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Chapter 353: Old White's true ability! I, Brian, am not that kind of person!
Heart domain, similar to field.

Strictly speaking, only consciousness-like entities can exist here, and matter cannot be carried.

Brian's heart was originally like this.

The reason why he was able to absorb the remaining flesh and blood left by Lao Bai into the Blissful Heart Realm was mainly because after absorbing the Buddha's Buddha's talent, his Heart Realm gained three additional special abilities (free content):

[First, Brian’s mind can affect reality.

He has the ability to make a person, while daydreaming with eyes open, feel like a dream coming true!
Second, the two dimensions overlap.

Brian can enter the fourth dimension physically, or he can manifest his consciousness directly in reality.

This is perverted.

It means you can see it but you can’t hit it!

Third, space!
In the middle layer between the mind realm and the real dimension, there is an imperceptible space.

Brian can put real matter into this space.

After experiments.

The size of this space is exactly the same as the range of Brian's life magnetic field.

Not a cent more, not a cent less. 】

Brian is now using the ability of two-dimensional overlap.

this moment.

The Paradise Heart Realm and the basement space of the villa are overlapping.

The heart realm is attached to the space in the basement, forming a form similar to the surface world and the inner world.

This is very similar to a movie Brian watched in his previous life: "Silent Hill".

At this moment.

The basement is the Silent Hill in the movie.

From the outside, this place looks no different than normal times.

But without Brian's permission, nothing from the outside world can ever enter the real basement in this state.

Because they are not in the same dimension.

Likewise, creatures that Brian allowed in could not leave without his permission.

The environment here, without Brian's interference, will change along with the thinking of the external creatures that come in.

Whatever they fear, that is what will happen here.

Whatever they want, they can get.

The mind realm is actually the dimension of consciousness.

These are all fake, like daydreams.

Without Brian's deliberate control, the Paradise Heart domain name is truly a very enjoyable place.

At this moment, Lao Bai is in another dimension in the basement.

As his remaining flesh and blood disappeared in the basement.

next moment.

The pile of wriggling flesh appeared in an identical basement.

But in this basement, Brian is not there.

Through the observation window of the outside gate, one could only see darkness and could not hear the quarrel between the fierce old man and Thirteen who were guarding outside the door.

This is the inner world after the two dimensions overlap.

Within the inner world, where there was originally no breath, only the wriggling remains of Old White were left, new changes began to occur.

Those wriggling flesh buds actually grew into faces that looked like Lao Bai.

They were bound to the last remaining flesh and blood of Old White.

The granulations are wriggling, which actually means they are struggling.

They want to break away from Lao Bai's flesh and blood and become truly independent individuals.

As these "old white" granulations appeared, new changes occurred in the silent basement.

The basement sometimes becomes a western restaurant with classical decoration.

There was an expressionless handsome blond white man, wearing a tight suit, sitting in an empty western restaurant. He opened the lid of the plate in front of him elegantly and slowly, revealing a baby with the umbilical cord still attached, trying to crawl away.

The blond white handsome guy slowly opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of jagged sharp teeth. He was no longer graceful, but bit it fiercely.

The baby cried, and the umbilical cord grew fangs, which coiled around the blond white man's neck like a long snake, sucking his blood crazily...
The scene changes and the environment changes again.

Sometimes there is a scene of corruption and chaos.

Sometimes it turns into various cruel scenes.

Sometimes it is a mess of family ethics.

Sometimes it's a brutal slaughter.
Brian looked at the bizarre projections with an expressionless face and no movement.

These are all projections of Walter White's secondary personalities.

These projections are the most authentic presentation of their thoughts.

However, through these projections, Brian also understood how Walter White had so many personalities.

These secondary personalities are actually the darkest parts of the hearts and the most twisted genes of the clients that Lao Bai served before.
There is also a part of the secondary personality that is Walter White's way of escaping from himself, a trash can that holds the memories that Walter White doesn't want to face.

Brian is waiting for his own secondary personality to appear.

Projections appeared one after another.

The basement is constantly transformed into various environments and occasions.

Sometimes, several projections emerge and directly become an area in the lower left corner, which is a corner of a dirty and wet street during the day, and on the other side, it is a murder scene in a small home with warm lights at night.
Bizarre, twisted and weird, this is the real situation here.

I don’t know how long it took.

The surrounding environment suddenly turned into a runway with no visible end.

An old white man was running madly forward.

Behind him, a little red light, like an approaching tide, swallowed up the runway behind him bit by bit, following his fleeing footsteps neither hurriedly nor slowly, dyeing the entire space formed by the basement into an eerie red.

Brian was shocked!
coming!

He was very familiar with this scene.

This is exactly what happened when the blood moon first came!

He doesn't understand.

If Walter White's ability is to temporarily purify his client's mind and genes, then why did he say he saw a blood moon?
Doesn’t this mean that in Lao Bai’s cognition, he is the blood moon?
As a victim, Brian denies this claim.

Isn't this slander?

While thinking.

Old White, who was tired of escaping, was getting slower and slower.

He can no longer run.

The bloody light that is devouring Lao Bai from behind will not wait.

They chased at a constant speed, gradually surpassing each other, and finally devoured the desperate Old White's body bit by bit.

The moment Lao Bai was completely covered, the blood finally stopped expanding.

No, it didn't stop!

The blood light trembled twice, and then it was like the morning light breaking through the clouds, and in an instant, it dyed the entire area into a strange dark red.

Under Brian's indifferent gaze, the blood light infected the entire area, then began to distort and transform, and finally turned into a huge black and red human head.

The human head is translucent, so you can see the structure inside clearly.

Lao Bai’s polluted body is in the mouth of this human face.

He screamed in terror, struggled hard, and waved his hands around, trying to grab any life-saving straw around him.

But it didn't work.

He could only watch himself slide down the tongue of the human head, as if falling into an endless abyss.
The moment he saw the head, Brian felt a little numb.

Lao Bai seems to have something against himself.

The head looked exactly like him.

I watched as Old Bai fell down the human throat and was about to fall into the esophagus in the neck that was not even visible.

As the master of the heart realm.

A premonition emerged in Brian's mind.

If Lao Bai falls out of the area where the heads appear, then the opponent will be really dead.

Although Walter White's subconscious mind slanders himself.

But being the generous man he is, Brian knew it was time to end it.

He stretched out his palm, tore through the projection space, and pinched the collar of the terrified Old White accurately, like pinching a small insect. Old White didn't know what was happening yet.

He looked up with fear.

He saw a huge head that was hundreds of times bigger than himself, with its bloody mouth exposed towards him (smile)..
Lao Bai: ..
He fainted quite simply.

I don’t know how long it took.

Lao Bai opened his eyes with a splitting headache.

He glanced around in confusion, then his eyes widened.

This is actually a Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is very old.

The walls are made of country bricks made from yellow clay mixed with straw.

The cost of this kind of brick is not high, the cost is basically the labor cost. Once it rains, the surrounding area will become dirty, and it cannot be touched, otherwise it will leave a mud mark.

Looking at this old and dilapidated Taoist temple, Lao Bai couldn't help but shed tears.

came back.

He returned to the Taoist temple where he grew up.

He is back!

Lao Bai greedily lay on the ground, caressing the familiar yet unfamiliar ground, loess walls, and crude altar, still emitting the earthen aroma of smoke...
So true.

Lao Bai originally thought that he had long forgotten all his memories of this place.

But when he saw the environment here, memories from decades ago couldn't help but emerge.

It was exactly as he remembered it.

He's really back!

Lao Bai walked around this small and simple Taoist temple again and again.

After he touched every place, he came to the wooden door with some fear and melancholy, and placed his hand on the door hesitantly.

Tangled for a long time.

The hand on the wooden door was raised and lowered.

An expression of struggle also appeared on the old white man's face.

Finally, he made a decision.

Lao Bai took a deep breath and pushed the door open with anticipation and trepidation.

It was pitch black.

Old White stood there for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly with relief: "It turns out they are all fake, Brian, come out, I'll make a fool of myself for you"

"You just miss home too much."

Brian slowly appeared beside Lao Bai: "You miss the Taoist temple very much, but you are afraid to go back, because if you go back, you will think of some unpleasant memories. You keep avoiding these memories, and because of these memories, there is nothing outside the door..."

“Sometimes being honest isn’t a good thing...”

Lao Bai sat on the door railing and greedily stroked the old and rough door frame: "This is where I had my happiest childhood and where I am rooted... Although all this is fake, I still want to thank you."

He turned his head and looked at Brian: "Are you going to ask me what I saw?"

"Ah."

Brian nodded.

A moment of silence.

Lao Bai shook his head:
“I have no memory of that moment in my mind.

There seemed to be a momentary gap in my memory.

It may not be a fault.

I simply can't remember the scene.
I just remember that I was as small as an ant, and it seemed like I saw a tiny part of a giant, and I almost exploded from the information I got.”

Brian heard the answer he least wanted to hear.

He knew that Walter was not lying.

The projection just now was actually the fragment of Lao Bai’s broken memory.

His consciousness instinctively resisted recording what he saw, but some traces were still left.

The mouth can lie, but the projection of the mind cannot.

What Lao Bai said before his physical body collapsed was true.

He saw part of the essence of the blood moon!

With the last expectation, Brian pursed his lips and said, "Can you tell me what your ability is?"

Lao Bai nodded:
“I claimed to the outside world that it was purification, but it was not.

My Blood Moon Gift ability started out as the voice of the heart.

I can hear the inner voices of the creatures around me and sense their true thoughts.

This is a very painful ability.

You will find that this world is very fake.

You can see the ugliness of human nature that you don't want to see.
This situation aggravated my schizophrenia.

Through each confrontation, my abilities underwent three transformations.

Every time I win a match, my abilities change in some new way.”

He looked at Brian.

“Now my blood moon gift ability is insight.

I retained my powerful telepathic abilities, and gained some new ones.

Through contact.

I can see the essence of something.

This includes both mental and physical aspects.

For example, the fierce old man.

In my eyes, he is a sneaky little mouse, looking around, with a pair of protruding ears, legs longer than the body, and a twitching hair on the top of his head, sensing the wind around him, and looking like he is ready to run away at any time...
That stupid hair actually represents the old man's ability, but also his pollution.

Just help to unplug it.

Within a certain period of time, the offspring born by the old man Meng are normal people.

However, this will also cause the old man's abilities to be ineffective for a period of time.

This is an ability that is easily feared.

That’s why I told others that my ability is purification, and I can help purify the excess for a period of time, so that they have a chance to reproduce normal offspring.”

Hearing this, Brian made a final struggle: "So your secondary personalities are created because you can sense the inner thoughts of those people?"

Lao Bai nodded: "Staring into the abyss, being stared into by the abyss. Because of my early experiences, I have been avoiding this aspect, and instinctively developed a secondary personality to bear all of this for me..."

Brian was completely desperate.

Finished.

He had already guessed what his situation was.

No wonder the radiation energy of my blood moon is almost black!
No wonder his blood moon gift ability is so abnormal!
No wonder the level of pollution is so ridiculously high that it can even swallow up the high pollution in the Ash Plate without any discomfort!

No wonder the Holy Buddha became alienated and out of control after just a glance at his own consciousness, playing the game of all living things!

No wonder he could be easily infected by the breath pollution of higher-level creatures, that is, memetic pollution, and even cross-contaminate with that kind of pollution, forming his own memetic pollution!
No wonder...the giant deep-sea octopus Blue said that he was an evil god and a follower of the blood moon.

Because it could be true.

Others are simply polluted.

I might have been directly noticed by the Blood Moon itself.

The so-called memetic weapons in the deep-sea base are actually breath pollution.

When the life level reaches a certain level, the aura can be transformed and affect lower-level creatures.

Brian guessed that this was the case with the Blood Moon contamination.

He is different.

He might not have been contaminated by the aura of the blood moon, but was directly branded with the mark of the blood moon.

It may not be a brand, but a mark..
That's why, when White's body collapsed, his instinct sent him the final message: I saw the blood moon...
If Brian's guess is true.

So there is nothing wrong with saying that he is the Blood Moon.

so..
Why am I so special?

It couldn't be that Blood Moon discovered that the aura of his alien soul was abnormal, so he planned to make himself stronger, and then use himself as a coordinate, allowing himself, a person of noble character, to act as a guide, right?
Thinking of this possibility, Brian couldn't help but laugh.

If this is really the case.

Then I'm sorry!
Blood Moon, you've got the wrong person!
I, Brian, am not that kind of person!
(End of this chapter)