Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

"...What do you mean?" In Tu Mi's words, Xie Zhifei felt a deep chill, as if an icy long snake was swimming along the bone marrow, freezing to the bone.

"The so-called "lifting the sky" means to support ordinary people to the sky. You are the cornerstone, and support the scorpions to a place where they can talk to the heavens and the earth."

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Chapter VII Expedition

"What the **** do you mean!" Some words are born with some kind of fascinating power, such as what Tu Mi said just now, Xie Zhifei was stunned for a few seconds before reacting. Tu Mi had already turned his head and walked out several meters. Hurry up to keep up and ask.

But this time Tu Mi didn't mean to answer, just kept walking somewhere. Xie Zhifei saw that she didn't say a word, so she could only follow. Although there is no explanation, Tu Mi should be the one who is responsible for leading him, so whether she wants to talk to him or not, he has to follow her.

As for the place to go, of course, there is only Mochi who has been appearing in the conversation. As long as he gets to that place, all the problems will disappear. Mochi, Qingtian, Zhizi, too many doubts condensed in his heart.

Clouds cover the fog, there is no distinction between spring and summer between the mountains, the thick water vapor soaks the clothes and makes people feel dazzled, because no matter it is the way forward or the way back, it is deeply immersed in the thick white in the fog. Xie Zhifei looked at the things around him as he walked, thinking that Ning Caichen was probably in the same situation when he entered Lanruo Temple, this kind of trivial matter.

"It's here." It was Tu Mi's voice that interrupted Xie Zhifei's reverie. A second later, Xie Zhifei would bump into the girl's back. But anyway, he was forced to stop a few centimeters away. Touching his nose and giving a dark cry, he leaned out from behind the girl. In front of it was another small mountain range, with hills several hundred meters high, and dozens of celestial foxes in white clothes were already waiting at that place. There are several small courtyards on the hillside.

But what stood out more than that was the blackness between the mountains, a large dry pond. It was like a big stain among the misty, smoky hills. Destroying a peerless painting with one stroke is nothing more than that.

The further forward, the more strange Xie Zhifei felt, what exactly is the so-called Mochi? The deepest part of the dried-up pond is not half a meter deep, and its size is not ten meters square. Although it is pitch black as ink, it is not too much to hold water. This strange size made Xie Zhifei even more puzzled. In the worst plan he made before, the so-called filling the ink pool was just to take the blood of him and the boss, but even a few hundred more blood of his own would not be enough. . But if it's really cool work, it's not too hard work here.

He was still in doubt, and Po Jun followed the two of them out. Then the Tianhu clan walked out of an old woman with a childish face, holding a long dragon-headed staff with her protruding hand. He asked, "Has Jasmine's Qingtian already brought?" Both Tu Mi and the girl in front of Po Jun sang a promise.

"Then let's start. I hope this time Qingtian can fill the ink pool and pave the way for heaven." The old woman said so, and then she retreated. Several people who were waiting on the side suddenly embraced, and several hands groped up and down on Xie Zhifei. If he hadn't seen that the BOSS was being treated the same way, he would have turned around and stayed and planned to flee. There was no other reason. The hands that fumbled up and down were all from the girl.

After cleaning up for a while, Xie Zhifei was surprised to find that all the extra items on his body had disappeared. Including drugs in the cuff, stains in the belt, and even a button bomb, the medal on the chest certainly didn't escape doom. He even saw the elastic grass placed in the shoes being pulled out. The Fool's equipment has completely become a suit of ordinary workmanship.

Before he had time to protest, he saw Liyan walked up and walked up, followed by a girl with a tray, Liyan stepped forward and helped Xie Zhifei to sort out the messy collar for a while. This action made Xie Zhifei's face turn red. "There is no way to bring any auxiliary things into the ancient battlefield. We will return these things to you after they come out."

"Desolate Ancient Battlefield?" Another new term made Xie Zhifei's head confused. His answer caused Li Yan to raise her eyebrows, and then she instantly understood what was going on. She turned her head and glared at Tu Mi beside her. "As a leader, why didn't you tell Qingtian about the Huanggu battlefield?"

"Because he's too stupid!" Tu Mi was a bachelor, stuck out his tongue at Li Yan, and then turned his head away.

Looking at her appearance, Li Yan stomped her feet, but she also understood that it was not the time to be angry with Tu Mi, so she turned to look at Xie Zhifei. He said quickly, "The ink that can be produced in the ink pool can improve the chances of Tianhu feeling the world. The more ink, the more the improvement! A completely filled ink pool can bring nearly 40% of the world's approval. possibility!"

"And to produce ink, you need to enter the ancient battlefield. It is a strange plane connected to this world, full of monsters and battles! With countless killings, ink will automatically condense in the ink pool. Come."

"So the longer Qingtian persists, the more ink that can condense! But you can only enter no more than three people at a time. Once there are more people, the ink pool will reset, so Tianhu is always looking for The strong come to fill the ink pool for themselves."

Unlike Tu Mi, who was rambling about, the anxious Li Yan didn't say a word of nonsense, but only told Xie Zhifei what he was dealing with in a few sentences.

"Open the hole!" Following the old woman's words, Xie Zhifei saw dozens of white-clothed men standing in front of the mountain at the same time pulling out their knives and swiping their wrists, a flash of silver light. Dozens of blood lines shot out. And the old woman even put the dragon head stick on the ground, punched her chest, opened her mouth, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. As the blood of this heart dissipated, the blood lines in the sky seemed to be guided by something, and flowed along a mysterious trajectory.

"The monsters in the ancient battlefield are very strong! And as you stay longer and longer, they will become stronger and stronger!" Li Yan took something from the tray behind him and put it into Xie Zhifei's clothes, biting his own The finger was a little between Xie Zhifei's eyebrows, but his mouth was still talking.

"Open!" The old woman stretched out her hand and smashed into the sky, the blood condensed into mysterious characters in the air vibrated at the same time, and more blood leaving the body of the white clothed man made them fall far away.

"No matter how many injuries you suffer in the ancient battlefield, crush this jade pendant and you can teleport it out without risking your life! So hold on for as long as you can!" Li Yan's words expressed the taste of pleading.

"Go ahead!" After the old woman said these words, Li Yan bit her lip, but she still took a step back. Give the road to Xie Zhifei. All the people in white fell to the ground, Xie Zhifei could see at a glance that they were not dead, but they were already suffocated because of the massive blood loss. This must be very uncomfortable, he made such a judgment because of long-term anemia.

The old woman with the dragon head stick is as blue as the dragon mother in the ghost movie. She was completely propped on the ground by the crutches in her hand, but behind her, among the mountains, a dark cave appeared quietly.

Po Jun first took a step forward, strode towards the cave, and Xie Zhifei quickly followed. Li Yan bowed to the end behind him, "I wish Wan Sheng!" The women in ancient times shouted such words as they watched the soldiers guarding the homeland and defending the land.

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Chapter 8 The Cage of Thinking

Although he followed Po Jun and took the step into the cave, Xie Zhifei found that he had lost the majestic figure in front of him. At the moment of taking a step, the difference between light and dark that was much stronger than he thought still caused him to lose his vision for about a second before he could see the scene in front of him clearly.

It only took him a short time to accept the unknown whereabouts of the broken army. The moment of losing vision is not only because oneself entered the darkness from a bright place, but the hole that disappeared behind is also proof of this, just like entering the mirror water and leaving the sky, Liyan also mentioned that the so-called ancient battlefield is also A new plane, and planes teleporting to different places is a normal thing.

And he felt that before he left, he probably wouldn't have the chance to see Po Jun again. Although Li Yan only mentioned a few things due to limited time, it did not prevent Xie Zhifei from inferring more information from it. Everyone's ancient battlefield is different, and you can only face it yourself. Otherwise, Li Yan's request to himself should not be 'hold on for a while' but try his best to find a broken army. The two of them team up, and they can last longer without a doubt.

Reach out and touch the jade in the pocket of the trousers, the small jade is warm and moist, and it can be crushed by light force. After doing these things, he looked up at the scene in front of him.

The dark cave, with the marks on the walls of knives and axe, is full of a primitive sense of power. The humidity in the air is very high, and an unknown moss glows light green. It is the only bright scene in the entire cave. The front and back are the same. The tunnel is long and deep, and the horizon is endless. To brighten something, it is better to say how deep the darkness around you is. The dark, rolling darkness with its own life completely surrounded people in the middle.

After walking for only a short while, Xie Zhifei frowned and stopped. He found that he began to lose his judgment of distance. Whether it was forward or backward, the only thing that could be used as coordinates was the glowing moss on the road, but they were becoming more and more sparse, and there would have been a place for tens of meters. Now he felt like he had to walk a hundred meters to see one. And even going back the same way, the moss was getting thinner, as if he was only halfway down a one-way street. There is no front and back, no distance.

How do humans determine their own existence? social contact? Affirmation of others? Or the influence of foreign objects? These are the ways in which humans recognize their own existence. Together, these things anchor the concept of 'I' in this world. But if these things disappear, what should people use to determine their own existence?

There are no outsiders around, and the vision is limited to the small glowing moss. In more than 90% of the time, you can't even see your own fingers. No matter how loudly you shout, you will be quickly chopped by a rough knife. The scars and the hollow walls themselves absorbed it, making one wonder if he had ever made that cry.

Finally, the moss disappeared, no matter how far it went, the erratic, unstable last anchor point disappeared into the roadway. Is it that 'I' has not moved forward? What kind of concept is the so-called forward? Or, is that moss itself something that doesn't exist? Because there is no such thing either forward or backward, is there? What is the so-called before and after?

'I'... what is it?

"Qingtian No. 1 breaks through the prison of thinking and enters the ancient battlefield." The people in white on the hills have disappeared, only the old woman is still pale and sitting in front of Mochi, and Xie Zhifei, who should have stepped into the cave He and Po Jun were both sitting cross-legged in the middle of the ink pool, like the eyes of two Tai Chi fish facing each other. Several celestial foxes gathered around them constantly collecting their status. A Tianhu beside Po Jun suddenly raised his head and said.

A low voice of admiration sounded in the crowd. Although this speed has also appeared in history, it is undoubtedly one of the best. After all, Po Jun's reputation has never been based on his temperament, and everyone's expectations for him are more in the future battles, but the facts now tell everyone that this man is so impeccable in every way.

"Qingtian No. 2, right-brain associations appeared, and I initially fell into a state of self-doubt!" The words of the people around Xie Zhifei made the excited people back to silence again. Sure enough? Everyone was silent in their hearts.

Liyan turned his head and glanced at the huge hourglass behind him, fifteen minutes? That is 15 hours, and then the brows are tightly locked together. In an absolutely closed space, after the sound and light are lost, people will go through a process of tearing their own sensory world, and then their own value system may also collapse. Generally, this time is around 2 o'clock.

Mania, hallucinations, and loss of control over the senses and even the body. In fact, this is a kind of self-denial. Instinct denies something that cannot be perceived and believed, but reason believes in the existence of such a thing, and people will be consumed in this kind of hedging and become a madman.

This happens even faster in the Mind Prison, where the rich darkness and glowing moss are catalysts that catalyze cognitive distortions of distance, direction, and sound and light, fueling this conflict of instinct and reason. This empty space is the prison, the prisoners are themselves, and the guards are themselves. Because there is nothing, not even to find anything to prove that he exists, so he will not believe in his own existence. This is an endless loop.

Li Yan bit his lower lip, is it still a little difficult for this young man? Li Yan wanted to go forward and help Xie Zhifei squeeze the jade in his pocket, and if he fell into the prison of thinking, he would not even be able to break the jade and escape. As a result, if he was not a lunatic, he would become a fool.

Liyan turned his head and glanced at Po Jun's position. Behind him, a black spring seemed to slowly spread on the ground, and a small spring spurted oil-like viscous ink behind him. As long as he is there, even a few people will be fine, Li Yan thought.

The boy in front of him was pale, and the closed eyelids kept shaking, showing that the owner of the body was in an extremely unstable state, and the breath was thick and thin. This was the precursor to the collapse of the body. The cerebellum has begun to show paralysis symptoms.

But when she really wanted to reach out, Liyan hesitated. She understood that the boy in front of her was a good person and a candidate for this year's contract. He was even Lily's good friend, but she just couldn't do it. ! Because whenever there is still a possibility, she seems to bring Lily closer to success...

When Lily becomes a nephew, the shadow and shame that has been shrouded in the two sisters will be able to be washed away. Breaking the army is very strong, but if Xie Zhifei can also complete a little, then the possibility of success will be much higher, right?

Just as she hesitated, beads of sweat rolled down from the boy in front of her. The white shirt was soaked by the sweat, wrinkled and clinging to the skin, but her face was as red as a boiled hairy crab. Li Yan understood that she couldn't wait any longer, and stretched out her hand suddenly, but at the moment when her hand was about to touch Xie Zhifei's body.

A crisp but vague voice came from Xie Zhifei's body, it was Long Yin! No matter how small, Longyin is Longyin!

With the sound of the dragon roar, Xie Zhifei's face slowly recovered, his breathing became gentle, and his body no longer swayed. In Li Yan's surprised eyes, a little black appeared in front of Xie Zhifei, although it was only the size of a longan. But it is for real!

"Qingtian 2, break through the cage of thinking and enter the ancient battlefield!"

Xie Zhifei, who finally stepped out of the deep tunnel, looked at the crimson world in front of him and took a deep breath. The rich smell of blood poured into his nostrils. The hot and dry wind accompanied by the smell of rust made his throat hurt. Pain like life.

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Chapter 9 The Ancient Battlefield

Xie Zhifei didn't have time to sigh the bitter pain between his heart and lungs, and a deeper hostility came on the surface, which was so overwhelming that people could hardly breathe. It is not hatred from a certain creature or a certain ethnic group, but the existence of the entire century has expressed its rejection of Xie Zhifei standing here. It was disgusting, Xie Zhifei could clearly feel this feeling.

There is no light source, but the whole world is a strange dark red. There is no wind, but the fog that is half a person's height is always slowly dispersing and surging. The crimson sky and the purple-black ground were covered with cracks and broken swords, and countless blood dripped in the ground. Stepping on each foot is like stepping on some kind of sticky paste-like product, and you can feel the soil under your feet slip and squeeze away.

The thick **** smell spreads from far to near, infiltrating all things in the world, and the eternal silence diffuses, as if the whole world has just bled to death. This is the ancient battlefield, outside the world, the forgotten land,