Tang Ye nodded, and he recognized this very appropriate description.
"Isn't it right?"
His eyes turned, and he seemed to have noticed something was wrong. His voice seemed to appear just now. He heard it, but he felt like a stranger. But he was sure, and told himself to describe these colors as moving jelly.
It's his own voice, he is telling himself!
As Tang Ye discovered this, the whispers of auditory hallucinations became clearer and clearer, but not clearer. At most, they could know in a vague way what this meant. Many people, everyone, were themselves.
Talking to himself, no one will take the initiative but take the words of another person, some are singing, some are reciting poems, some are playing with their toys to make very childish plot sounds, and some are roaring with a game mentality.
"Hehe, come to blur and, tsk, you said I'm not here, you came to find me Haihui Temple and it's you."
"...It blurred my memory of the stars and looked into the distance. It was the bright moon in my hometown."
"Shake the sun, shake the golden bits of the yellow, reach out and hold a dreamy glow, the alleys in the south..."
"Hohohaha! Here comes! It's the red killer of the Super Team... Hehe, I want to uphold justice! Eliminate evil! Hahaha!"
"Fuck! Teammate, Cao Nima! The trick is always by my side! Shabi match mechanism! I'll mess with you! Niu Pi! Niu Pi is going to die on the other side! My teammate is just like a mentally retarded! Ahhhhh! Shabi teammates are all right!
I'll give two more heads! I'll lose if I'm going to lose!"
“…”
The things in front of him were floating faster and faster, and the colors they carried were already merged together. Gradually, Tang Ye could not see those bright colors. There was darkness in front of him, and it was not right.
Darkness is not pure, it is black, but not black, it is white?
"It should be white."
Tang Ye answered the person's guess in his heart. In short, his feeling is stranger now than before. He seems to have seen more things. These things are things that cannot be realized, but they have become one.
Things are presented to you, but they do not belong to this dimension, but they appear in front of you. If you really want to describe these things completely, Tang Ye feels that this cannot be done, even those who can bring everything
It is difficult for top writers who describe it thoroughly in words, and of course, they cannot draw it. Tang Ye can only use his own feelings to tell that there is such a thing.
And these blacks are strange, just like you are projecting a movie with a projector on a whiteboard. When the plot reaches a certain level, the screen is black, is it black or white?
The first reaction is black, but soon the projected movie is placed on a whiteboard. How can it be black if the screen is black?
However, Tang Ye’s real reaction is that he doesn’t know whether the color in front of him is black or white. In short, it’s very strange. It seems that since this state, his feeling has been very strange.
The things floating past their eyes were so fast that Tang Ye couldn't see clearly what they looked like, and could only see simple drawings that flashed by!
Their colors merged together, making Tang Ye, the eighth-level zombie, feel dizzy.
This lasted for a long time, and Tang Ye didn't know how long it had passed. In this state, Tang Ye seemed unable to prepare to perceive the passage of time. In short, the things floating in front of him got faster. In the end, Tang Ye felt that
My body is spinning at an extremely fast speed!
It was like lying or standing, everything in front of me began to twist, just like in a well, where I couldn't see the sky, I could only see the untidy blue bricks.
“What does this feel like?”
"I have no idea."
"Hehe, can it be fun, right?"
“It’s very boring.”
“…what is it like outside?”
"I have no idea."
"Hehe, I'm Li Henian..."
"I am also Li Henian."
"But you're fake."
"You are fake."
“We are both fake.”
"We're all fake!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Hehehe."
"...I think, we both have a name."
"None of us are Li Henian."
"You are my confidant, and I am your confidant."
"We two have a tacit understanding."
"I can feel the sadness in your heart."
"I can also feel the sadness in your heart."
"I killed someone."
"I killed someone, too."
"Is that person dead?"
"That man died, but it doesn't seem to be dead either."
"That person has done what he wants to do."
"Then why do we have to be sad?"
"We are all the same person, I am me, you are me, I am you, you are you, you see the mirror, the person inside is our soul."
"He was crying, he thought he wasn't that unique."
"I want to look at the sky outside the window."
"Because that makes people very quiet? Right?"
"It's me."
"Why do someone do something that's sorry for us?"
"Because we don't have it, we will lose things that we don't have in a very short time."
"Why do you need this?"
“…”
"Look, that's us..."
"sorry……"
"I'm glad to see you..."
"No...we are alone, goodbye."
Tang Ye didn't know who he was talking to. There were many people and it was very lively. On a quiet and deep night, occasionally someone passed by the street. In the dim lights of the room, there was a gathering of countless people, and the sound made seemed to be there or not, but
No one can hear it.
In the twisted space, Tang Ye came back to his senses. He had been wandering between awakening and madness. Sometimes he suddenly jumped from one extreme to another, but he did not notice it.
Everything I saw in front of me was still everything I saw before, I couldn't tell the difference between white and black, like a wall, only one millimeter or even a few micrometers away! It blocked my vision of everything I looked outside, and there was a piece in my eyes
Things stick to this single color wall, like a piece of mud.
"I'm back."
A whisper, his tone was as strange as those people. It seemed to be his memory. The white on the "white wall" was so single. It would always make people feel annoyed after watching it for a long time. The eyes would turn white or pure black.
It is regarded as other colors, and they are reflecting other colors.
Only that piece of mud allowed Tang Ye to see other colors, because it is completely different from pure black and pure white, pleasing to the eye, not any color in the past.
It seems... the mud is not yellow, what color is this?