Chapter 274 (1/2)
Aoki took two steps forward, and the sound of stepping shocked Zhao Pengcheng very uncomfortable. He felt that his body was about to fall apart, but the spiritual energy wrapped him tightly and made him unable to move at all.
He had no ability to resist because he shot his spiritual power through the knife just now. Originally, in his own dream space, this power can be recovered and lost in the battle with the other party at most. But now it has become stealing chicken without eroding rice. Not only can it not hurt each other's hair, but the spiritual power released by itself is gone, just like being absorbed by others.
Zhao Pengcheng thought of a skill in a martial arts novel that specifically absorbs the power of others. He began to doubt whether there were such people among the strong men of mankind. Would the internal force in the novel refer to the power of consciousness or the power of spirit?
Aoki walked up to Zhao Pengcheng and took the scalpel from him. The little scalpel was bright and there was no blood. There is no spiritual force attached to it. It's just an ordinary object created by Zhao Pengcheng according to his memory in his dream.
However, Aoki just touched it gently with his fingers, and the scalpel emitted light. The light is a little dazzling and can't be seen directly. But Zhao Pengcheng had to look at it, because the light was not only in front of him, but everywhere.
The light became more and more prosperous and blazing. At once, it was like a shining white hole in Qingmu's hand. Zhao Pengcheng could not see Qingmu's face or everything around him. There was only white light left in the whole dream.
Zhao Pengcheng knows that this is not real light, but spiritual power. This mental strength is more than a hundred times stronger than the strength he just coagulated in the knife. Only then did he believe that his blow just now was not as good as a three-year-old child in front of others.
”You kill me,” said Zhao Pengcheng, a little desperate.
The light was slightly reduced, and the dark shadow of green wood could be seen. He said, ”you're afraid of death, aren't you?”
”Joke!” Zhao Pengcheng said proudly, ”only you earth will be afraid. We don't fear such things.”
”But you are afraid now. You are in fear.” Aoki smiled.
”That's the emotion produced by the body. It secretes too much adrenaline,” Zhao Pengcheng said.
”But you must admit that this is caused by your consciousness. Without the source of consciousness, you can't activate the judgment of danger in memory,” Aoki said.
Zhao Pengcheng argued, ”but this is ultimately because humans have such a physiological response mechanism.”
”Well, you're not afraid of death,” Aoki said, ”but since you've tried hard to get a probation at last, it means you don't want to die, right?”
Zhao Pengcheng said, ”this is the instinct of life.”
”Instinct?” Aoki shook the shining knife in his hand, ”then survival should also be instinct.”
Zhao Pengcheng felt a hot air burning himself. This is a kind of spiritual erosion. It consumes you bit by bit, just like the ancient cutting punishment. Cutting on your body one by one without letting you die is 10000 times more painful than beheading.
”Who the hell are you?” Zhao Pengcheng asked painfully.
”I'm Aoki.” Aoki still replied briefly.
Zhao Pengcheng shook his head: ”you are not human.”
Aoki said with a smile, ”why do you say that?”
Zhao Pengcheng said, ”human beings can't have monsters like you. Your spiritual power is so powerful that it looks like the ancestor in our race legend.”
Aoki was stunned and said, ”what legacy?”
”I don't know. You know we are pure conscious bodies and have no memory.”
”Then how do you know the existence of 'left ancestors'?”
”This is just a noun. After we parasitized on the earth, we named him according to human culture.”
”At least this thing does exist. That means you have memory. Otherwise, where did these messages come from?”