Oracle [Transmigration Book]

The first essence of the executor's code of conduct: Never let the owner of the sea of ​​consciousness discover the existence of outsiders.

1 people have 1 seas of consciousness and [-] strange shapes.When encountering a strange sea of ​​consciousness world, the most important thing is to keep calm and follow the logic of the world to make yourself strange, so that you can integrate into all kinds of worlds without making yourself appear too abrupt.

This is the first lesson in executive training.

But Song Si has not received relevant training, and he forgot all about it.

He walked among the densely packed tombstones, all his heads were turned upwards, his black and white pupils were rolling around, and the fleshy tentacles at the incision on his neck were wriggling, rotating with his movement, and some even stretched out the tentacles vigorously. Long, trying to touch Song Si's body.

The tentacle was filled with sticky liquid, and as soon as it touched his body, it stuck out the suction cup to suck it firmly, desperately trying to drill into the skin.Song Si walked quickly past the tombstone, unable to leave the tombstone's head, had to be torn off the sucker unwillingly, leaving a blood-oozing dot.

Song Si covered his arm that had been sucked out of blood, and two words came to his mind: nourishment.

He is the nourishment, they are the nourishment, they all support some kind of unknown creature in this strange world of the sea of ​​consciousness, maybe even the owner of the sea of ​​consciousness has become one of the nourishment.

The heads on the tombstone seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and the desolate crying gradually stopped. The heads once again stretched their lips to the ears, making a strange sound of crying and laughing, bending their necks harder and harder , cheered and cheered for Song Si to guide the way.

The surrounding tombstones gradually became sparse, and the weeds also slowly disappeared, revealing the original ground: deep red, with fine lines, gently undulating rhythmically as if breathing, as if swallowed by an animal. into the body, stepping on the surface skin of its internal organs.

Song Si's footsteps fell, and the ground limply followed and subsided, and then he held up his legs greedily, wriggling and rubbing against the soles of his feet.A strong sense of nausea welled up in my heart, even surpassing when I saw countless heads.

The more he walked inward, the softer the ground under his feet, and the deeper he sank with each step, and mucus was secreted from the "ground", which wet his trouser legs and part of his ankles.Walking to the back seemed to be stepping on the ground after a blizzard. The "snow" was knee-deep, and the "land" wriggled and licked his skin and bones.

On the last tombstone that guides the way, there is no head.

It was an empty tombstone, and it seemed that there was no time to engrave the epitaph. Song Si was tired from walking, and "Land" was squirming against his legs disgustingly. sit down.

There was only crimson "land" left around, and countless densely packed heads stood in the distance, still staring at the newcomers motionlessly, without giving any directions.

There is no master of the sea of ​​consciousness, and there is no Chu Mingyi.

Song Si patted the stele under him, remembered the epitaph, bent down, and began to write on the stele.

The material of the tombstone is very soft, and scratches can be left with a fingernail.

"There is a kind, hard-working, poor man who was unfortunately defeated in the battle of fate buried here."

After Song Si carved the last stroke, he reached out to wipe the dust on the surface, and all the heads began to cry again. The sound of crying was carried by the sound of the wind, like duckweed on the stormy sea. After listening to it for a long time, people feel fragile sadness and pity.

Song Si was about to get up after wiping the dust, when he accidentally caught sight of two pairs of indifferent eyes.

His heartbeat suddenly missed two beats, and he froze on the tombstone while maintaining this movement.The pair of eyes on the right started to move first, the pupils looked up and down Song Si, and there was a little smile in the corner of the eyes.Then the eyes on the left raised up angrily, and a voice said, "I will cut off his head."

It's Zhu Hongjia's voice!

Another younger, softer voice said, "No, don't you remember? He is you, you when you were young, and you are as pure as a piece of white paper."

The sound of rapid breathing sounded, as if some kind of wild beast was about to attack, floating in Song Si's ears, with uncontrollable fear and anger.Soon, two almost identical faces emerged from the crimson "land", a little bit concretized and three-dimensional, and turned into two connected heads, and then stretched out countless intertwined tentacles from the common neck , connecting the head and the ground, slowly shaping a tall and ugly humanoid body.

It has humanoid limbs, a pair of deformed fleshy wings on its back, its whole body is bright red, and its lower body is still connected to the "land".This "person" held an ax in his left hand, the head on the left looked gloomy, and the head on the right was smiling, turning around at the same time and staring at Song Si.

Song Si's heart beat into his throat, and he sensed it—the head on the right is Chu Mingyi!

They smelled the same kind of breath in each other, but they only took a quick look. Song Si was afraid that the master of this world would find something unusual, so he quickly looked away.

Countless thoughts quickly flew through his mind: Why is Chu Mingyi in the same body as the master of the sea of ​​consciousness?This sea of ​​consciousness is so weird, did a terrible battle happen before he jumped in?Now that he is the executor, how should he bring Chu Mingyi out together?

As it stands, at least one thing is clear:

To leave the sea of ​​consciousness, one must separate Chu Mingyi from this "Zhu Hongjia".

"He?" The head on the left uttered a word coldly, then changed his tone in a short time, and continued in a soft and weird voice: "It's me, you and I, we will always be together, we will never be separated, even if life And death is me, just me, I'm your only one."

It turned its head away, and instead of looking at Song Si, it stared at the head next to it that resembled itself: "Him? What is it?"

The smile on the corner of Chu Mingyi's mouth widened, he looked tenderly at the newly engraved words on the tombstone, and read in a low voice: "There is buried here a kind, hard-working, unfortunate person in the battle of fate..."

"Shut up!" The head on the left suddenly roared loudly, "You are a coward! You are a useless, lazy, self-defeating piece of shit! A deserter!"

Red blood seeped out from the eye sockets of the head. It twisted its head ferociously to the limit, opened its mouth full of fangs, and seemed to swallow the head on the right in one gulp.

Song Si opened his mouth and called out, "Brother."

The screen is paused.

The fangs were about to touch Chu Mingyi's forehead, but it stopped being furious, and its pupils turned a little bit, looking at Song Si on the tombstone.

Song Si stood up from the tombstone, faced them face to face, and called out again: "Brother."

Chu Mingyi raised the corners of his mouth and squinted his eyes, and said, "Xiao Jia, look, I took the medicine you gave me and became your nourishment."

Scary blue veins began to spread from the temple on the left side of the skull, like a wall that was constantly cracking, and soon spread all over its entire face.Something began to squirm under the veins, and the heads on the tombstone in the distance began to scream in unison. This deformed humanoid body expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it became a giant more than three meters high.

Its voice was wet and vague, and the anger was gradually replaced by panic: "It's not me, it's not me, who are you? You're talking nonsense, I'm going to plant seedlings in your brain, I'm going to cut off your head, It's not me, I didn't mean it, I don't know, that medicine..."

Seedlings, nourishment, unintentional drugs in the brain...?

Most of the head of "Zhu Hongni" that Chu Ming wanted was swallowed up, revealing the dense tentacles inside.Sensing something, Song Si stretched out his hand towards where they were. Chu Mingyi's tentacles rushed over quickly, entangled his arm tightly, and with the help of his strength, he broke away from the body at an extremely fast speed, and the last Half of his head was attached to Song Si's shoulder.

The huge body stopped, and Zhu Hongjia lowered her head, looking at the people and heads on the tombstone.

The two heads became one, and the escaped wound on the neck was bleeding continuously.

Zhu Hongjia's facial features were completely distorted. He raised the huge ax in his hand high, roared angrily and desperately: "Betrayer!", and then swung the giant ax towards them.Song Si grabbed half of Chu Mingyi's head, closed his eyes, and prepared to pull away——

Half of the head climbed onto Song Si's shoulder with tentacles, kissed Song Si's side face with only half of his lips, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Jia, I hurt so much, don't hurt me."

Song Si opened his eyes in surprise, the giant ax was about to fall on top of their heads, Zhu Hongjia trembled, his huge body melted into a blood-red liquid and dripped to the ground like a candle thrown into the flame.

The dripping solution seemed to be highly corrosive, corroding a large hole in the ground, revealing the dark world in the sea of ​​consciousness. That world seemed to sense something, and faintly revealed a little bit of light, echoing their world.

At the same time, all the tombstones disappeared, and the boundless and endless darkness quickly surrounded and suppressed. Song Si's expression changed, and he said: "No, Zhu Hongjia is about to die! Chu Mingyi, prepare to leave!"

He closed his eyes again, the twin butterflies in his brain seemed to have been impatiently waiting, and roughly cut off the connection between them and the sea of ​​consciousness——

At the last moment when the connection was disconnected, Chu Mingyi suddenly let go of Song Si's hand, and jumped into the world of the deeper sea of ​​consciousness.

……

Song Si opened his eyes.

The bright artificial light stung his eyes. He blinked away his tears vigorously, and heard his colleagues eagerly asking: "How is it?" "The instrument stopped!"

Song Si sat up straight suddenly, tore off the conductive stickers on his temples, and turned to look at Chu Mingyi next to him.

Chu Mingyi still closed his eyes and sat quietly in the chair.

And Zhu Hongjia on the hospital bed has shown brain death.

Song Si's hands trembled, and he covered his face hard.Xu Xinxin was so anxious that she couldn't help holding his shoulder tightly: "Si Si, what's the matter?"

Song Si squeezed out a little sound from his throat, and said with self-reproach: "He has entered...a deeper sea of ​​consciousness."

The author has something to say:

Happy Tanabata!This chapter is very appropriate, I love to the death and refuse to let go! (you sure?

And today I experienced the feeling of being nurtured www