Global Trial

Not only is the thing under the feet not difficult to cut, but even a little more blood is enough. It seems that there is too much blood without moral integrity, like a water bed, and it looks very double-faced.

When Xia Mingdong was thinking about bloodletting, Ning Ge suddenly said, "I'll do it."

Ninge obviously knew what he wanted to do.

"Don't." Xia Mingdong stopped immediately, "I'm still waiting for you to spare your energy to protect me, I'll do it, I'm a support worker who doesn't go to the front line is suitable for this."

But just before they discussed the reason, someone suddenly walked towards them.

Ning Ge was very vigilant and blocked Xia Mingdong directly behind him. Xia Mingdong was wondering who was coming, when he saw Bai Kun walking towards them after a while.

He poked his head from behind Ning Ge and saw Bai Kun walking towards him with no expression on his face. He still looked cold and cold, and he couldn't tell if he was very hungry.

He sat directly beside Cen Heng and the others, and said straight to the point: "I'd better tell you guys some news."

Ning Ge asked directly: "The price?"

Bai Kun sneered for a moment, pointed at Xia Mingdong and said, "What if I want his blood?"

"Refused." Ninge replied without hesitation, "You can go."

Bai Kun: "..."

He said angrily: "Forget it, it's not an important clue at all. I know it but it's hard for you to know. Maybe half of the people here know it."

Xia Mingdong frowned: "What do you mean?"

Bai Kun pointed in the direction of the mist with his chin, and sneered: "You innocent and simple practitioners probably didn't smell it, did you?"

Xia Mingdong immediately realized something, and said, "What the hell is the mist?"

"I don't know exactly what it is, but... it smells like human brains."

Xia Mingdong felt goosebumps all over his body instantly, feeling very nauseous.

They were surrounded by a group of brains, this sentence made Xia Mingdong feel nauseous.

He had guessed many possibilities, but he didn't know that the smell of this mist was actually the same as brains...

None of them had ever killed anyone, and they had never encountered any cruel thing of splitting other people's heads, so they had never really seen brains, let alone know what brains taste like.

Although Xia Mingdong knew about brains, he was limited to knowing what brains looked like and what its functions were, and he didn't know what it tasted like.

This kind of smell... Only if you have really killed someone, or killed a lot of people, you can only know it by cutting off the head.

One can imagine how many human beings Bai Kun has killed in cruel ways.

However, Bai Kun himself paid a huge price for this. The flesh-cutting in the last level should have left Bai Kun with lingering fears.

"I see." Xia Mingdong whispered, "You can leave."

Bai Kun frowned, "I gave you a clue, what will you do if you don't return me?"

Xia Mingdong felt sick all over his body, when he thought of Bai Kun killing so many people and smelling so many human brains, he wished to stay away from this person immediately, let alone reciprocate.

"Do you know?" Xia Mingdong asked coldly, "I didn't directly let you die in the checkpoint, I was already very kind."

Bai Kun: "...You humans don't treat eagles very well."

"Yes." Xia Mingdong nodded and admitted directly, "So this kind of racial conflict cannot be reconciled at all. I hope you can realize this, but I thank you for telling me these clues, which let me know more about this level."

Ning Ge said indifferently: "You can go."

While talking, he threw an item to Bai Kun as a thank you gift.

Bai Kun took this seemingly perfunctory defensive item, but he couldn't tell what mood he was in, so he got up and left.

The smell of the mist should be a very important clue, but those who haven't really experienced it will not know what it really looks like.

Only those who have been killed for a long time will know what it is like. This clue is piled up with blood.

A while after Bai Kun left, Xia Mingdong confirmed Ning Ge's safety and said in a low voice, "I probably know what the fog is about."

He smiled wryly, "Although I am also disgusted by the clues given by Bai Kun, I have to say that the clues given by Bai Kun made me guess a lot of things. If I am not wrong, the fog should be the five senses that were taken away from us." .”

"What the hell?!" Cen Heng almost jumped up, feeling that this statement was too creepy, "What are you talking about, fourth, you are saying that the mist is our five senses? No ghost story can compare to this."

"Brain, isn't it?" Xia Mingdong took a deep breath and said softly, "I've been thinking about how to take away the five senses. After hearing Bai Kun's words, I suddenly realized the way to take away the five senses. Just take away the corresponding neurons."

"The human brain has a very clear and definite division. Which neuron is responsible for which area can be very precise. Humans do not have a deep understanding of such a delicate part of the brain, but I believe that the technology of the trial world may know that the brain is very detailed and flexible. Clearly structured, taking away the corresponding neurons can take away our five senses."

The human brain is extremely sophisticated, and the understanding of the brain in the existing technology of human beings is still very shallow, and sometimes it is even impossible to see why human beings lose their memory.

But he believes that in such a place with multi-dimensional space, black holes and other technologies, the research on the brain must be deeper than that of humans, and it should not be difficult to quietly take away one of their five senses.

"Our goal now is to take back our five senses from the fog."

"Yes, but you just said that you want to use this ground to test the fog."

"Still testing." Xia Mingdong replied, "Just because we regained the five senses from the fog doesn't mean we won't continue to do things. This may be the reason why we can't destroy the fog. After all, there are all our five senses in the fog, and I can really destroy them." That would be bad, and some of us will never be able to use our five senses, but I'm curious if there is any chemical reaction between the fog and the thing under my feet."

"This level reminds us that the five senses can be taken, which means that we are encouraged to take other people's five senses. As we all know, what the garbage trial system advises us to do, we must do the opposite, and don't take other people's."

"Other people's five senses will always belong to those people, and they will never be as good as the original ones."

Cen Heng nodded, "I agree with this, but how do we find our five senses, and how do we bring them back?"

"Use blood." Xia Mingdong said, "This ground guides us, use blood."

"By the way..." He said while looking at Ning Ge with a changed face: "What are you going to do?"

"Do an experiment." Ninge cut his wrist without hesitation, dripping blood on the ground.

Xia Mingdong immediately used props to help Ning Ge heal, but it was too late, Ning Ge bled a little, and soon the ground became soft.

Xia Mingdong was very distressed, and asked with a frown, "Why did you do this, you have to save your energy."

"Go out within a day." Ning Ge replied: "The trend of the checkpoint time is constantly decreasing. The last checkpoint was two days, and this checkpoint is at most one day."

"So there is no need to save energy."

As he spoke, he used his invincible sword to dig directly into the ground.

This blood-greedy thing looks soft, but it is actually extremely hard. When Xia Mingdong was talking about something, Ning Ge was digging the "clods" with great effort.

The "soil clods" are very difficult to dig, and there will be strong resistance halfway through the digging. Even with Ning Ge's strength, it took a long time to dig out.

"It seems that this thing is really a living thing." Xia Mingdong stared at the soil dug out by them, saw the slowly healing appearance, and said: "Only living things can have such excellent self-healing ability, I don't believe it. This is not alive, probably some gigantic exile, maybe some gigantic exile body."

"However, this is also good news. We can always win against living creatures. We need to find the right props."

While talking, Xia Mingdong felt distressed and looked at the blood clot in Ning Ge's hand.

Ning Ge's expression remained normal, and he said, "I'll send it over, you see."

"I'm with you." Xia Mingdong stood up, "Let's walk over together, Cen Heng, you stay where you are, pay attention."

"Okay." Cen Heng nodded and replied: "We must pay attention, you be careful."

Xia Mingdong walked over with Ning Ge side by side, Ning Ge chose a place with few people, stood where he was, and cut the blood clot in half again.

Leaving the living creature's body, the blood clot seemed to lose its life and turned into a hard lump of soil. Although it was still difficult to cut, it didn't have the illusion of cutting a living creature like before.

It's a bit like... meat falling from a human body.

It's a nasty statement, but that's basically it.

Ning Ge cut a small piece and threw it into the mist.

The moment the soil clod was thrown in, the mist surged instantly, exuding a particularly unpleasant smell. Xia Mingdong was the closest, and he retched directly, but couldn't spit out anything.

Ning Ge supported Xia Mingdong to feel it carefully, and Xia Mingdong stared at the fog even when he vomited.

After the mist surged, countless phantoms appeared one after another. The phantoms flashed so fast that Xia Mingdong couldn't see them clearly.

After the phantom, there were waves in the fog again, one wave after another, it seemed that the fog in the main film was in a commotion.

At the end of the commotion, a hand seemed to reach out from the mist, completely crushing the thing Ninge had just thrown in.

Many trainees stood up instantly, staring at Xia Mingdong and the others, wondering what kind of clues they had obtained.

Looking at the scene not far away, Xia Mingdong suppressed the feeling of vomiting and said to Ning Ge: "I have an idea."

He whispered to Ninge how the mist evolved.

Ning Ge gave a soft "hmm" and replied, "Understood, let's go first."

But it seems difficult to go, because several testers have gathered around them wanting to know what they did.

The first to bear the brunt was Chu Jiu, who was third on the list, who was about the same level of talent as Xia Mingdong.

Chu Jiu closed his eyes and asked indifferently, "What did you do?"

The author has something to say:

a very outrageous experiment