Chapter 313: another world
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The space inside the sarcophagus is not large, and it can only accommodate the white jade skeleton itself. If a Merron is forced into it, it will be very crowded.
Normally, Meren would not choose to lie in, but considering that the process of meditation and channeling would take a long time, and his reaction would be much slower than usual, so Meren simply hid in the coffin. .
In this way, if something really happened around him, he would still have a layer of protection.
On the other hand, it was also because Merron didn't feel any danger from this skeleton, or, in other words, compared to the outside space, he felt that the place where the skeleton stayed was safer.
However, it was actually not pleasant to squeeze into a narrow place with it, especially since the other party's bones were very hard. When he turned to face each other, his sternum ribs were propped up against Melen's elbows like iron railings, and it was painful.
The skeleton itself did not resist this behavior in the slightest. Of course, it couldn't resist it either. Mellen could faintly feel its curiosity and wonder about it, and it seemed that he couldn't figure out what it was going to do.
It's just that it can't speak at all, let alone ask, it can't even move, it can only "stand helplessly" looking at Melun and let him do what he does.
So, after posing, Merron closed his eyes according to the specific visualization method he had seen during the day, and began to outline the specific appearance, breath, touch and so on of the skeleton in his mind.
This process is not smooth, because there will always be a lack of this and that, after all, it is impossible for him to remember all the bones and structures of the skeleton at a glance.
After repeating the experiment and opening his eyes to observe it for an unknown number of times, Melon was able to clearly "build" the skeleton itself in his mind.
As for the subsequent breath and touch, it is more like giving the image in the mind its soul. It feels very simple, but it is actually very difficult.
Although progress was slow, it did not stop.
Gradually, with the passage of time, the fake bones in his mind seemed to come alive, starting to move from the bones of his fingers.
However, it was after this happened that a cold feeling suddenly struck.
Accompanying it, there was an earthy smell wafting into the nose.
The external environment had obviously changed, so Merron couldn't care less about sketching the skeleton in his mind, and hurriedly opened his eyes vigilantly.
Then he was shocked to find that he was lying in an ice and snow place!
Faint snowflakes drifted in the sky and landed on the ground, as if the land was covered with a snow-white carpet woven with silver silk. Merron was lying on the edge of the "carpet" at the moment, on the bank next to a river.
The surroundings were completely empty, not to mention the sarcophagus and skeletons, there was not even the slightest trace of man-made, a natural scene.
"What's going on here?"
He was a little confused because of this, and a word flashed in his mind subconsciously - hallucination.
But it's not like that, because whether it's the cold snowflakes floating in the sky or the hard touch of the ground below, they are all lifelike as if they were the real environment.
At the same time, the cold air he breathed in his nose caused goosebumps all over his body.
But it is precisely because of this that Merron realizes that no matter where it is, it does not really exist.
Because his current body is not a real body, and his real body has long been resistant to cold because of practicing breathing techniques. Although the surrounding is cold, it is not cold enough to make him react.
Merron got up and started exploring.
Then he discovered more and more special things.
For example, an unknown type of tree by the river has a faint golden bark, and the dead branches above are broken, the color is like metal, and it is very hard.
The black soil under his feet seemed to be nothing, but when he dug a little, he could find some dark blue particles hidden in the soil. I didn't know what it was.
The river was even weirder. When he squatted down and observed it carefully, Meren could faintly perceive a strange emotion from the rushing torrent.
It's just that this awareness seems to be very small, and even Mellon is not sure if this is an illusion.
As a result, he began to swim upstream, and continued to search for it according to this feeling.
Time goes by.
The snowflakes in the sky have been floating and falling on his body, gradually dyeing him into a snowman. The surrounding forests and the earth are covered in silver. Except for the sound of the river flowing, there is no bird song, no human voice, and it is silent, like a dead place. .
But it also made Merron more and more unclear whether it was fake or real.
Or is everything around you real except yourself?
There are more and more doubts, but no one has the answer.
Until he saw two figures running and playful by the river in the distance.
The distance is too far, and Melon can't see the appearance of the two people, and can only roughly distinguish between two women.
This made him a little surprised, but he couldn't wait more and wanted to go over and ask about the situation.
However, after rushing for a while, his face became a little weird, and his footsteps also eased.
"On this snowy day, I actually stayed outside wearing nothing..."
He was a little hesitant about whether to go over, but then he didn't use Merron to make a decision. One of the women who looked at the river with his hands on his hips found him. After a moment of stunned, he unconsciously let out a pleasant exclamation.
The cry made another woman squatting beside her, who didn't know what she was doing, also turned her head and looked over.
Then, after a few seconds of silence, the two strange women got up in a panic and ran away.
Watching their backs disappear into view, Meren didn't react at all.
After a pause, he walked to their original position and looked down, a little snowman mixed with mud was quietly placed by the river at the moment, obviously unfinished and looked a bit ugly.
This is obviously what the squatting woman was doing before.
only…
"Why do you seem to have met two female savages?"
After carefully looking at the image style of the snowman, Melun frowned slightly.
Following the escape route of the previous two and entering a forest, more details made him more and more suspicious of this possibility.
Whether it is the graffiti on the side of the road or some decorations piled up in the woods, they all have a "savage" style.
However, when he followed the forest path and came to a simple "shack" built from branches, what he saw slightly broke his previous guess.
Because he saw the two women again, and they were both wearing clothes.
However, what Melon couldn't help but doubt was that this dress was exactly the same as the St. Grant's Fort student uniform he was wearing at this time.
(End of this chapter)