"Perhaps there is something wrong in some link. After all, there is no true god to support you now. Also... your state is also different."

Yuan Wuwei glanced at Deng Chun. The latter was tightly covered by a mask and cloak, and its edges blended with the dust and gray mist that filled the room. In terms of monsters and strangeness, it was more powerful than the three dark gold hangings in the room.

The head is not much inferior.

Fries looked around the room, looked at several hanging dark gold heads one by one, and finally gave a clear instruction: "Don't worry about these for now, go to the sterile tent to collect that one..."

After hesitating for a moment, he added: "Maybe it's just a nightmare?"

This is too much to say.

But knowing this, Deng Chun still felt a little relieved. Perhaps what he was looking forward to was the words like this and the reality they could anchor.

He breathed evenly and walked forward slowly.

In the sterile room, the moans intensified, and the man inside seemed to know who the most critical intruder was:

"Twenty-seven, twenty-seven..."

This is the call of the old father, and it is most likely a curse.

Deng Chun didn't stop. He directly opened the sterile curtain. Affected by his movements, the curtain and cloak fluttered around him, still connected with the dust, sand and gray fog, covering almost half of the rescue room in terms of senses.

In the environment where the cloak and the gray fog adhered to each other, inside the sterile tent, the ugly and strange jellyfish image was completely exposed.

Deng Chun vaguely heard Yuan Wuwei utter another dirty word.

His mood is relatively stable, ten times better than the first time he came here.

In front of him was still the mass of rotten flesh, and the almost completely transparent outer layer that resembled a jellyfish.

Without the restraint of the sterile tent, the more than ten curled up translucent thin tube tentacles relaxed and floated in the air. They wanted to stab Deng Chun, but they couldn't penetrate the barrier of the cloak and mask.

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Some of them also targeted the dark blue walkers behind them, but they also failed to gain any benefit. They were also caught by the fire of the pattern and shrank back twitchingly.

After repeated attempts without success, the rotten flesh jellyfish showed unprecedented weakness.

Maybe it has never been powerful. In the final analysis, it is just a tool created by the really strong people for specific links.

Maybe if it stays in that specific link for a long time, it will complete its transformation and escape the fate of being a chicken, dog, and tool... But now, it has no chance!

After thinking about this, Deng Chun suddenly paused again.

Is there really no chance?

Can dreams and reality really interfere with the correspondence?

No matter what, at the moment, in the time and space environment he is in, the cloak around him is windless and automatic, forming a deep and dark curtain, slowly falling, and it feels like it is imprisoning and swallowing the jellyfish.

On the operating table, the jellyfish's convulsions became more violent, as if it had a strong emotional reaction. The arrangement of the facial features could not be seen clearly in the jellyfish-like shell, but the rotten flesh inside was being kneaded and pieced together, and finally formed a barely familiar picture.

of old faces:

Deng Yunwei.

He only had a head, which was not even as good as the hanging sons. There was almost no skull, only the brain structure soaked in the dark gold fluid, and a few facial muscles that were barely hanging.

He...it seemed to still want to communicate, and its almost hollow mouth was spitting out bubbles and noises.

But in the end, nothing was said.

The curtain dropped completely, hiding the ugliness on the operating table.

It was also at this moment that behind him, there were three consecutive crashes that were almost mixed together - the three suspended dark gold heads lost their only power and fell to the floor.

Deng Chun did not turn around to confirm, he was a little confused.

On the one hand, it was due to the agitated but still chaotic emotions; on the other hand, it was the huge flow of information passing through every corner of his brain, body and even spirit.

This side is covered with rotten flesh jellyfish, and on Baifengjun's side, it seems that there are many strips pulled by invisible forces, exposing more and deeper details. At this moment, the veins mapped inside the curtain cloak are somewhat

Suddenly it became a lot more specific.

These are all presented through the transmission of information flow.

Deng Chun can probably guess what the current situation is - under someone's not-so-neutral position, Hundun (the commissioned version) is analyzing and devouring Hundun (the seizing body version). To figure out the so-called

The foundation and route on which the 'seize the home' plan relies.

This is a long process - "long" is not a word to describe it. After all, one end of them is in Bancheng and the other end is in Hucheng.

It's a distance of two thousand kilometers.

But why is the corresponding exchange of energy information so smooth and natural?

Some things cannot be thought about in detail. If you have to think about them carefully, there will always be some absurd fragments that break common sense.

Deng Chun also had to find some reasons:

Oh, this is the "logical world" constructed by the one.

This is the "peripheral experience area" that buffers the cave and the fog maze.

This is a dream...
Chapter completed!