Still no head.

"call......"

My mental state doesn't seem to have changed.

So the problem is...

Zuo Jian was stunned, and a faint golden color floated by his hand.

That is a ginkgo leaf.

Am I leaning against that ginkgo tree right now?

"That tree has always been there? I thought it was just before—"

He turned his head, and when he saw the scenery behind him, he was stunned.

The tall ginkgo trees are no longer pure golden yellow.

Half of the trunk and leaves turned into hideous flesh and blood.

The part of the tree branch where leaves should have grown was stuck together by a large amount of flesh and blood, like half a human brain.

As for the tree trunk, densely packed eyeballs are now spread all over every corner, and from time to time sticky tentacles emerge from it and crawl towards the branches that have not yet been assimilated.

"Damn it, how could it become like this? This is just a space constructed by the subconscious mind..."

"Wait... subconscious..."

Zuo Jian suddenly understood something.

“Is this, the anchor?”

He thought of a theory.

Everyone has an unchanging area in their heart, where the most important objects or scenes in their life are stored.

No matter how bad your mental state is, it will help you stabilize yourself and prevent you from collapsing easily.

This kind of existence is often called a spiritual anchor.

His anchor is this ginkgo tree under the setting sun.

What if this anchor point is eroded by this flesh and blood?

........

"What's this?"

Just at the moment he was observing the ginkgo.

Next to the tree, a mirror that looked like it was made of gold caught his attention.

He walked forward and found that there were already several cracks on the mirror surface.

Different images are now repeatedly circulating in the mirror.

Circular saw, blue blood, dance music, plaster statues.

as well as.

He watched as the final scene transformed into a not-so-spacious hut.

The young white-haired girl staggered over to a piece of plaster carrying a small stool.

She put down the stool, picked up the hammer and chisel beside her, and struck each blow with infinite expectation.

"Laurentina?"

Zuo Jian realized that this was the other party's spiritual anchor point.

But why did it crack?

Deep Sea Church?!

If I am not mistaken, if I were not there, would this anchor point that turned into a mirror be shattered and collapse due to the repeated torture from that group of scum?

If so, what kind of mental trauma would she suffer?

Of course, when Zuo Jian was thinking, he suddenly remembered his anchor point.

Besides eroding themselves, will they also erode Laurentina?

"Pfft!"

The finger bones pierced directly into the flesh and tore it off the ginkgo tree.

"I am... a human!"

"How could I allow the instincts of living things to take away my thoughts??!"

(After lying down for a day, I feel a little better...)

(Then I checked my phone and saw the news about Girls’ Frontline 2. I had been busy with Monster Hunter and hadn’t paid any attention to the Internet before.)

(After a quick glance, I was like???)

(Thank you, this is an 18-year-old account. I’ve played more than games. Now I’ve become a regular player.)

(The disease didn’t defeat me, you almost sent me away, I flew you in the wings?)

(Damn it, if I wasn’t sick and played Monster Hunter every day, I wouldn’t have seen the information about Girls’ Frontline 2!)

Chapter 26, Zuo Jian, help me! !

"damn it......"

Zuo Jian leaned against the tree, looking at the flesh that had almost been peeled off.

Almost every time I peeled off a part, there was a whisper echoing in my ears.

He couldn't hear the noisy noise and didn't want to listen.

Although there was no skin, the moment the finger bones pierced into the flesh, a burning pain continued to come.

and......

"Is it because the parasite is too active? Every time the flesh and blood are reorganized, spread, and changed, they will continue to erode my spiritual anchor point."

He stood up and looked at the broken ginkgo tree.

There were still some traces of blood on the bald half.

There are solutions.

You just need to come back here every once in a while to deal with the constantly eroding flesh and blood.

But you have to control the number of free changes...Should you tell Laurentina?

.......No.

She's just a young child, and she needs to worry about these things for me, an adult?

According to Laurentina, she has lost her so-called hometown, and the only connection she has is to find her surviving companions on land.

Like a boat drifting in the endless sea.

Confused, unable to see the so-called future.

Perhaps she will never find her companions in her entire life, and will end up living in this strange land without a sense of belonging.

.....But now that she has found a companion on this leaf boat, she has inevitably become dependent on him.

Maybe in the future, she will meet more people and more companions.

Make the future no longer confusing and make you no longer lonely.

But now...

Her body

I am the only one here.

Loneliness and confusion, in the midst of the pain of misfortune, are enough to drive anyone crazy.

What's more, Laurentina is actually just a simple girl.

He would not let the other party worry meaninglessly.

"At most, I can come back here and clean it up from time to time."

Zuo Jian turned his head and looked at the broken tree.

"What? You make me look like an old man with a child. I'm only... a few years old."

"Ah, I was such a failure in my previous life. I worked so much overtime that I forgot how many birthdays I had. It seems I am really an old man now."

He stood up with emotion, ready to bring his consciousness back up and wake up again.

?

In a trance, he seemed to sense a new channel emerging.

It was as if there was only one door in the original room, and when it was opened, Laurentina was outside.

However, at this moment, another gate is slowly forming...

.....

Zuo Jian roughly guessed where this door led to.

Has the part of flesh and blood that turned into a hunting dog and went out to hunt come back?

There is no need to pay attention to them for now, just let them continue to maintain their disguise.

After giving a simple instruction, he ignored it.

.....

..

"little girl?"

Laurentina frowned, looking at the thin figure walking out of the shadows.

"No, don't hit me. I'm different from them. I know you're not a bad person."

The other party quickly waved his hand to indicate his intention.

"Oh?"

The former looked up and down at the thin girl in front of him.

"How do you know I'm not a bad person?"

"Eyes, there is no malice in your eyes."

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The girl in front of me is completely different from the others.

In other words, it is completely different from this abnormal city.

She was able to communicate normally, which made Laurentina realize that she had not learned Iberian incorrectly.

At the same time, her thinking was not as rough as the two guys who had just been knocked to the ground.

"I just wanted to teach the little devil behind you a lesson."

"Lessons, bench? Why?"

"He took my things."

"what?!"

The girl was stunned, then turned around and looked seriously at the child behind her who was called Bench.

"Bench, what did you take? You can't just take other people's things!"

"Oooooh, wooden frame, it hurts, it's bright, it's hard."

The child called Bench whimpered as he handed the metal clothing ornament that he couldn't bite into the girl's hand.

"Wow, it's all saliva. I'm sorry, bench. This child is still young. He doesn't know what he shouldn't touch. I'm sorry, it's all saliva."

Wooden frame? Is that the girl's name? It's simple and casual enough. And the kid's name is bench?

Are the names of the residents here so... wild?

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