The mysterious man raised his hand and stared blankly at the broken threads in his hand. Before, he wanted to extract Xiao Ming's soul from his body, and those threads were specially used to wrap around the soul, which is a kind of psychic magic.
, the name is the Soul-Binding Thread, but the Soul-binding Thread, which has always been unfavorable, was cut off by something!
The man seemed to suddenly think of something. He waved his hand and shook off the thread on his finger. The thread slowly sinking in the air gradually turned into smoke and dissipated in the air because it lost the support of mana.
The man then used several different spells to extract the soul, but all failed without exception. The gentler spells could still touch the soul, but the more domineering spells were devoured by the soul as soon as they got close.
"Well." He nodded slightly and said to himself, "It seems that there is nothing wrong, but it is really good luck. I can encounter it with such a small chance, hahahaha!"
The man seemed to have encountered something happy, he kept laughing, "cough~cough" and finally choked himself because he was so happy. After coughing a few times, he walked around the stone platform in the direction of Xiao Ming's head.
, and gently pressed his forehead against Xiao Ming’s forehead.
Countless dark blue tentacles came out of the man's head and connected to Xiao Ming's head. The appearance of the blue tentacles caused the temperature in the room to drop rapidly, so much so that ice grilles grew directly on the windows.
An iron door blocked the man's way. The style of the iron door was very strange. He had traveled throughout the continent. For more than a thousand years, there were few places he had not been to, but he had never seen this kind of door.
Moreover, there are eight independent symbols on the door, which look like a kind of writing.
If you want to enter a person's sea of consciousness, you must pass through this door. This door is a manifestation of the soul's self-protection, similar to the subconscious feeling. There are only two ways to open it, one is to use violence
Open it, but as a result, the soul that is forcibly invaded will lose its self-awareness, and the other is to make the door think that it is not a threat and open itself.
"Your master's soul is imprisoned in his body. When the body rots, his soul will also disappear. I am here to rescue him."
The iron door seemed to sense the man's sincerity. With a few clicks and the sound of something turning, the iron door opened a gap on its own.
The man pushed the door open and walked in. Under the endless night sky, there were stars. The feeling under his feet was like water. Every step he took would cause ripples, but he would not fall into it. "This is his consciousness."
The sea? But it’s really beautiful!”
The man walked towards the huge group of souls floating in the air not far away, "I didn't expect this group of souls to be so big~ He is just an ordinary person, how could he... That's right, how could he be ordinary?"
The man patted the soul gently. It felt good and soft, like cotton.
"Hey! Don't sleep, get up!"
After calling for a long time, the cloud turned over and became silent again. "That's enough!" The man became angry and kicked him! "You're really sleeping well!"
Perhaps the force of this kick was strong enough, and the soul that had always been quiet suddenly started to move.
"Oh, are you finally awake?"
The man stepped back slowly, keeping a distance from Xiao Ming's soul. The cloud-like soul began to rotate slowly. At the same time, its size continued to shrink, and the human shape could be vaguely seen. Finally,
, when all the clouds disappeared, a naked boy slowly fell from the night sky and lay flat on the ground...
Moaning softly, Xiao Ming slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with dullness. Maybe he had just woken up, and he was still a little dazed, "Um...where is this..."
Finally, when his eyes were focused again, Xiao Ming couldn't help but sigh, "What a beautiful night sky."
"Am I dead? Where is this place? Have I traveled through time again?" Thinking of this, Xiao Ming raised his arm with some difficulty and touched his throat. The wound was gone. "Are you awake?" Xiao Ming shook his head.
Still a little confused, he struggled to sit up, turned his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from. He saw a man who looked to be in his thirties or forties, wearing a wide cloak, with only one head exposed, with blue hair.
Blue eyebrows, blue beard, "Where is this? Are you...god?"
The reason why Xiao Ming asked this was because in his eyes, the person in front of him seemed not to be a human being, but a blazing blue flame, exuding a hissing chill. With such a dazzling soul, Safi was
In front of him, it was like the difference between stars and the sun.
Xiao Ming couldn't help but have the urge to curl up into a ball. At this moment, Xiao Ming realized that he was naked, but fortunately there was a man opposite him, so it didn't matter.
"Ahem," the man cleared his throat, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Alsace. I am not a god, but a great lich. And this is your sea of consciousness."
"Sea of consciousness?"
"Yes, it is the depth of your soul, the place that carries your consciousness."
"So I'm dead?"
"Yes."
"Then why do you appear in my sea of consciousness?"
"That's right, I was digging a grave... No, when I was passing by the cemetery, I found that your body was very special. It was obvious that the person was dead, but the soul still stayed in the body and was not taken away by the god of death, so I
I brought you to my home out of curiosity, and then in order to wake you up, I penetrated part of my soul into your sea of consciousness and woke you up from your deep sleep."
"Although having your grave dug up is not something worth showing off, thank you for helping me regain consciousness."
Alsace's face turned red and he said, "Cough~cough~You're welcome."
"By the way," Alsace hurriedly changed the subject, "Although your soul is temporarily imprisoned in the body for some reasons, due to the rules of Faerûn, the soul cannot exist independently in this world for a long time.
, that is to say, your soul will slowly dissipate over time." At this point, Alsace paused deliberately, as if he wanted to play a prank on Xiao Ming and scare him.
"Why didn't you react?"
"What's the reaction?"
"Your soul will slowly dissipate, and then you will really be dead, leaving no trace behind."
Still indifferent, "That's enough, give me a normal reaction!! I am also a great Lich King after all! What is that look in your eyes!!"
"Oh, what can the Lich King do? By the way, can you give me some clothes first? Although you and I are both men, I am still a little embarrassed to be naked like this all the time."
"This is your sea of consciousness. As long as you think about it, you will get whatever you want."
"Really? So magical?" Xiao Ming thought about it in his mind, and a pair of summer beach pants, a T-shirt, and a pair of slippers appeared on his body.
"In this case," Xiao Ming thought again, and a huge soft sofa appeared in front of him.
"Bang!" Xiao Ming lay down on the sofa, so soft and comfortable. Then the TV, air conditioner, stereo...
Various things that Alsace had never seen before appeared there. Although he didn't know the purpose of those things that looked like alchemical products, it seemed that he had forgotten me...
"Ahem, I say, Don Quixote."
"You know my name?"
"Your name is engraved on your tombstone. It was engraved by a person named Safi."
"He really keeps his word," Xiao Ming said, sitting back on the sofa with deep exhaustion in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I was too excited just now."
"Haha~~" Alsace smiled dryly, "It doesn't matter, most people are like this when they first come into contact with the sea of consciousness. Some mages even get lost in the sea of consciousness because they are not familiar with this kind of god-like thing.
Fascinated by ability, I fell deeply into it. By the way, what are these?"
"Ah," Xiao Ming looked at the refrigerators, TVs, washing machines, air conditioners, computers all over the floor...
"These are all alchemical products made by my father. This one is used to preserve food, this one is used to wash clothes, this one is used to adjust the indoor temperature, this..." Xiao Ming looked at the computer and really didn't know how to explain it.
, "I don't know exactly what this is for..."
"Okay, Don Quixote, let's not talk about this for now. Let's continue the topic just now. Your soul may completely dissipate soon. I can help..."
"then!"
Alsace saw Xiao Ming throwing a strip-shaped object, about half a hand long.
"What's this?"
"Cigarettes were also invented by my father. Perhaps the word discovery is more appropriate. Follow me, hold it in your mouth, light it, then inhale it into your lungs, stay for a while, and spit it out..."