness, churning endlessly, and the waves crashed against the shore, almost crushing the core island in Song Qingchen's sea of ​​consciousness.

Song Qingchen frowned in her sleep, her headache was splitting, and she was very restless.

After tumbling for an unknown amount of time, Song Qingchen finally realized that this was not going to work.

Crack——!

Thunderclouds and lightning flashed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Because level 8 mental power was stirred up in Song Qingchen's Sea of ​​Consciousness for two days, and the thunderclouds over the sea of ​​Consciousness also became more and more dense in the storm. There were only a few pieces of thunderclouds in the past, but now they have become an army of one hundred thousand.

One, ten, one hundred...thousands!

Thunder and lightning bombarded densely in Song Qingchen's sea of ​​consciousness, forming formations and forests. The alien mental power that was raging in Song Qingchen's sea of ​​consciousness was quickly smashed into pieces and turned into little pieces, which were gently supplemented as spiritual powers. The core island of the hub.

The core island vibrated violently, booming, buzzing, the edges were constantly disintegrating, and then became wider after merging.

The big tree in the core island sprouted new shoots at a speed visible to the naked eye, singing the praises of life, and countless golden lights permeated the sea of ​​consciousness, bathing in it, even Song Qingchen's soul became warm.

Song Qingchen felt as if he was being dragged up, floating lightly in the endless void, and there seemed to be a river dotted with stars around him, allowing him to wander and have fun.

Suddenly, Song Qingchen felt his body get heavy, as if he was being pulled over by something, countless black shadows entangled his feet, black silk threads densely entangled the clouds in the sky, and the black clouds gradually connected into pieces, wrapping Song Qingchen line of sight blocked.

Song Qingchen felt his body keep falling, and he felt that there were black silk threads all over his body. These black threads made him feel heavy, depressed, and his mood fluctuated.

Song Qingchen patrolled along these silk threads, and he saw the black water with countless ghost faces entangled with it, and the young man standing quietly by the water, that is, Kongming Township!

Song Qingchen woke up suddenly, his consciousness returned instantly, and he sat up at once!

"Boom!"

A bang!Song Qingchen clutched his forehead and fell back, gnashing his teeth in pain.

Damn it, which bastard put him in a coffin!

Of course, Song Qingchen locked on the target as soon as the doubt flashed. Isn't this coffin the one he slept in at Kongming Township's house!

Song Qingchen pushed the coffin cover away, threw away the little flowers on her body with hatred, kicked away the gold inlaid jade skeleton that was used as a pillow, crawled out sullenly while rubbing her red forehead, and sat on the coffin cover to refresh herself.

The dark room suddenly lit up, the door of the room opened, and the cloak Kong Mingxiang appeared in Song Qingchen's sight.

Kong Mingxiang said pleasantly: "Ah, Qingqing, you finally woke up, so happy~"

Song Qingchen squinted at Kong Mingxiang, but didn't speak.

Kong Mingxiang asked strangely: "Qingqing, what are you looking at?"

Song Qingchen withdrew his gaze and said in confusion, "It's nothing, I just dreamed that you went to do something bad."

Kong Mingxiang moved closer to Song Qingchen, leaned closer, and said in a turbulent tone, "I'm so happy~ Qingqing, you actually think about me in your dreams. You are my confidant. Qingqing dreamed about what I did Bad thing? Tell me, if you haven’t done it yet, I’ll make it up right away~”

Song Qingchen: ...

Song Qingchen stretched out his hand, and slammed Kong Mingxiang on the forehead, boom, it was quite loud.

Kong Mingxiang said "Ah~" and said aggrievedly, "Qingqing, it hurts~"

Song Qingchen shook her head contemptuously: "You are a typical misbehavior of the three views! Thinking of me back then, Mao Zedong Thought, growing up under the red banner, loving the country, loving the people, loving the society, and being more and more popular. Look at you again!"

Of course, he grew crooked after the end of the world, but would he tell Kong Mingxiang about this?of course not!

Kong Mingxiang was dizzy and scratched his cloak: "Qingqing, you say you love the country, the people, and the society?"

Song Qingchen nodded without blushing.

"Oh, then I also love the country, the people, and the society~ Seems like a lot of fun." Kong Mingxiang chuckled.

Song Qingchen: ...

Song Qingchen: "By the way, why am I here with you? What happened after that day? Are Han Yufei and the others all right?"

Kong Mingxiang lowered the corner of his mouth: "Qingqing is too much, you didn't even ask me, just ask Han Yufei and the others, I will curse them~"

Song Qingchen was silent for a while, and said calmly: "You are better than them, and you will be fine, I believe you."

Kong Mingxiang rushed forward: "Friends! Qingqing, we are so in harmony, so heart-to-heart, in the vast sea of ​​people, how did I know you~ I want to give you a kiss of love."

Song Qingchen turned sideways, and the excited Kong Mingxiang plunged headlong into the opened coffin. Song Qingchen didn't even think about stretching out his foot and tripping, Kong Mingxiang thumped, and the whole person fell into the pile of micro tapes In the small white flowers of the dewdrops, the cloak was tilted down, revealing Kongmingxiang's exquisite and beautiful face. Song Qingchen wanted to describe Kongmingxiang at this time with a comparison of Huajiao, but he would not be sympathetic.

Ka-!

Song Qingchen: Let you put me in the coffin!

Song Qingchen closed the coffin lid, locked Kong Mingxiang in the red sandalwood coffin, sat on the coffin lid by himself, and knocked on the coffin lid in a good mood: "You can talk now."

Kong Mingxiang's mournful voice came from under the coffin: "Qingqing~ You bullied me."

Song Qingchen sat on the lid of the coffin with her arms folded, and said leisurely, "No, I only play with you if I like you, otherwise I won't talk to you."

Kong Mingxiang: "Really?"

Song Qingchen: "Of course."

Kong Mingxiang rolled in the big coffin with the skeleton in his arms: "Qingqing~ You open the coffin, I want to watch you talk."

Song Qingchen refused: "I don't want to watch you talk."

Kong Mingxiang bit the skull's golden head sadly.

Song Qingchen: "You wear a black cloak every day, and I can't see your face. It's the most fair way to see it."

Kong Mingxiang continued to roll in the coffin with the skeleton in his arms: "Qingqing~ You are too bad."