I’m really not the number one salt fish in Soul Society

Mizhen sat dumbly for a moment, and finally stood up, put the messenger token back into his pocket, then took out the iron rope that had been gathering dust since he got it from the corner of the cave, and looked for a luxurious one. I packed the full box and placed it in the center of the counter like an offering.

That’s all I can do to prepare. I hope she won’t be angry.

As for now…it’s useless to worry anyway. It’s better to get into work first, at least to escape reality for a while.

Then he walked out of the cave.

He looked towards the south, then jumped into the air and flew towards his destination.

According to the coordinates given by another self, Yan Yuan Jinle is currently promoting some very confidential plans in the northwest of Antarctica. Although the specific content is not known, it seems to be related to saving the world. If you go to him, you can get a Become a member of”Beyond Matter” and gain powerful power and so on.

It just so happens that Mizhen now has a strong need for powerful power. Since the other self wants to go there and see for himself, then he should go.

Using the shape of Watanabe Yasuma, it also provides protection.

And it must be of the highest standard of protection.

He has never seen his other self with his own eyes. If he is stupid enough to believe all his remarks under such conditions, then he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

——So what if it’s me? Are you that trustworthy? If I were to go back and see my fifteen-year-old self now, I would be so angry that I would want to rip that idiot’s head off.

By the same token, how could he dare to trust his future self who is more than a hundred years older than his current self?

Besides…that guy’s purpose is to save the world.

It may seem a bit stereotypical to say this, but a guy with an entry like”I must save my world” in the dream column is definitely not a pure and kind person… because he may have his own purposes. He can do anything, and it is normal for him to go crazy and even beat himself up.

To sum up, until further confirmation is obtained, the trust of the other self in Yizhen’s heart is even lower than that of Shikatori Baunsai…

But at the end of the day, I still have to go.

Make money, not shabby.

Taking into account what he learned from Shikatori Ba Yunzai about Yan Yuan Jinle’s ability, Mizhen specially used the same type of power (referring to the spiritual beacon) to set up a layer of shield for himself. Specifically, it was on his own There are some maze-like mechanisms in the world of mental images. Although I don’t know how far they can be achieved because I have never practiced them, they are definitely not walls of mud that will fall down with one push.

Taking into account the ridiculous strength of the first-generation captain, he also took out all kinds of defensive buffs from Kidou’s warehouse and gave them to himself, which cost another”deposit”.

I hope there won’t be any conflicts. I’ve had enough of having to fight before doing anything.

Although every time I think this way, danger will hit the door at an incredible angle, which can be called a fighter jet in the flag.

In this way, after teleporting dozens of times with the help of the black cavity, Mizhen finally arrived at the extreme south of the earth.

Antarctica.

The cold wind, which was tens of degrees below zero, cheered up Mizhen, who was impatient due to a large number of repeated operations (referring to opening the black cavity).

When he was looking for a base in this world, he visited most of the famous scenic spots on the earth, so he was not too surprised by this world covered in silver. It was an ordinary journey.

People are like this. They will feel very novel about unfamiliar things, but after seeing them, unless they are particularly interested, that’s all.

He had seen penguins in person, played with seals, and watched the migration of whales from a distance. The initial excitement had passed, so he didn’t waste a moment on the way. After arriving at the general area indicated by the coordinates, he immediately used his spiritual energy to cover the area. He went down and started a carpet search.

Then he was shocked on the spot

“Damn it……”

Mizhen took a breath of air-conditioning at minus 46 degrees Celsius, and was almost frightened to the point of jumping to the top of the clouds.

He used his spiritual pressure to sense an extremely large amount of colorless and invisible”foreign objects”.

Like some kind of silk thread or pipe, sticky and moist, similar to tentacles or spider webs, spread over the entire Antarctic continent as far as the eye can see in an extremely concealed way.

If he hadn’t greatly improved the accuracy of his spiritual pressure perception in order to find someone, he wouldn’t even be able to see these things at all.

It’s hard for him to explain how weird this”network” feels to people… To describe it, it’s like feeling something pass over his face when he returns from a dream at midnight, and he is confused. He looked around, and when he turned his head, he saw a giant spider the size of a human head lying next to the pillow.

Disgusting, so disgusting.

It would be okay if he didn’t notice it, but after seeing this thing, he felt that he was not in the Antarctic, but in a cold forest made of spider webs, with countless tentacle monsters spreading their own mucus inside. It smelled dirty from top to bottom.

I’m fucking tainted!

Mizhen pinched his throat, forced to swallow back the intense emotions that surged up from deep inside his heart, and then bit the bullet and continued his search.

No…there is nothing near the coordinates except this disgusting network.

He gritted his teeth, endured nausea and descended. After making sure there was nothing unusual, he could only focus on these ubiquitous”threads”.

To be precise, he locked them with his spiritual pressure perception.

This thing has no entity, and is in the shape of a line with a diameter of a few tenths of a millimeter. If you want to analyze it carefully from an unbiased perspective, they should be specially processed spiritual pressure that is similar to the finished ghost path.

But Mizhen has no idea what they are used for.

Thinking that since he couldn’t find it anyway, he might as well try shouting at the top of his lungs, Yizhen called Yan Yuanjinle’s name loudly several times, but failed to get any response except the sound of wind.

Can we only study these disgusting things?

The corner of Mizhen’s mouth twitched a few times, and then he tried to twist some threads, using the most basic research method.

Release the reiatsu to see its reaction.

He was very cautious and only used a wisp of spiritual pressure that could not even crush an ant. After the spiritual pressure came into contact with the silk thread network, he immediately observed an abnormal reaction.

This weird network lights up!

Small and misty green lights traveled through the network like raindrops, mapping out its shape.

These green lights gathered from all directions, and the place of concentration… was right in front of Mizhen!

“！”

He jumped back more than ten meters in an instant, drew his sword, activated his defense, raised his vigilance, and completed the preparation procedures in one go.

Then, just as he was vigilant, these extremely small, almost imperceptible green lights gathered together, revealing a specific shape… a vague human shape.

Dense goosebumps immediately broke out on Mizhen’s arms.

An instinctive feeling of disobedience surged into his soul.

He… couldn’t sense the green man with his spiritual pressure.

It’s not”difficult to perceive”, but”imperceptible”. Different from the visual clarity, in the world of spiritual pressure perception, there is nothing at all where the green humanoid stands, like a void or an abyss. This huge sense of disobedience almost made Mizhen feel that he was seeing an illusion. To be sure, he did not hesitate to delete time for himself, but the situation still did not change.

Naturally, a horrifying possibility appeared in his mind.

Could it be that…this thing…is one dimension higher than me?

The so-called dimension is just borrowed from Aizen, but it actually means that the strength gap between the two sides is so large that they can’t even feel how strong the other side is.

But…how is this possible…?

It doesn’t matter if it’s a guy who looks like the World-Destroying Demon King. How can something like a wild monster on the roadside be one dimension higher than me?

Mizhen swallowed, made up his mind, and directly activated the flow of anger in his body, causing his strength to triple in an instant.

This time, he could vaguely feel something.

The green glowing humanoid seems to be just an appearance. That thing should be an aggregation of some kind of weird power. If you want to summarize it by its nature, this power seems to be full of aggression, apoptosis and withering.

The hairs on Mizhen’s body suddenly burst out instinctively.

It’s not good, this thing is definitely not good!

He swallowed and decided to take a few steps back for the time being – after all, he was looking for someone, not death. When faced with someone who couldn’t see the details at all, it was better to make a decision and then act. There was no need to hold his neck and be tough. Rush upward.

But this withdrawal of good will end the matter.

The green humanoid turned its head suddenly. Since it had no eyes, Yazhen was not sure whether he was being targeted, but his instincts were frantically warning him, as if his head would fall to the ground in the next moment.

“Well…here is……”

The green figure made a slightly confused voice.

This voice seems a little bit… familiar? Have I heard this sound somewhere?

After thinking briefly in his mind, he came to his senses.

Hey, hey, hey, isn’t this the voice of Tsunayashiro Goto?!

No…what’s going on?! After the first-generation captains gathered together, why did even the ancestors of the nobles start to gather together?! My front foot was caught by Urahara Reika, so why did my back foot hit Tsunayashiro Mido’s face? Did you old antiques make an appointment to mess with me?!

A feeling of horror flashed through his heart. After taking a few seconds to calm down, Mizhen raised his eyebrows and realized the disharmony of the situation.

The green light that made up the green figure… seemed too little.

If he really had to try his best to feel the slightest trace of this thing, he might not be able to withstand even one look from this thing. But so far, except for the mental pressure caused by scaring himself, under any objective conditions No injuries occurred.