I rarely have the opportunity to make time to think about my superpowers. In the past, I used to inspire, advance, and transform at the moment of danger. I basically used it when I was using it, and it was always so hasty.

Occasionally, I am strolled around in the sea of ​​consciousness and had no clue. As a result, I do not have enough understanding of my own abilities.

The night on the grassland is not quiet, and the long roars of animals come from outside the window, but they are not close to the city.

When I returned to the room, Ha Shanzheng and Xiaolang were fighting for a rabbit doll in the living room. The moment I entered the door, the rabbit was torn in half.

The overly bleached cotton fell out, and the rabbit's plastic eyeballs jumped under the sofa. Hashan quickly spit out the broken rabbit in his mouth, squatted down and looked at the sky with an innocent look on his face.

The little wolf took half of the rabbit to me like a show of flaunt, and placed it at my feet. It knew that this thing was not eaten, so it was just a souvenir worth showing off.

The little wolf looked up at me, looking at me with a look of praise, and his wet little eyes were neither like a wolf nor a dog.

Perhaps influenced by the black and red worms and leopard people, my attitude towards mutant beasts has changed now, and I always feel that the little wolf's eyes look very similar to humans.

Although it is still young and innocent, its eyes are shining with the light that only intelligent life can have.

I gently touched the top of its head, like to Nini and Cao Baoyang, wolves are not pets. Regardless of whether they mutate or not, the nature of this creature determines that they cannot become human pets.

"Awesome, okay, go to bed now. You two sleep on the sofa. I want to go back to work in the room, good night."

I gestured while saying that, pointing to the sofa and bedroom door, and Hashan and Xiaolang nodded at the same time.

This anthropomorphic response made me more sure that the little wolf is definitely not an ordinary mutant beast, or that it will never stop moving forward on the road of evolution.

"Huh?" Before we started our meal, my mother put the stewed meat distributed to Hashan in a basin and brought it to our house. I remember my mother put the basin on the coffee table, and Hashan also ate it on the coffee table.

Now I wanted to put away the basin, but I found that the coffee table was clean and the basin was gone.

Seeing that my eyes stopped on the coffee table first, then searched around. The little wolf immediately bit my pants and pulled me towards the kitchen.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw the missing stainless steel basin lying in the sink, filled with water.

Although the little wolf is smart, its height is limited and it does not have anything to trample on the power of the force, so it cannot turn on the faucet.

"Is Ha Shankai?" I asked.

The little wolf nodded again, then ran out happily. I followed back to the living room. Ha Shan had already jumped onto the sofa, chose a comfortable position, and put his head on the sofa cushion. It seemed that he was planning to go to bed.

The little wolf jumped up and squeezed into the middle of Ha Shan and the backrest of the sofa, and closed his eyes in his arms.

Although I know that Ha Shan is a human and Xiaolang may evolve into a human in the future, at this moment, watching two furry dumplings slept together, I still feel that I am about to be cute.

This warm picture made me feel happy. I turned off the lights in the living room and walked into the bedroom with light steps.

Gu Yu and Shangguan Li and the others didn't know what time they would talk about, and maybe they would discuss it until dawn, so I didn't wait for him.

There is a mahogany rocking chair in front of the window of the master bedroom. The other furniture in the room is in pure white and gold-edged. The overall decoration style of this house is European. This antique mahogany rocking chair is placed in it, which looks extremely abrupt.

Perhaps the person who once lived in this room was older and liked to lie in this rocking chair in the afternoon and enjoy the warm sunshine.

I sat in the rocking chair, relaxed my body and swayed slightly, feeling like I was riding a boat.

The rocking chair was covered with thick carpets and the chairs were well maintained, so no noise was made to break the tranquility of the room.

I turned my head, the light golden curtains were open, and the soft moonlight was lit outside the window, and the city became an abstract painting composed of many blurred shadows.

I first relaxed my spirit, controlled my breathing, gradually closed my eyes, and allowed myself to penetrate into the sea of ​​consciousness.

This time I didn't rush to do anything, I just floated around calmly, as if it was my first visit.

I have always believed that the sea of ​​consciousness is a void space, and the energy absorbed in the past was quickly digested by it, so it is always empty and chaotic.

I never thought about how mental power was produced, and why such a vast sea of ​​consciousness had never been filled with it.

Only by understanding my abilities enough can I flexibly use my superpowers, I don’t have to compete with the enemy for superpower levels.

I remembered that Bai Junyang once asked me to exercise to detect the world inside my body, so I carried out a double scan and examined my body and mind at the same time.

I have pretended to die, and I have really died, and I have suffered countless injuries. However, I have not checked my body for a long time.

The powerful resilience of higher zombies makes me full of confidence in myself. No matter how much injury I suffer, I will always heal quickly.

But when I checked my body cells, I found that my cell resilience was not that strong, at least it was much different from what I thought.

I opened my eyes and decided to do a small experiment. I took off my outer pants and walked into the bathroom, rolled up my long pants to expose my calves.

I stepped on the edge of the toilet and stabbed my dagger into my calf. I first stabbed a relatively shallow hole, and the wound healed quickly.

Then I increased the force and made a deep blood hole in my leg, and the blood fell into the toilet, but the wound healed quickly.

The two healing takes about the same time, but when I find that when the wound is deep, the sea of ​​consciousness will divide energy to help the cells in my body improve their recovery.

But when the wound is shallow, it does not, that is, the cell's own repair power is not that strong.

For example, my cells are B-level abilities. When they encounter A-level abilities, my mental power will temporarily mention them to the level of A-level abilities until the end of the battle.

I had no feelings at all before, but I might not have noticed it. If death is considered injured, then resurrection will rely not only on mutant cells, but on the powerful supply of mental power.

No wonder Hu Tao and his friends took longer to heal their wounds than me. It turned out that they did not inherit completely, but they did not have the strong mental power as strong as me.

So if they suffer fatal injuries, there is no possibility of resurrection. Then if their mental power is so strong that it can be reshaped?

Did the thing that changed my face with me use concrete mental power to make a fake body, or did it recreate a new flesh and blood body?

I have never linked my mental power to my body. After all, the spirit is a very abstract thing, and the body is matter.

Just like no matter how a person has a split personality, he is still a body, and he will not separate n different new individuals due to schizophrenia.

This bold idea made my hair stand upside down. I pulled out one of my hair and infused it with mental power to see if it could become another me.

As a result, I pulled out dozens of hair and nothing was changed. I felt both disappointed and relieved.

I still couldn't reach the level of that thing, but I was not discouraged. I continued to check my body, and it surely made me find some new discoveries.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there are many dark shadows, like shadows on x-rays, which are the same color as the dark sea of ​​consciousness, reminding me of the joke of the crow flying into the forest at night.

Their existence does not hurt or itch, nor does it affect my actions and use of supernatural powers. However, these things appear in my sea of ​​consciousness, and I have to figure out what it is.

It seems that I found an unknown mass in my stomach. If it is not food, it is probably a lesion.

I first tried to 'digest' it with my mental power and found that this trick worked, which means it is not something that cannot be digested.

Perhaps they are energy that has not been completely absorbed in the past, and become "food accumulation" piled up in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It is very difficult to digest this kind of thing. I use all my super-level A mental abilities, and I can only reduce the shadow by one millimeter at a time.

This is undoubtedly a stupid method, but it is the only method at present. I am like a patient with cleanliness, constantly doing dirty cleaning work.

After washing it for more than three hours, I digested all the shadows. Before I could enjoy the fruits of my labor, my brain fell into a shutdown state.

After my brain cooled down and restarted, I gradually regained my consciousness and found that I was still immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

I floated in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then was stunned by the changes around me, almost wanting to roar!

After several hours of my efforts, the void space finally became a garbage recycling bin?

Unfortunately, I have no eyes, so I can't confirm that I'm dazzled by rubbing my eyes.

There are indeed all kinds of objects floating in the sea of ​​consciousness, colorful and colorful, and all of them are flawed or damaged.

The surface is covered with cracks, stones, soil blocks, and sewage that is clear in green and yellow, and rusty metal.

There are also many things that I can’t name, but there is nothing like a ‘new product’ anyway.

I classified them one by one, no matter where they came from, now they have entered my mind, and I have to clean up no matter how messy or broken it up.

When I "see" a few clusters of small flames that seemed to be extinguished at any time, I suddenly remembered the ball of supernatural fire that was given to Zheng Chao. It was a flame that wandered out of the body after the supernatural person died.

If the flame represents the fire-type psychogenic, then are these rags all from different types of psychogenic?

But why are they in my sea of ​​consciousness? I recalled that the time when they absorb superpowers on a large scale was to deal with bandits in Tibetan areas.

But after I absorbed their superpowers, I used them immediately. Why are there any remaining ones?

Is it true that it is food accumulation... I didn't feel anything before, and I thought that the energy that is absorbed into the sea of ​​consciousness is all about, but who knows it is the entity that is concretely embodied in the spiritual power.

This discovery overturned past experience. When Zheng Chao and Gu Yu absorbed mental power to visualize entities, they were both in reality, and entities had never entered their spiritual world.

Besides, the abilities in Tibetan areas are not of high level. Logically speaking, they do not have the ability to visualize their mental power.
Chapter completed!