"It's different from the past... Now you evolutors who have opened consciousness," the witch looked at the male evolutor in front of her indifferently and whispered, "but your understanding of consciousness is terrible."

Bohemia nodded obediently, then remembered and asked, "ah? What do you mean?"

The strange man with dark skin frowned. It was because of the words of the great witch that he was confused and unhappy - he couldn't see the two people in the starry sky of consciousness. His eyes turned around without focus and asked, "you have a big breath. What did you contact me for? Who are you? How did you make me lose sight of you?"

"The evolutionists who built this avatar hall are all of my generation. After so many years, not many of them have survived," the great witch looked around the village simulated by her consciousness and sighed low. "So even the usage of the avatar hall has been lost... You just use it as a way to contact a doomsday world, which is really overqualified."

Bohemia and the man were intrigued. The man hesitated for a moment and replied, "I was randomly sent to this world. I just learned that it also has a branch in your place... Does the concrete museum have other functions?"

Many years ago, I don't know who discovered such a rule: when living in a materialized world, the evolutor can contact the person in the simulated and real doomsday world. In a way, it's like the reality and reflection at both ends of a mirror - of course, the contact object must also be an evolutionist with consciousness.

"Of course. If you follow my words, your understanding of consciousness will soon rise to a higher level. As I said before, the consciousness sky is like the 'World Wide Web'. Each of our evolutors who developed consciousness is a computer, which is connected by the consciousness sky." When the witch said this, she looked back at the direction when they came - behind the hillside and woods, it was still the calm sunshine in the morning.

Bohemia also subconsciously followed with a look. Just about to withdraw his eyes, he paused again and slowly frowned. The way the sun shines in the air always makes her feel wrong.

"While the concrete museum can allow us to contact the evolutionists who are in a specific world but have no 'online'." The witch smiled and slowly extended her hand to the man in front of her. "You all know this... However, it is not just a person who can connect us."

The dark skinned man was suddenly startled and staggered back two steps: "what? What was it just now?"

The white and slender palm of the great witch seemed to have reached out in front of his chest, but he didn't feel it, and glanced around: "I just -- it seemed that I felt something -"

"That's me," her voice was clear and steady, forming an irresistible command: "next, you should follow the instructions I gave you and complete everything I need you to do."

The man hesitated, nodded, and turned his eyes twice. He felt the existence of the big witch's palm, but he didn't dare to believe it - theoretically, they should only see the images of each other's consciousness; After all, one is in the starry sky of consciousness, and the other is in the real doomsday world.

Bohemia looked at them quickly and looked back into the distance again. The sun cast a halo in the air, and a little golden awn shone from the edge of the hillside; She stared at the sunshine for a while, and suddenly looked cold: "that, that -"

"I know."

The witch interrupted her without looking back. "Stand beside me. When I want you to run, you'd better rush out of this branch in one breath. Do you understand?"

Before she finished this sentence, Bohemia had seen clearly what was shining in the air in the distance; It was not sunshine, but a piece of stars rushing from far to near. Her heart almost stopped - the number of stars was so much that she couldn't estimate how many people there were. In her eyes, there was only a large amount of dazzling stars of all colors, rushing towards them from the horizon like the northern lights.

"There are too many people!" Bohemia couldn't help shouting, "what are you doing? Can you stop so many people?"

"Give you a reminder, son, I don't like others to question me."

The witch stood upright on the cobblestone path, as if unaware of the starlight coming from the high-speed behind her. One of her hands was still pressed in front, and the big skirt that fell down from her waist was gently blown by the wind that should not exist. Just as Bohemia was beating a drum in her heart and was ready to turn around and run immediately when the opportunity was bad, the starlight had already come to her face, so that she had to squint her eyes.

"The network can not only connect us," the big witch's light blond hair was dazzled by the starlight behind her. "It can also transmit data."

Before Bohemia understood what she meant by this sentence, she was "run!" The word gave me a thrill, and I immediately recovered. She dared not delay, but suddenly turned into a star and jumped into the sky in the distance, rushing in the direction of the exit; When galloping like the wind, she took time to glance back quickly.

"'currency in circulation is the glue '... The name of this doomsday world is really long, isn't it?"

With a gentle, almost arrogant wave of her hand, the big witch suddenly threw something out of the circle of water ripples she opened - it is difficult to explain what it is, because it is invisible and colorless, just like a stream of air, rushing from the real doomsday world into the starry sky of consciousness. The first stars chasing the witch were among them, and immediately they were all rolled up; In the midst of a startling cry, those stars turned into human shapes one after another, and scattered and splashed over the small village.

It is indeed "flying in all directions". No one's body is still complete, and no limbs, trunk or head can be distinguished; No matter the human body or the house, everything that was impacted by that "air flow" was all fragmented - from the beginning, the large broken limbs and heads gradually differentiated and cracked into fist sized blocks; However, this explosive dispersion seems to have no end. When Bohemia looked back for the third time, it was found that those evolutors were still splitting into smaller fragments, although they were still trying their best to close their consciousness bodies.

To be honest, she couldn't see those glittering pieces that couldn't be more finely broken. They were still human just now. Those evolutors are undoubtedly alive, but the conscious body is suddenly scattered into countless fragments, which is equivalent to being completely scattered by people

Bohemia suddenly stopped and looked back at the fragments of consciousness in the air.

If she can take the opportunity to absorb a little consciousness

I haven't put on the thank you list for a long time. I'll go to bed today and get up in the morning