Above the nine springs, people rob the earth and the spirit

Chapter 155 I have a question

Bai Tianqing felt as if he had become He Jiahuan.

Or maybe she is He Jiahuan now.

She actually couldn't tell the difference clearly, because many memories were integrated into her own memory.

She knew that she was sleeping now, but she also seemed to be in another world, experiencing He Jiahuan's life.

There were a lot of whispers in my ears.

"This child's character is a bit weak..."

"But she is the best integrated among this group of children."

"Where are those two children over there? They are also very good, aren't they?"

"Those two... have major flaws..."

"Oh, she just cries when she has nightmares and doesn't know how to resist? These things won't really kill her."

"It's still because he's too young. This way of training may not be feasible. I think it's better to stop."

These voices, both male and female, fill the entire world.

The world seems real and illusory, sometimes distorted, scattered with colorful lights, like the blurry screen of an old TV, and sometimes combined into new scenes.

Eyes appeared in the darkness, looking at themselves everywhere.

Bai Tianqing felt great fear. This fear originated from He Jiahuan's memory and belonged to her at this moment.

She was clearly standing at home, clearly staying in the room, and even sitting by the bed, but countless eyes and voices from the whole world gathered around her.

So suffocating.

She stood up and rushed out of the house, but there were more voices and more eyes outside.

The world between fantasy and reality, the surrounding buildings, the land under your feet, the grass on the roadside, the passers-by, everywhere you look, there are dense eyes everywhere.

She had no choice but to look up at the sky, only to see a larger eye, cold and indifferent, looking down.

Chaotic sounds filled my ears.

"It doesn't look like anything special. It's better than how well integrated it is."

"It's a pity that none of the children in this batch can do it..."

"It doesn't matter. If this batch of experiments doesn't work, then destroy them and start over."

She wanted to run, but perhaps the fear these things caused her made her body weak and her mind blank, and she fell.

A pair of hands picked her up.

She turned around and saw her grandma.

"Don't run around. What should I do if I get hurt?" Grandma helped her flick the ashes off her body, then checked carefully to make sure she was not injured, so she held her hand.

Warm and dry hands convey the warmth of nostalgia.

She looked at grandma, but grandma also had many eyes.

She saw that grandma did not open her mouth, but there were many sounds coming from her.

"This child is perfect. I don't think weakness is a bad thing."

"I apply to terminate her courage test and let her grow up as a normal child for the time being."

"Stay observant."

"Keep the pressure on."

"Okay, it's time to hypnotize and seal her memory so that her fear will remain in her heart forever."

She followed her grandma as she walked home, her figure growing taller and taller, from a young carrot to a slender girl.

The world gradually became a reality, and there was no longer such an illusory scene.

She could no longer see those eyes or hear those voices.

But she always had a trace of fear in her heart, and she didn't know where that uneasiness came from.

So she is eager for feedback from the outside world. She makes herself bright. Many people like her. She is sure that she is not annoying.

Therefore, it seems to be much more comfortable.

But...why do I still have palpitations in my heart from time to time?

Why do I always feel that other people’s eyes and voices are different?
But it doesn't seem to be important. If I can't think of it, I won't think about it.

I also have a lot of homework to do today...sigh...

Opening her homework book again, she sat at the table in a daze for a long time with her pen in hand. Inexplicably, she drew an eye on the paper.

Endless fear swept through his body.

The world has become weird again.

"It seems it's time." Who is speaking?
Everything was broken into pieces like a broken mirror, and she fell into the endless abyss.

She was in the dark, fear haunting her.

Something warm crawled all over her body, locking her tightly like a spider web.

She tried to ask for help, but the net had already closed her mouth, preventing her from opening her mouth.

She was devoured.

But she was cut again, and in a blink of an eye she was back to the paper, and what she saw was eyes painted all over the paper.

She screamed and threw the paper aside, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.

The nightmare was repeating, and she was constantly being pulled into the abyss to be swallowed, and then quickly returned to reality.

She seemed to have a split personality. One personality thought she had encountered something supernatural and went to ask for help. The other personality was locked in the darkness and watched everything desperately.

Until her other personality died.

She was lying on the hospital bed and saw her grandma sitting beside her bed, giving her medicine in a comforting manner and asking her to take it.

she ate.

So she died.

Her body was buried under the locust tree, but she was completely different from those lonely ghosts.

She became a tree.

No, she is a tree.

She has come back.

She is dead.

When she looked up again, she saw more truth.

She no longer knew where she was. Whether the world was real or fake, it didn't matter.

She was tired and didn't want to continue.

Since she is not the only experimental subject, it is better to let those who are willing to continue continue.

……

In the old community, there are only a group of old men and women standing under the trees.

The locust tree is dead.

"Alas, this child Jiahuan is too soft-hearted, unlike that child."

Uncle Dou sighed deeply.

After all these years, I still have some feelings.

Grandma He said nothing.

"The wall is about to be broken down, and the barrier here is about to be opened." said an old lady next to Grandma He.

All around, looming figures are emerging.

They are ghosts and dead souls in the darkness.

boom--

A huge sound came from the residential building.

A group of people looked back and saw black liquid power pouring out from a window on the third floor, as if it had broken through a cage.

Like a waterfall, it fell to the ground and rushed towards this side quickly, as if it was alive.

The dead souls that originally appeared were all swallowed up and turned into part of the black liquid.

The expressions of the old men and ladies were a little solemn. Uncle Dou took out the clapper. This time he did not knock it again, but threw the thing on the ground.

The bangzi suddenly shone with golden light, forming a protective shield.

"Is this out of control?" Several people looked serious.

A chuckle suddenly came from the seemingly endless liquid.

"That's still not the case. Don't worry, the experiment will never fail."

A figure slowly condensed from the darkness.

She stepped on the black liquid, and her longer hair was blown by the air flow driven by the turbulent black liquid. There was a white locust flower in her ear, like a hairpin.

Her eyes fell on Grandma He.

"Grandma, I have a question, can you answer it for me?"

Well, it’s a picture that’s not detailed, just covered with the color azure. Let’s leave it like this for now. If it’s inserted into the work, it should be visible at several stations, right?