The mixture of face and limbs in the gap between the huge scales paid attention to him during the brief encounter, releasing invisible but tangible mental pressure. The clusters of arthropod barbs conveyed the desire to seize something from him.
Intuitively, William experienced the feeling of being stuffed into a washing machine hundreds of years in advance, and even added a few spoons of bitter and irritating laundry detergent. Especially since this washing machine was still falling freely in the air, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a deep nightmare scene that shocked the eyes, which had a unique flavor.
The surrounding environment is in a superposition state, transforming from the original cave to a cracked and widened form. The changes in the world are reflected here, that is, the handwriting on the "upper layer of paper" is pressed to the "lower layer of paper", like some kind of
The process of stripping and reshaping is very similar but not completely corresponding.
The worst part is that he couldn't faint again. The chaotic consciousness finished the entire process of losing control and fell, and it ended with a maddening sudden stop. It felt like his soul was shaken away.
The hands on his shoulders were released, allowing him to stumble and take a few steps to regain his balance in the dark environment, eager to light up the fire.
The flames stained with grease and fuel gave a slight sense of security, illuminating the figures of the two people. The darkness outside the aperture was calm, and there was no sign of anything emerging for the time being.
"Craft..." William wanted to ask if the thing above had passed, but his companion's silence made him notice something strange, "Are you okay?"
Kraft did not give any explanation for the uncontrolled fall just now, nor did he light the torch first. He just stood there, slowly raised his hand, and wiped the side of his jaw that was not illuminated by the fire with the back of his hand, as if to wipe away the movement.
Sweat.
However, his face was dry as usual, and the temperature in the cave made it difficult for him to sweat easily.
Kraft put his hand into the firelight, and the bright red liquid moistened the back of his hand and dripped from his fingertips. The neck and collar on the side of the backlight were red.
"It's not bad." The mandible is a complete piece, and the other side is inevitably involved when making sounds. We can only limit the opening and closing as much as possible, and make a vague, gurgling sound from the throat. "But it's not much better, help me look at it.
Look at the wound."
He turned to William, who then saw the wound - a horizontal finger under the left ear, almost cutting off the earlobe, passing diagonally forward and downward through the right branch of the mandible, and it seemed that the wound had not yet been completed and extended to the neck.
But the large area of red made it impossible to confirm the extent of the injury. Even if the torch was held close enough to dry a few strands of blond hair, only a film of blood slowly flowing against the skin could be seen.
"Maybe the blood vessels in the neck were injured." William hurriedly pulled out a piece of unknown cloth, intending to use it to wipe away the blood and observe the condition of the wound.
The dusty hand was blocked. Kraft tilted his head and took hold of the wrist without even looking at it. He moved it and the suspicious cloth away from his face, "No, in that case the blood will spurt out."
Get to the top of the cave and immediately fall down."
After saying this, he paused for a few seconds and regained his language ability from the labor pain, "There is a small package under the torch, take it out."
The condition of the neck is unknown, so I dare not press deeply. The effect of compression to stop bleeding is quite limited, but the degree of bleeding has indeed been reduced. I don’t know whether it is the coagulation effect or the effect of compression.
He picked out a small bottle of liquor from the small bag that William had spread out and poured it on the wound, then wrapped himself in a clean cotton cloth into a ridiculous shape. Fortunately, the teacher who taught me how to bandage my head and face was quite careless.
"I never thought that one day I would use it on myself!"
Thanks to his spiritual senses, he is not only provided with the ability to break through darkness, but also the enhanced sense of distance brought by a special perspective. The cognition of space no longer comes from the indirect transformation of visual images, but jumps to the object.
Direct understanding of three-dimensional space.
This allows him to guide his actions through this accurate, timely and blind-spot spatial cognition, accurately grasp the timing of his moves, and pay attention to every movement of his limbs and faces, thus achieving a similar appearance of short-term foresight.
Of course, this is just an appearance. It is impossible to predict the results of reckless and risky actions. It can only provide the movement trajectories of the arthropods that explode all around, giving the mind enough information to conceive and implement countermeasures in a short period of time.
It was not unexpected that he was not able to escape completely. In other words, being able to dodge several limbs that were moving in disorder at the same time at that moment was already a high-level performance. It was unexpected that he was not caught in it.
In the haste and injury, the level jump was affected, and he almost lost control, falling at a much faster speed than he imagined. He almost thought he would go straight to the second level.
"Are you ready?"
Without time to wait, Kraft held William's shoulders. The environment was stabilizing, indicating that the thing had left.
"You really don't want to take a rest?" William's eyes widened. The current situation was like a coachman who drove the carriage out of the cavalry at full speed on the mountain road, casually hammered two nails into the cracked axle, and invited him to get in and try again.
"I think you can wait..."
The world turned upside down, and the feeling of falling in reverse washed over his senses. He realized that this did not seem to be a consultation with him, but a tactful notification before starting.
Kraft had his own idea. He had to return to the present world and leave the mine before the time limit for his mental senses came. Otherwise, he would have to stay in the depths for an extra half hour to deal with the negative effects of the closure.
If the sound of arthropod walking is heard again during this period, and there is another race, then he will really have a mental breakdown.
He led William to move towards the present world.
At the same time, the consciousness is consciously feeling the speed, comparing the time it takes to travel between levels, and the subjective experience.
Kraft tasted a certain habit.
A habit like walking on two feet accumulates during the shuttle and penetrates deep into the body. Previously, he was able to stabilize his progress during a sudden high-speed fall. Just like when he suddenly stumbled, his balance reflex automatically controlled his muscles.
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The balancing reflex is something inherent in human beings, and when he mobilized his mental organs to use this geometric prism of unknown origin, a similar phenomenon also occurred.
He tried to speed up, and William let out a perverted roller coaster scream as the world spun around. Kraft felt like a toddler, trying to swing his legs faster.
The limit has not yet been reached, and he is so accustomed to this movement that he does not even feel any discomfort, and his mental senses faithfully feedback the profound changes.
He was running, advancing at an unprecedented speed between levels. A burning and cold feeling came from the wound, seeping into the body or deeper. That habit also penetrated deeply into the mind, such as nerve reflexes gradually improving with growth and development.
into the body.
It was certain that some kind of change had occurred. Quantitative changes accumulated into qualitative changes. He was injured and hurriedly dived to induce catalysis. It manifested itself in the habit of deep depth and shuttle, but he could not yet understand what this meant.
As far as the subjective consciousness is concerned, it only knows that it is running. A toddler accidentally gets a push one day. Under the balance reflex, he passively leans forward and takes long strides to run, thus knowing that he has already
The "walking" stage of learning was completed during the exercise.
A ray of cold and thin light appeared in front of my eyes, cooling my retinas that had been tortured by firelight and shadows all night.
Kraft let go of the prism and enjoyed the hard-won moonlight. It poured from the unobstructed exit, paving a gorgeous green and silver-white trail on the crystals on the ground, leading to the sky of the real world.