You call this the mastermind?

The space inside the sarcophagus is not big, and it can only barely accommodate the white jade skeleton itself. If you force a Melen in, it will be very crowded.

Normally, Melen would not choose to lie down in it, but considering that the process of meditation and spiritual communication takes a long time, and his reaction during this period will be much slower than usual, so Melen simply hides in the coffin.

In this way, if something unusual really happens around him, he still has a layer of protection.

On the other hand, it is also because Melen did not feel the danger from the skeleton, or in other words, compared with the space outside, he feels that the place where the skeleton stays is safer.

However, it is not comfortable to squeeze in a narrow place with it, especially the opponent's bones are very hard. When facing each other sideways, its chest ribs are like iron railings supporting Melen's elbows, which is really painful.

The skeleton itself did not resist this behavior at all. Of course, it couldn't resist it. Melen could vaguely feel its curiosity and puzzlement about this, and it seemed to be confused about what it was doing.

But it couldn't speak at all, let alone ask, and couldn't even move. It could only "watch" Melen and let him do whatever he wanted.

So, after getting into position, Melen followed the specific visualization method he had seen during the day, closed his eyes, and began to outline the specific appearance, breath, touch, etc. of the skeleton in his mind.

This process was not smooth, because there would always be some missing things, after all, he couldn't remember all the bones and structures of the skeleton at a glance.

After repeating the experiment and opening his eyes to observe for countless times, Melen was able to clearly "build" the skeleton itself in his mind.

And the subsequent breath and touch were more like giving the scene in his mind its soul. It felt simple, but it was actually very difficult.

However, although the progress was slow, it did not stop after all.

Gradually, as time passed, the fake skeleton in his mind seemed to come alive, and began to move from the finger bones.

However, it was after this happened that a feeling of coldness suddenly came.

Along with it, there was a smell of earth floating into the nose.

The external environment had obviously changed, so Melen could not take care of outlining the skeleton in his mind, and opened his eyes vigilantly.

Then he was surprised to find that he was lying in a place covered with ice and snow!

There were light snowflakes floating in the sky, landing on the ground, as if covering the land with a layer of snow-white carpet woven with silver threads. Melen was lying on the edge of the "carpet" at the bank next to a river.

There was nothing around, not to mention the sarcophagus and the skeleton, there was not even a trace of man-made things, a natural scene.

"What's going on?"

He was a little confused, and a word flashed subconsciously in his mind - hallucination.

But it didn't seem like it, because whether it was the cold snowflakes floating in the sky or the hard touch of the ground under him, they were all vivid as if they were real environments.

At the same time, the cold air breathed in his nasal cavity aroused goose bumps all over his body.

But it was also because of this that Melen realized that no matter where this place was, it was not real.

Because his current body is not his real body, and his real body has long been resistant to cold due to practicing breathing techniques. Although the surroundings are cold, it is not cold enough to make him react.

Melen then stood up and began to explore around.

Then he found more and more special things.

For example, a piece of unknown species of trees by the river has a light golden bark, and the broken dead branches on it are as hard as metal.

The black mud under his feet seems to be nothing, but if you dig a little deeper, you can find some dark blue small particles hidden in the soil. I don’t know what they are.     The river is even weirder. When he squatted down and observed carefully, Melen could faintly perceive a strange emotion from the rushing torrent. It’s hard to explain, and the river seems to have consciousness.

But this consciousness seems to be very small, so much so that Melen is not sure if it is an illusion.

So he began to go upstream and search continuously according to this feeling.

Time keeps passing.

The snowflakes in the sky were floating and falling on him, gradually turning him into a snowman. The surrounding forests and the earth were covered in white. Except for the sound of the flowing river, there were no birds singing, no human voices, and it was silent, as if it was a dead place.

But it also made Melen more and more confused, whether this place was fake or real.

Or, except for himself, everything around was real?

There were more and more doubts, but no one told him the answer.

Until he saw two figures running and playing by the river from a distance.

The distance was too far, Melen could not see the appearance of the two people, and could only roughly distinguish that they were two women.

This surprised him a little, but he couldn't wait to go over and ask about the situation.

However, after rushing for a while, his face became a little strange, and his steps slowed down.

"It's snowing heavily, and you're standing outside without anything on..."

He hesitated a little bit whether to go over, but before Mellen could make a decision, one of the women with her hands on her hips looking at the river spotted him. After a moment's pause, she unconsciously let out a pleasant scream.

This cry caused another woman squatting next to her to turn around and look over.

Then, after a few seconds of silence, the two strange women got up and ran away in a panic.

Watching their backs disappear from sight, Melen did not react.

After a pause, he walked to their original position and looked down. A small snowman mixed with mud was quietly placed by the river. It was obviously not finished and looked a bit ugly.

This was obviously what the squatting woman was doing before.

But...

"Why do I look like I met two female savages?"

After taking a closer look at the image style of the snowman, Melen frowned slightly.

Following the route of the two escaped before, after entering a forest, more details made him more suspicious of this possibility.

Whether it was the graffiti on the roadside or some decorations piled up in the open space of the forest, they all had a "barbaric" style.

However, when he followed the forest path and came to a simple "shack" built of branches, what he saw slightly broke his previous guess.

Because he saw the two women again, and they were both wearing clothes.

However, what made Melen couldn't help but doubt was that the clothes were exactly the same as the St. Grant Castle student uniform he was wearing at the moment.