Don't follow the rules

"It's not the sea?" Assistant Tang repeated An Han's words, "What do you mean?"

An Han was about to open his mouth to explain, but Assistant Tang raised his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute, although I have heard a little bit about supernatural things, I mostly got the information from the information about the sleep testers in the haunted house. You'd better Pick a statement that doesn’t challenge my world view too much, I’ve always been a staunch materialist warrior.”

An Han adjusted his glasses: "Then there's nothing more to say."

"Oh~ don't tease our Xiaotang, he will really get angry with you if you don't tease him." Xin Cheng pulled An Han and pushed him.

"Alas..." An Han said helplessly, "Then I'll try to explain it in a scientific way."

"The following assumptions are based on my speculations and are for reference only: I first assume that the words spoken by the insider of the Gonghai Auction House contacted by Assistant Tang are all true and credible, and there is no alias or literal concealment. Then we may understand that this sea is a virtual ocean intertwined with messy human consciousness.”

"We, the passengers, are protected by this ship and are not disturbed by this messy information."

Assistant Tang was thinking hard while repairing his shaky worldview, and even raised his hand to ask: "What will happen if you are disturbed by these so-called 'cluttered information'?"

An Han thought for a while: "Have you heard of Cthulhu?"

Assistant Tang nodded: "I understand a little bit, but didn't Geng Xun say that he has nothing to do with Cthulhu?"

"I'm just giving you an analogy to help you understand," An Han said. "When an ordinary human being comes into contact with the gods of the genocide system, it is very likely that his sanity will go crazy because he cannot bear the mental pollution caused by the complex information, and he will eventually become mentally disordered. Just crazy.”

"I think this ocean is probably the same, except that the source of pollution is not some specific god hidden in the ocean, but the entire ocean is spiritual pollution."

Assistant Tang suddenly realized: "The disordered ocean of group consciousness will swallow up all the individual wills that mistakenly enter it - that's what it means!"

"That's right. And interpreted from this perspective, it should be more reasonable than science fiction monsters." An Han said.

"...It's not very reasonable." Assistant Tang complained softly.

Xin Cheng interrupted, pointed at the screen and asked: "Then what does the last paragraph mean? The wall of the heart? In other words, it is not impossible to go into the sea, but it must be protected by the wall of the heart?"

An Han responded with some hesitation: "According to the logic I assumed before, although this paragraph can be interpreted, it is still a little too outrageous."

"Although I don't understand, I like to hear it, so keep talking." Xin Cheng encouraged.

"The wall of the heart actually comes from a concept in anime. It roughly means 'a wall that separates self-consciousness from other people's consciousness.' It is the material basis for distinguishing oneself from others."

“It’s because of this wall that people can never truly empathize with others.”

"The original English name of the Heart Wall is Absolute Terror Field, which is literally translated as - AT stance."

Xin Cheng slapped his thigh: "If you had said it was AT's position earlier, wouldn't I have understood it?"

Assistant Tang followed their train of thought with difficulty, not daring to say a word. His mind was full of questions: Why don't I understand even Mr. Xiao Xin understands it?

An Han smiled: "Now that I understand this meaning, this paragraph actually makes sense. What he means is that if you want to go to the sea, you must have a strong AT stance, otherwise the spiritual core of the person who goes to the sea will be disordered and eventually become Part of this chaotic ocean of consciousness.”

Xin Cheng: "That's it! So exciting!"

"By the way..." Assistant Tang said slowly, "Should Ning Yao be notified of the result of our discussion?"

...The moment the seawater capsized, an inexplicable impact hit Ning Yao and made her lose consciousness for a moment.

Then there was weightlessness, rotation, and then the bitter waves choked into the nasal cavity, snatching away all the breath in his mouth and nose.

But surprisingly, he didn't feel suffocated, or even suffocated.

But that's how it should be, Ning Yao smiled to himself.

He is not a real human being and does not need to breathe at all. He has just pretended to be a human being for so long that breathing is as natural as breathing.

He took off the bandage that covered his eyes. The injury to his eyes that he had suffered before had already healed, and now they were shining brightly in the endless darkness.

"Be low-key, don't make me look like night fishing bait." Ning Yao patted his face and his eyes immediately dimmed.

Although his eyes lost their light, his vision was still completely intact, but his surroundings were too empty and dark, and good vision could not provide any help.

The underwater world at night is definitely a hell for those with deep sea phobia. From top to bottom, everything is shrouded in darkness. There is no place for people to rely on. It seems that unknown terrors may strike from all angles. It extends its tentacles towards the unsuspecting drowning victim.

But Ning Yao swam in it without fear.

"That's it? It's not as scary as Uncle Geng said."

The smaller sun sailing boat sprang out from nowhere, maintaining the size of a surfboard, and lifted Ning Yao up against his belly.

But as soon as Ning Yao surfaced, big waves would immediately overturn them, twist them into the whirlpool, and take them into the deep sea.

"What's going on? The sea seems determined to hold me underwater." Ning Yao was a little confused, but it didn't matter.

"Forget it, I won't drown anyway, just support me and swim over like this."

"There's something wrong with the sea water." Sun Sailing said in a deep voice, his tone unprecedentedly solemn.

"You know this line?" Ning Yao said.

The solar sailboat tried to lift Ning Yao upwards again, but unsurprisingly failed again.

"Stop messing around. The waves on the surface are too strong, and there are too many calms underwater."

"Silly beep, you can't soak in this water for a long time, don't you feel it is corroding you?!" Sun Sailing couldn't help but cursed.

"Impossible, my skin is carefully made from your Apophis snake slough. I can swim two times in sulfuric acid. How can it be corroded by just sea water?" Ning Yao was full of confidence.

"Your nose is almost gone! This time it's really a 'no nose'!" Sun Sailing complained loudly.

"Holy shit?" Ning Yao quickly stretched out her hand to touch her face, but she didn't expect that the feeling was exactly as Xiaozhou said. It became soft and her entire nose seemed to fall off at any time.

"Holy shit!" Ning Yao grabbed the side of the boat and used his strength to push toward the sea.

As Ning Yao floated up, the sea surface became rippled again, and the struggle of living creatures could be felt in the entire sea area. Every drop of sea water seemed to have consciousness. Although they worked independently, they had the same purpose: to strip away resistance and assimilate heretics.