Chapter 1976: The Pure Land of Mathematics (Thirty-two)
The suffering comes!
The "darkness" comes again, and the "young man" finds his new pain.
Under the order, Fu Qian's light could not be maintained for even three seconds, and alternative pain surged.
It is obviously different from "Purple Bliss", so that even if you have experience, it is still laborious to drive away this light and needs to be explored again.
But thinking about everything better means that there is another new type of painful experience.
Not to mention that you are fumbled quickly.
In the blink of an eye, the perception has been destroyed by pain again, and he is trapped in the self-created "black box", not knowing where the way out is.
But before, he still did not hesitate until he cut the new light into nothing.
It is not deliberately unwilling to follow the ordinary path, but there are not many chips available at present.
Any card, gravekeeper, etc., have a hundred years of understanding of this Pure Land. I have reason to believe that my opponent has been immersed in it. I will not think too short, and the information I have mastered is far from being Comparable to yourself.
The current ones that can be relied on are, except for the academic research results in daily life, and that is, as mentioned earlier, although the other party has seen through the nine levels of heaven, the actions must still follow the situation to a certain extent. The operating rules of the first heaven cannot be too dimensionally reduced.
For example, when I was in the City of Evil, I asked someone to kill me twice.
Or may you find the gravekeeper to build a coffin board for yourself through the higher level.
In short, if there are some rules that your opponent must follow, then gambling behavior against these rules is equivalent to widening the gap between the two sides, which is essentially beneficial to you.
So what seems irrational behavior is actually due to professional qualities.
Let's see if there is a matching reward.
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Pretty, severe pain.
And it is different from the previous two times, it is purely caused by physical pain.
In another long darkness, a moment new changes began to appear - good news.
And he made a good review before paying.
It's very simple, you can actually feel the body, which means another kind of pain is weakening.
As expected, just before paying, I savored it silently and even judged that the pain came from the navel position, the second kind of pain began to dissipate little by little.
And this time there are no more substitutes to fill, it is such a more natural way to dissipate very slowly.
Compared to a longer period of time, Fu Qian realized that he had slightly recovered his perception.
【san value minus 3】
And what greeted him immediately was a pleasant reminder.
It's really good. This time it seems that it is really the third level... Sure enough, I insisted on the truth.
The san value was deducted without saying a word. At that moment, Fu Qian was quite satisfied and opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding scene - why did it seem like it was a coffin, or even a water in it?
...
The warm liquid is like water and oil, viscous and clear.
Compared with the previous few times, the scene in front of you is undoubtedly a bit strange.
The first thing Fu Qian discovered was that his body seemed to be floating in something.
When looking closely, you can see that you are in a space that is even smaller than the coffin in front.
In contrast, the shape is more round, like an egg instead of edges and corners. The shell of the egg itself is translucent, and you can vaguely see a slight light outside, which shines in, making it seem like blood vessels are everywhere on it.
Most of the space inside the egg is filled with a kind of liquid, and almost all parts of myself except the head are immersed in it.
And this is not the most special thing. In addition to itself, there are dozens of tubes floating around in this liquid.
The first impression is like seaweed, but if you look closely, you will find that they are flesh and blood creatures like themselves and even insect eggs, but most of them have dried up.
And one is not that dry, holding it in his left hand, with the tip of it bright red, as if it had just been pulled out of the flesh and blood - it should have been pulled out.
I looked at the direction where the pain just came, and there was a peculiar structure with an interface shape at the navel.
Faced with this strange scene, Fu Qian, whose body feels gradually recovered, then pinched the things in his hand.
Yes, it should be the umbilical cord.
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It is not a coffin, but rather it is like a opposite concept, where it truly nurtures new life.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Fu Qian held the side with his empty hands and silently updated his judgment.
The inner wall of the egg is slippery and is as warm as the liquid in it.
Although there are still big differences in shape, this place undoubtedly looks like a uterus that breeds life.
What I hold in my hand is the umbilical cord that was pulled out.
Compared with the previous few days, this picture is a bit too curious.
It's a pity that the transparency of this container is still poor and you can't see the scene outside clearly.
Of course, it was not that I had gained nothing. Fu Qian had already seen the state of the umbilical cords clearly.
Nearly twenty, most of them dry out, just like the natural aging of newborns after birth, and even the degree of dryness can be clearly seen.
But even the most serious one is still closely connected to the inner wall.
In addition, there is even one that is rounder and fresher than in your own hands.
So what's going on?
Fu Qian reached out to grab it, compared it with the one in his left hand, and the interface at the navel position.
It looks even more suitable, could it be...
Fu Qian put the two umbilical cords together, and looked at the two liquids with slightly different colors that were seeping out from the tip. He thought about it and took a drop from the freshest one and sent it to his mouth to taste it.
tight, tight, tight... It is this taste, the original version of "bliss" I encountered.
But the impact force is too much worse, which should be the reason for the absorption method?
At one moment, Fu Qian seemed to see a familiar scene, but in just one breath, he escaped from the intoxication and then tasted another drop of it from another umbilical cord.
This taste is right...the actual situation looks a bit clear.
The umbilical cord does not seem to be just nutrients that maintain survival. It is delivering "joy" to itself in this more direct way, just like soaking your brain directly in dopamine.
The legendary chemical bliss? It's really a bit like déjà vu. This is the truth about heaven after death?
As for why there are so many umbilical cords?
Looking along their roots, you can find that although they are connected to the surrounding blood vessels, most of these blood vessels are also dry and have no direct connection with each other, but are just layer by layer. Superposition is like a water supply system that is constantly updated.
And I just seemed to have pulled out the latest system - and the second-new system.
So much so that the supply finally couldn't keep up and could not support myself in continuing to chemistry and bliss.