I rely on tricks to cultivate my longevity

Chapter 9 Epilepsy

Lin Xixue hid behind Bai Qing, and naturally heard Bai Qing's faint tongue-tattling sound.

It seems that although Bai Qing is a disciple of the Righteous Immortal Sect, she has no patience with mortals, and she is obviously unwilling to communicate with these slaves if she calls the corpse puppets.

Lin Xixue blew the insect control whistle, the sharp and piercing sound echoed in the cave, and a burly, thorny creature rushed towards it.

The slaves surrounding the two immediately scattered and fled, making way for a passage.

The corpse puppet came striding forward and stood still in front of the two of them.

Seeing the sudden stop of the corpse puppet, Lin Xixue suddenly felt a little strange.

From running to stopping, ordinary people always have to take two steps forward because of inertia, and there is no reason to stop at the same place immediately.But the corpse puppet stopped instantly, and stood straight on the spot, as if its feet had grown on the ground, unaffected by inertia.

"What are you doing in a daze, let the worm puppet get down?" Bai Qing urged from the side.

Lin Xixue almost instinctively blew a few tunes according to a specific rhythm, and the corpse puppet lay down.

But to her horror, the few syllables commanding the puppet to lie down were not among the few syllables that Hong Yanzi blew.

Like the supernatural power of "flying to the sky and escaping from the ground", it appeared in my mind inexplicably.

She suddenly felt a little unspeakable irritability.

In her previous life, she was a person who valued privacy. She used a pseudonym and a virtual number to browse a certain online shopping software and order food.

But let alone privacy now, the memory of the whole person seems to be deleted, added, and tampered with by an unknown force.

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Lin Xixue suddenly thought of an extremely terrifying possibility.

If one's own memory can be shaped at will, how can one be sure that one's current memory is real?

Indeed, when Hong Yanzi tampered with his memory with Dongyou Daigo, the golden finger appeared in time to stop the process.

But what if this memory was also falsified by Hong Yanzi?

She suddenly thought of a famous thought experiment in her previous life - a brain in a vat.

If a person's memory can be falsified at will, then naturally such a memory can also be shaped - you think the falsification of your memory has failed.

I think it was Goldfinger who prevented the memory from being tampered with, but assuming that Goldfinger is all fabricated memories.

Or to put it further, am I really a time traveler?

That's right, I have memories, family members, teachers, and classmates from previous lives. But these people only exist in my memory, and I have no way to prove that these people really exist?

What if these memories are also fictional?

The moment she had this idea, she felt her heart hurt again.

She could clearly feel the beating of her heart start to accelerate, hitting her ribs one after another.

severe tinnitus
"Didi. Dididi."

Some harsh instrumental sound grew louder and faster.

"Doctor Zhang!!!"

There was a hoarse cry, like a middle-aged woman.

"Xiaoxue, mom is here! You hold on, you must hold on."

It's a very familiar voice, I feel like I've heard it before.
Where are you listening?

Lin Xixue couldn't remember anymore.

"The patient's condition deteriorated suddenly. Iodamine was injected intravenously."

The cold feeling extends all the way up the wrist, straight to the Lingtai.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw Bai Qing holding her wrist with a complicated look on her face.

The faint blue brilliance flowed between Bai Qing's fingers like a veil, and slowly merged into Lin Xixue's body.

Lin Xixue's heart rate gradually calmed down, and her consciousness gradually became clearer.

"Let's go to Danfang."

Bai Qing let go of Lin Xixue's wrist, turned around, stepped on the corpse puppet's shoulder, and jumped onto its back.

Lin Xixue closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Confusion, only endless confusion.

If memories can really be tampered with, she doesn't know how to judge what is true and what is false.

The memory of the previous life can be fake, the time travel can also be fake, and the cheating finger can even be fake.

If everything can be fake, then what's the point of what I'm doing now?
she does not know.

She tried to find a reason to comfort herself not to think about these things, but she couldn't.

All kinds of confusion lingered in her mind like gangrene.

The grayness between Lin Xixue's brows grew stronger.

She followed absent-mindedly, blew a few whistles, and the corpse puppet stood on all fours and jumped up suddenly.

When flying to the highest point, its joints twisted and plunged into the rock wall in a nearly vertical direction.The hard stone is as fragile as tofu in front of the corpse puppet's sharp claws.

Jumping continuously between the stone walls, he quickly returned to the top of the cliff.

Lin Xixue led the way, and the two walked to the alchemy room.

Bai Qing activated the restraint, fixed Lin Xixue in place, and cautiously entered the alchemy room with two swords.

After confirming that there was no danger in Dan's room, she released her restraint.

Lin Xixue walked into the alchemy room and sat slumped at the base of the wall.

She was too tired, whether it was mentally or physically, she felt tired like never before.

She just wants to rest now.

Bai Qing squatted down, touched the dried blood stains in the middle of the pharmacy with her fingers, opened the medicine pot that had been boiled for a long time, and smelled the medicine residue.Then he got into the medicine rack and walked back and forth, inspecting it carefully.

Finally, she raised her head and looked around the ceiling of Dan room, gesticulating with her hands from time to time.

As if she had determined her position, she flew up into the air and headed straight for the corner of the ceiling. Her back seemed to be magnetically attached to the corner of the ceiling.

This corner is backed by the entrance, and there are medicine racks to block the view. It is indeed the best place for a sneak attack.

She held the sword in a posture, tapped her toes lightly, and her whole body flew towards the pool of blood like an arrow flying from the string.

The two swords danced wildly, like a blooming lotus, cutting the air with a "chi chi" sound.

She nodded in satisfaction, took out a few formation flags, nailed them into the corners of the ceiling she had chosen, and took out a yellow talisman with unknown function to stick it on the bottom of the medicine pot.

Lin Xixue quickly understood Bai Qing's plan.

Presumably, he wanted to activate the magic talisman while Hong Yanzi was holding a medicine pot to pour medicine into someone, and then attacked him from behind to subdue him instantly.

This plan is indeed feasible, but Lin Xixue is not happy.

According to her thinking, she should let Bai Qing and Hong Yanzi fight back and forth, so that she can wait for the opportunity to survive.

But is there really any value in trying to figure it out for yourself and trying to survive?

If all my memories are manipulated and shaped, then what else is true?

When Lin Xixue had this question, a flash of understanding flashed in her mind, and she felt as if she had grasped some key point.

If all memory is false, what is true?

At this moment, there is a subject who is thinking and doubting.

Even if the memory is false and the feelings are false, there must be an objectively existing entity that can receive these false information, think about and process these false information.

Therefore, as the subject of receiving information, I must exist objectively.

Since I am real, it doesn't really matter if the memory is fake or not.

After all, as long as I am a real entity, as long as I live, I can eat, play, sleep, and have happy experiences, so what does it matter if the memory is true or false?

After thinking about this point, Lin Xixue felt relieved.

The void evolved again, and in the boundless darkness, the bluish-white jade bottle reappeared.
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