Apocalyptic Forecast

"The first step in controlling the sacred mark is to completely converge the power brought by the liberator's dust. The last three of your knockouts, more than half of the power was wasted by you."

The crow stood at the table and stared at him: "Remember the sublimators you have seen? The most obvious ones are the weak chickens. The more parts of the beast, the more control he has. The weaker it is, even if it looks majestic, it's just the same thing.

The sacred mark is not independent, it is a part of you, you are the sacred mark, the sacred mark is you. You are going to control this miracle and integrate it with you! "

"But I can't control it."

Huai Shi spread his hands in frustration, and as the flames on his arms restrained, the source fire full of ash robbed from his palm, more than two feet high.

This is a very good attack.

It looks cool, but it doesn't play any restraining role at all.

"First of all, you need to calm down and feel calm."

Crow suggested: "Try meditation first, haven't you been successful in meditation training?"

Huai Shi got up, carried the piano box from upstairs, and after carefully condensing the flame, he heard the fine sound just after picking up the bow. He used too much force and was about to crush the bow.

He tried to relax, and the bow fell to the ground from his hand. But when it was tightened subconsciously, the bow fell into two pieces, and even the fingerboard of the neck cracked a gap.

Get.

Fortunately, there is a spare bow at home.

This time Huaishi was careful and careful, and finally did not crush, but when he tried to play, he found that he couldn't calm down.

It's burning in five.

Under the violent riot of ash, he was upset, and various unpleasant scenes flashed in his brain, and the sounds he pulled out became sharp and harsh.

He even began to wonder if meditation was useful.

"Insufficient concentration." The crow sighed. "Do you know the training method of Amber?"

"Ok?"

"In Yingzhou, the samurai would combine the meditation of the monks to carry out spiritual exercise, with the intention of comprehending the so-called Ye Yin. In the final analysis, he was putting himself into an absolute state of calm. At the end, there was a practice called 'Dagger Zen' It's the same as you do now. "

The crow said slowly: "You can indulge, but be reserved, you can be fanatical, but you can't cross the border ... you have a miracle, not a miracle has you.

Otherwise, if you indulge in this way, sooner or later, you will be assimilated by the high-level sacred mark and become a walking dead. "

"I understand."

Huai Shi gritted his teeth and tried hard to discard the chaotic thoughts that filled his consciousness, and wanted to devote himself to the sound of the piano. But even after so many years of habit, the sound of the piano pulled out is still intermittent.

He has never been able to invest in it.

Until the crow whispered in his ear: "You think about it, every ten minutes you delay, you will burn ten thousand ..."

In a flash, the piano sounded melodiously.

Huai Shi, the heart is like water!

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This is definitely the most painful day for Huai Shi La Qin.

It lasted until more than nine o'clock in the evening, after wasting the four liberators' dust, he finally finally converged the source fire in a meditation state to a slightly acceptable range.

The duration of the special state brought by the dust of the liberator has been extended by a third to 15 minutes.

Under the low power consumption state, Huai Shi felt like he was suffocating, but he kept awake and endured the huge pressure from the body.

"If you continue to train like this, you can see initial results after more than a month."

The crow nodded, and finally let him go to dinner.

Uncle Fang seemed to pinch a point, and when he sat at the dining table, he presented a dazzling dinner, and then stood proudly watching Huai Shi's gluttonous mouth.

Huaixi looked up at him blankly, "Aren't you eating together, Uncle?"

"There is a problem with Master Labor, and I have already eaten it."

Uncle Fang patted his chest and said quite proudly: "In a few minutes, the hot water will be ready. Later, you can go take a shower, and change the clothes in the bathroom basket."

Everything is arranged clearly.

Huaixi shook his head, "No need to change, I plan to train for a while at night, and it will be sweaty if I change."

"No, it's not too late, just come here today. If you are still interested in the evening, we have another program."

The crow bowed his head, swallowed a snail that was a full circle larger than his head, and breathed out a sigh of relief, exclaiming: "Excellent craftsmanship."

The uncle smiled happily, stooped down to signal that they would slow down, and left silently.

"Ah, I always feel overwhelmed."

Huaixi scratched his head: "He is an old man who does so much work every day, and his conscience is owed."

"You can save it."

Crow glanced at him: "He is now the incarnation of the stone pith pavilion. Don't judge him by human standards. Maintaining here is as simple as eating and drinking every day. It's as hard as you think.

If you really want to thank him, hurry up, and then go down to the border to find some good materials and come back to repair it. The maintenance of the spirit coffin is an astronomical figure, you have to be a little urgency and psychological preparation. "

"I understand."

Huaishi nodded, finished the meal with two or two, took a short break to take a shower, leaned back on the sofa in pajamas, and didn't want to move with a salty fish on his face.

"What show are you talking about at night?"

"Don't you just talk about the border?"

The crow waved its wings, the book of destiny flew out, the pages turned quickly, and it was finally fixed on the last fragment of the red glove record.

"Today, let you see for yourself what the border and **** are."

Things fall like branches.

Huai Shi closed his eyes and darkened his eyes skillfully.

Like countless times in the past, I felt that I was gradually fragmented, spreading like an invisible gas and rain, and slowly integrated into the records of the book of destiny.

Once again, became a red glove.

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When I opened my eyes for the first time, what I saw was the life of adhesion between blood and flesh, what was called an embryo, and what I called an embryo.

In the cold warehouse, countless embryos suspended in petri dishes lined up and spread to the end of sight. Life is like a fry sleeping in countless fish tanks.

Waiting for maturity.

...

When I opened my eyes for the second time, I saw the cradle of steel and the white-clothes' caregiver. They smelled of disinfectant and changed their faceless diapers and breast-feeding.

Immediately after, there were countless broken fragments.

It seems that the process of growing up is omitted, and all that remains in memory is injection, examination, and daily loyalty education.

The rest is not forgotten, but deliberately truncated, not allowed to exist.

Erase it.

The whole process is like the production on the assembly line. The checkpoints are continuously processed, and the qualified passes and the unqualified destruction.

Before the age of seventeen, hand over consciousness to the priest, the zealous mentors kept the loyalty in their minds, dedicated their bodies to the motherland, and the ruthless instructors kept adding similar fighting techniques and instincts .

Finally, from the number more than ten times, we selected 470 finished products called perfect people.

Only these glimpses of glimmering light are enough to make Huai Shi feel fear and disgust from the heart.

Life is like a product, being fiddled with the palm of one hand, growing in the direction of the plan, and evaluating various indicators and even fertility in a cold inspection.

Those who pass will pass and those who fail will be destroyed.

If you go along the assembly line and pass a series of tests, one by one is difficult.

Finally, in the seventeenth year of birth, the final trial was ushered in.

"Today, you will usher in the final test, and will also judge your efforts over the past seventeen years, and the qualified person will become a citizen who is proud of Rome after sublimation."

The smiling scholars stood next to a huge machine, sending blessings and goodbyes to the students who were tested, the priests anointed with holy oil, the mentors were encouraged, and the instructors seriously told.

The whole world seems warm.

So kind.

Until the person represented by Huai Shi entered a huge machine, fixed his limbs, bound to the cross, and finally enclosed in a cabin like a hamster ball.

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He saw the display in the corner called the depth gauge: [present]

Immediately afterwards, the light on countless meters lit up, and all kinds of weird parameters changed rapidly. Until the end, across the hatch, he saw the priest chanting solemnly, pulling the lever suddenly.

It was like cutting off the rope on the guillotine.

At that moment, the violent shock began. In the dizzying and sharp voice, it seemed that something had been stripped, perhaps reason, or air, or what humans depended on.

【border】

He fell from the sky, but it seems to have been there again.

The bubble of reality shattered, and he peeked into the scene hidden behind the curtain.

In the intense dizziness and pain, he saw the endless yellow sand outside the cabin, as if extending to the desolation and loneliness at the end of heaven and earth.

The sky dome is covered with fissures, even revealing black notches.

A huge thing flew past the broken sky, casting a terrible shadow on the earth ...

A roaring sound came from the wind.

There was a faint shadow walking through the cabin.

They were in droves, forming long queues, and their blurred outlines, like ghosts, were twisted under the scorching sun.

Something in it casts an indifferent glance at himself.

With vicious mocking and compassion.

Fear made them cry out, but as if no one heard them, they gradually went away. I don't know how long after that, the violent shock started again.

He began to fall.

More things were stripped away, or, abandoned, he sank deeper.

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