Carlos was also surprised. At this time, the feeling of being bound on his hands and feet was heard, and Louis, who was standing in front of him, was raising his hand with difficulty, but his movements became slower and slower, and finally he froze in the air.

"Don't struggle, it will get tighter and tighter," Carlos thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice. "Close your eyes, close your eyes, Clesto inherits memory and belongs to the 'spiritual race'. This is a 'conscious rope' called 'spider silk'. Use your consciousness to find the source of that rope and then cut it off."

"Please forgive me, your words are simply more abstract than my sister's university mathematics textbook - what does it mean to 'find the source of the rope with consciousness'?"

Louis took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he said.

"Consciousness Control" has become a remote and remote place in the contemporary temple. I am afraid that ignorant apprentices now think this is an yoga-like elective course, which is specially used for women to control their weight. Although it is still preserved as an ancient culture, it is forced to close most years because there are not enough people to register.

Fortunately, Louis was knowledgeable enough as a "scholar" and was quite knowledgeable about it. However, even though he tried hard to calm his heart down, he still couldn't find the so-called, theoretical "consciousness control" feeling.

"Concentrate on energy," Carlos's voice came from the side, "Don't be distracted by Louis. Is the spider silk he uses tied to his body? You can find it very easily with your heart."

In an instant, Louis vaguely felt a very thin line waving in front of him, but before he could catch what it was, it disappeared immediately, and his brows frowned fiercely.

Carlos sighed. He found that he was really not a good teacher. After listening to his self-accurate explanation, all the younger generations around him would be wrong. For example, they obviously did not know whether the "consciousness" was round or flat, but they held their breath for unknown reasons!

Do they think they can enter a state of meditation by suffocating themselves?

Three minutes passed, and Carlos's hand that was unnaturally hanging beside him suddenly shook, followed by his elbows, knees, feet and even his whole body. He swept around these "companies" who were so flushed and thick that they were often unable to help but exhale a breath of atmospheric "companies", whose collective constipation expression finally decided not to have hope.

"Okay, keep doing what I said, just treat it as a kind of exercise. If anyone untied it, look for me in the direction indicated by the tip of the pen."

Louis opened his eyes quickly: "What? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find the Temple of Clesto. I'm going to walk the road above, and it seems that there are fewer people." Carlos observed the surrounding terrain and made a quick judgment.

"Of course there are fewer people on it, because it is a highway... wait!" Louis watched Carlos run towards a Pizza Hut meal delivery motorcycle parked on the side of the road, and immediately called him in shock, "No! You can't!"

Carlos was very self-aware and knew that the four-wheeled iron box could not be turned on by himself, so he fell in love with this "iron horse" - he felt that he was familiar with this thing, and given that he had a very good ranking when he was playing simulation motorcycles in the video game city.

"Listen, my brother has been kidnapped. I have to go and save him. I need your car, help me! Please!" Carlos pulled the shoulder of the little girl delivering food, looked straight into her eyes, and said "sincerely".

"What? It's impossible, there is nothing that the customer ordered... Oh." The delivery girl raised her head and looked at the handsome man in front of her. In just one second, she was bewitched by beauty. She immediately forgot about the words, stared at Carlos blankly and showed a dreamy expression, and her face slowly turned red.

That's great, this is a slut.

After Carlos judged this, he immediately hugged the back of her head and gave her a sexy deep kiss without hesitation.

Louis closed his eyes in despair - the Temple has such a "wise" senior who has no limit on death, so why hasn't he closed down yet?

Let's take a shower and go to bed early together. Is it okay to open a history museum souvenir store?

The little girl's legs were weak, her eyes flashed with abnormal light, and she said tremblingly: "Oh...oh...of course, of course you can..."

"Thank you very much!" Carlos stepped on the motorcycle without saying a word.

"Wait for yourselves!" Louis was really crazy, and he even shouted out, "You can't ride a pizza-delivered motorcycle on the highway! Besides, you can't ride... Hell!"

Carlos ignored Louis' call and started the car quickly. It was obvious that the real guy was still a little different from the simulated one. He didn't master the balance well, and the front of the car suddenly turned a large arc of the same circumference and crashed towards the electric pole on the side of the road.

Let me die - the current priest Louis thought.

Fortunately, Carlos's agile skills saved him from dying before he could get out. When he was two centimeters away from the telephone pole, he stopped him, and then swayed left and right on the road for a while, and he learned to maintain the balance of the two wheels without any instruction.

Then, this "motorcyclist" who took the shortest time in history went on the highway without looking back.

If Louis hadn't been unable to move, he would have called Gal, a friend who was recovering from the hotel, and scolded him hard. How long has it been, he still failed to teach this guy the basic common sense needed to live on earth.

The "motor vehicle" with an insulator behind him really can't get on the highway, it's amazing!

It is said that a passerby took a photo of this brave motorcycle with his mobile phone and posted it on a social networking website - Fortunately, the speed is high and the pixels are low, otherwise Mr. Carlos Food Deliveryman, might have become popular because of this.

"Mr. Megelter, what should we do now?"

Louis did not answer, lowered his gaze, stared at his hand for a while, then closed his eyes, and said calmly, "It seems": "As he teaches."

The group of murderous men stopped in a row, standing there one by one without moving, which immediately attracted the attention of the majority of passers-by.

There was even an old couple who came back from the supermarket, carrying big shopping bags, and simply stood on the side of the road to comment.

"What are they doing?"

"Performance art, you know that those people always like to put on strange postures on the streets and express their opinions."

"What's the claim?"

"Uh...I can't tell, but as far as I know, the most common theme is environmental protection."

"What? Why can't I see what does it have to do with standing still and keeping moving?"

"Maybe it's protecting wild animals, or something. Look at the person standing on one leg, maybe it represents a certain kind of bird, and the person holding his waist and stuck under the car door, maybe it represents a certain kind of ape. As for not moving, I think it's probably imitating zombies? It's not popular movies recently, "Resident Evil" or something."

"Oh! Dear, you are so smart!"

A happy vein finally burst out from Louis's forehead.

Twenty minutes later, Louis finally got rid of the ban - he was sweating all over, feeling as if he had finished all the courses of consciousness control in these twenty minutes, and he held it on the car door a little powerlessly.

However, at this moment, with a "plop", Louis watched Evan fall to his feet in a cramped dog posture, lifting his loud neck, and when facing him, his face showed a shame like a conditioned reflex. Under normal circumstances, he only needs to do one thing in front of Instructor Megelt, which is to repent how useless he is.

Carlos was obviously not a good teacher. He ran away like a preface and didn't even send a decent lecture notes. He understood it all by all the students. Except for the truly learned Louis, no one understood what his "consciousness control" was, but Evan actually broke free by himself.

Louis's face flashed with surprise, and then he felt relieved - of course, he believed that there were not many people in the world who could reach the level of Evan. It was impossible for God to create a useless waste, so it was normal for this guy to have some talent.

There is just a little helper - even if you can't do anything else, you can at least help.

"Get up and get in the car." Louis twisted his stiff hands and feet gently, opened the car door, glanced at the others, "You... are on standby."

Then, Mr. Louis Megelt stepped on the accelerator in a serious violation of traffic rules. Before Evan could fasten his seat belt, the car had already rushed out. The unlucky child was kissed hard on the back of the head by the backrest, and he said, "Oh!"

Carlos's behavior simply challenged the dignity of traffic police around the world. Soon, the most brave little motorcycle of this century was surrounded by police cars. Fortunately, after a moment, Louis regained his freedom. The first thing the chief executive did was to use the highest security authority of the temple to block the highway, withdraw the traffic police, and let Carlos move forward unimpededly.

This guy was addicted to "cars" and ignored his poor "mount" and was in pain of overloading exercise. The cool breeze at night blew up his hair. Carlos felt that this thing was a bit short, which made him unable to stretch his long legs, and everything else was great, and it was even more powerful than riding a horse.

What is an airplane? The "two-wheeled iron donkey" is what will ultimately unify the whole world.

He put the map firmly into his mind. Although modern cities confused him, the sense of direction and distance were very accurate. At the nearest intersection, Carlos rode his motorcycle straight down, and then he finally encountered a problem.

He learned to operate in the game console and squeezed the brakes hard, but he almost got thrown out due to huge inertia. The delivery box behind him fell open with a "bang" in the violent vibration. A box of pasta, along with the contents, flew out freely like a flower ball thrown by the bride, and just fell in front of a homeless man on the side of the road.

"God bless you, kindness first...oh!"

He watched the "magic food deliveryman" hit the front of the car on the curb, and was bounced away vigorously and ran around for a while. The "feedman" on the motorcycle tried to stretch out his feet to pin something, and then his instep hit a tree trunk.

The "din deliveryman" screamed and rolled out of the car, jumping straight on the ground with one leg. The homeless man judged from the height he jumped: it must have hurt.

"Well, sometimes God will doze, too," he murmured, "know that I would have become a prime minister."

OK... Mr. Carlos, who had a traffic accident, jumped on one leg. Mr. Flaret thought happily, at least the probability of falling off this thing is much smaller than riding a horse.

He pulled out the dagger that had been given to Gal from his trousers, turned around in his hand, and said to the "roadside prime minister" who started to cook ramen without looking back: "It's not safe here, you'd better go somewhere else."

"Are you a plainclothes sir?" the tramp asked vaguely with a mouthful of tomato sauce and cheese. "I guess someone buried a bomb in this neighborhood, right? I know what happened in the subway a few years ago - I want me to say they should have blown up this rich man's rotten place."

Carlos gave him a back full of contempt and turned into an alley.

He didn't know if Douglas had discovered his arrival, nor how the other party would react. Clesto was born in inheritance and died in oblivion - from a human point of view, everyone had the potential of antisocial elements, but they did belong to another race.

Carlos seemed to smell some dangerous factor in the air, like a string that was about to be plucked to the extreme and was about to break, and it was indescribable.

But he believed that it was a good thing that he felt the danger - at least it means that he was looking for the right direction.

At this time, a sharp brake sound came from the corner of the block. Carlos squinted his eyes and turned around under the light of the light. Seeing Louis and Evan get out of the car, Louis shouted: "Carlo..."

Carlos's pupils gradually adapted to the strong light. He frowned and looked at Louis's mouth opening and closing, as if he was saying something, but he could not hear anything. The noisy city suddenly became quiet and he could not hear the sounds from the outside world.

Not far away, people rushed around the streets, and no one noticed the strangeness here.
Chapter completed!