The moment the fishing boat collided with the carcass of a dry camel, the sound of rough waves faintly sounded in Zhao Yuan's ears.In the next moment, the maroon world in front of him was replaced by a blue sea, and the fishing boat was quietly docked on the sea, and the sun hung motionless in the sky."
Here?"
Looking at the calm sea around him, Zhao Yuan's face showed a somewhat puzzled expression at the right time."
This is the world of representations constructed by my memories."
Bang!
Pulling down the rope and re-tying the agitated sails, Hemingway turned around and took out a bottle of rum from the fishing boat's compartment and poured it into his mouth.Drain the rum in your hand and throw the empty bottle into the sea behind you.Hemingway sat down heavily and let the fishing boat under him shake a little, turned his head to look at Zhao Yuan on the boat, raised his eyebrows and formed clear lines on his forehead and replied to Zhao Yuan: "I said that the spirit world is the world of appearances, and everything here is constructed by the memories of countless spirits, which naturally includes my memory world." ”"The world of memory is the most important existence for the spirit in the spirit realm, because it represents the spirit itself.Spirits have no senses, for them everything is nothing, no joy, no pain, no consciousness, only memory can let us know who we are. ”Facing Zhao Yuan in front of him, he solemnly explained the importance of memory to the spirit.Hemingway's words changed sharply, and he brought the topic back to the spiritual realm in front of him."
Of course, in addition to the memory world of the spirit itself, the entire spiritual world is in fact also constructed of all kinds of mixed memories, however, just as the memories of good people are often good, and evil people often have evil thoughts, because the memory is good or bad, and the world constructed is not the same, a large number of good memories form the upper world of the spirit world, where all the good memories of the spirit are condensed, and countless complicated memories make up the middle world, which is the closest place to the real world, And all kinds of sin, confusion, and resentful memories are turned into the lower world of the spirit world. ”"The lower world?"
Hearing Hemingway's division of the spiritual world, Zhao Yuan subconsciously linked it to the fierce spiritual world or hell mentioned in Marilyn Raphael's psychic notes.Regarding the lower world in Hemingway's mouth, Zhao Yuan's heart gave birth to a little idea of exploration.However, considering what happened to them before, it was clear that the spirit world was not calm, on the contrary, it was more dangerous than he expected.Therefore, Zhao Yuan felt that it was necessary to put the plan of exploring the world under the spirit realm back down.At least until, he has enough to protect himself in the spirit realm, and after the spirit realm is set up more perfectly."
The lower world is an extremely dangerous world, and even I dare not set foot in it easily."
Noticing Zhao Yuan's muttering to himself, Hemingway on the other side said with a look of jealousy flashing on his face."
But, if I'm not mistaken, Marilyn Raphael has ever entered the lower spirit realm herself?""
Marilyn."
Hearing this familiar name that appeared in Zhao Yuan's mouth, the expression on Hemingway's face was in a trance."
Marilyn is special, I have never met a more daring and special being than her" Looking at the calm sea, Hemingway seemed to fall into some kind of memory.After a long time, it came back to its senses, restrained the emotions on its face and said to Zhao Yuan."
Although I can't take you to the lower world, I know a gateway to the middle world, where you may be able to feel the wonder or weirdness of the spirit world and satisfy your curiosity about the spirit world."
As Hemingway's words fell, he pulled the rope again, and the sails were stirred again, and the originally calm sea below him became turbulent in an instant.Countless waves crashed against the small fishing boat, sharks began to surround the fishing boat, Hemingway raised his arm, and in an instant, an old fishing rod with a mottled surface appeared in his hand, waving the rod in his hand, and the hook seemed to be hooked somewhere under the guidance of some invisible force."
Hold on to the fishing boat!"
Pulling the fishing rod, the fishing line at the other end was tightly straightened, and Hemingway reminded Zhao Yuan in his hoarse and rough voice.At the same time, the arm that grabbed the fishing rod suddenly exerted force, and the whole fishing boat seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and broke through a certain layer of invisible barrier in the wind and waves."
Alright, we're here."
With the crisp cracking sound in his ears, when Zhao Yuan raised his head again.Gone are the rough seas, replaced by a bustling city street.Countless people or spirits shuttled among them, and on the road, Zhao Yuan saw a modern car driving rapidly, but at the same time, he also saw a horse-drawn carriage driving it, and even a strange-looking steam car was walking along the road.In the distance, on the elevated road, with a loud whistling sound, steam trains with billowing smoke and modern trains passed side by side, and at the platform, countless spirits in different costumes walked down the train.Standing at the corner of the street, watching these shuttled vehicles, Zhao Yuan looked sideways, and soon he noticed that the whole city was more bizarre, in the distant buildings there were not only modern high-rise buildings, but also mixed with ancient castle buildings, and even at the end of some vague Zhao Yuan also saw some faint Chinese buildings.In and out of these complex buildings, there are also some spirits of different appearances, some of them are dressed in light clothes, some are dressed retro, and even occasionally in the castle, Zhao Yuan also saw some knights in armor walking through it.This kind of hodgepodge scene of countless eras of architecture and clothing undoubtedly gave birth to a sense of chaos in Zhao Yuan's eyes."
Isn't it confusing?"
Standing aside, looking at the confused expression on Zhao Yuan's face, the corners of Hemingway's mouth under his beard were slightly hooked, and he reached out and took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it, and then spoke."
Chaos is the core of the Middle World.""
This is a world made up of the chaotic memories of countless spirits, and these memories are neither enough to become the existence of the upper world, nor to become part of the lower world, they stay in the middle to form the middle world in front of us."