The reason why the 30 -degree journey of the north latitude is called a unsolved journey by the hostel, not only because it does not have specific tasks, but also has no indicators. The only requirement given by the hostel is 'explore'.

Countless mysterious and dangerous deaths.

Cool climate, harsh environment, derived from the natural variation of historical myths, the contaminated monsters, those unknown horror exist, there is no support and no hostel assistance, and the props are extremely weakened.

These are the standard for the 30 -degree journey north latitude.

But what is really called non -solution is a unique pollution in each journey of 30 degrees north latitude.

In fact, the pollution of 30 degrees north latitude did not leave too much impression on Wei Yan, and it was even as much as I could not see, cannot be listened, and the pollution that could not be listened when I first encountered***

Whether it is crazy solar pollution, the deadly pollution of the black desert, or the assimilation pollution of the ancient oasis, there is no too horrible performance, and Wei Yan does not feel dangerous.

Even after mastering the blood -sucking knife, these pollution can be converted into a large amount of energy and feedback to him, so Wei Yan was just curious, but he was never alert to see it. Seeing the half -life Taoist and Zhang Xing hid them, even An Xuefeng and Dream Chaser

They all talk about the contrary to the contitive changes. Wei Yan only feels that they are special, or they are not holding enough butterfly fragments.

But now Wei Yan knows that those he encountered before, in fact, never really, horrible pollution.

In fact, as An Xuefeng was worried, Wei Yan's situation was very bad at the time, and he didn't know how he called the butterfly fragments of the butterflies in the bodies of the drillmen at that time. At that moment, he seemed to lose his body.

Control, strangely standing from the perspective of a third party, watching the "yourself" how to call the butterfly fragments, how to cut the worm meat containing the butterfly fragments and cut off.

He wants to eat it.

Wei Yan clearly knows what to do next, that is a kind of closely sick emotion and desire. The butterfly fragments originated from his heart.

If you want to eat it, want more and more -if he comes up for a second later, 'I am afraid I will really swallow this worm meat.

But although ‘herself’ is unconscious, Wei Yan ’s consciousness is still weird. He seems to use the residual body of corn bamboo shoots, and he still‘ look at “watching 'next from the third party perspective.

There is a monster in my body, which is seizing my body.

With such a weird thing, Wei Yan still kept calm, and even had a little curiosity and interest.

Butterfly fragments are in 'awakening', Wei Yan thinks that it is gradually occupying his body. It is like a certain deputy personality, and it is like the "section of the house" in some novels, and his original owner is like being crowded.

The same is the same, and it is excluded. And it is very 'smart'.

Having recoils a corn bamboo shoots to the magic insect's ball, it is not to protect it, but also wants Wei Yan to be unable to use corn bamboo shoots to do more things.

', But couldn't communicate with An Xuefeng, couldn't speak.

No one can hear him speak, and no one can see his actions. This state can easily bring a sense of helplessness, but Wei Yan knows that someone can find his wrong time as soon as possible.

Wei Yan looked at An Xuefeng, and the Golden Shou Palace was lying on the return knife. The orange -yellow light emanated from the return knife from the return knife, protecting him from the blood corrosion of the worm that he did not penetrate, but this is just the most visible role.

One of the real characteristics of the return knife is the back trip.

Even if An Xuefeng can't make full strength, things shrouded in the light of the knife will slowly trace back, just like Wei Yan's body, just like his abnormalities at this moment -back trace, return to all times, return to everything when it is normal.

Then, then

'Suddenly coma after cutting the butterfly fragments, I am afraid not only to consume too much energy, but also the reason for the use of the return knife. Teach him a knife method, share the power of the return knife, and give it to him to use it.

Feng has been ready for a long time.

He is not facing all of this, so even if he has no 'back' body, Wei Yan is not nervous, he can even calmly observe the 'itself' from a third -party perspective, observe the piece containing butterfly fragments

In the slight creeping worm meat.

I can't fuse more butterfly fragments for the time being.

Wei Yan thought.

A quarter of butterfly fragments may be a limit point of a certain boundary.

The butterfly fragments belonging to the ancient oasis are becoming more and more active, and these quantities have turned up to cause the final qualitative change.

However, the problem has long been exposed at least more than lurking, and it is better to be irreversible in the end.

Has my brother expected this situation?

Wei Yan even thought about it, but after thinking about it, he felt that this problem didn't make much sense. All unknown stems from lack of strength. When this time I went out of Sahara, Wei Yan thought that he had enough strength to go to the Sun Gate.

Seeing his brother with his own eyes with An Xuefeng.

The residual body of corn bamboo shoots was quickly corroded, and Wei Yan lost the 'eyes' that could no longer see it, but he could feel the arrival of Zhang Xingzang and the half -life Taoist.

Go. But just when the blood was about to leave the insect, the straw of the butterfly fragmel left the body.

Deadly pollution rushed and drowned them. This pollution was so terrifying, and even the butterfly power of the butterfly who had been faintly stopped from returning to the return of Wei Yan was swallowed and crushed back to the depths of the heart.

As soon as he sinked, he returned to himself, but then he was also attacked by the pollution of death, caught in a real coma.

***

The hot burning sensation ignited the skin and burned from the skin to the five internal organs, which brought an unbearable pain.

The sound of prayer is endless. The crazy and devout emotions make people disgusting. The severe nausea makes Zhang Xing hiding the throat slightly, and tolerate the desire to vomit, but his breathing suddenly a little heavy.

This is when he was imprisoned in the sun clock, crazy and devout prayer and unbearable heat surrounded by him. Once he was stained with the pollution of the crazy sun, then the unpolished person would be baked in pain and executed the sun again and again.

Tortoise, until the human heart collapsed, converting to the crazy sun.

This is completely unbearable at all, but Zhang Xingzang has calmed down the fastest speed. He knows what is happening now -they are being attacked by strong death pollution.

Trouble.

Zhang Xingzang thought that the anxious mood was forcibly suppressed by him. All your perceptions and emotions in the invasion of dead silence and pollution will be infinitely magnified and become a terrible torture.

I hope to abandon all my perceptions, all emotions, and take the initiative to return to death.

By this time, you will be completely invaded by death. This is the real torrent of dead silence. Compared with it, the dead silence in the black desert is like pediatrics.

The clay sculptures of the four saints collapsed one by one, and the sound of crazy prayers was endless, but Zhang Xingzang could throw all of them behind. Zhang Xingzang knew what he saw now and perceived the illusion.

It presents the deepest memory or fantasy, and the most affected people and the picture.

The only thing that can resist it is not to listen, don't watch, don't want to, and don't have any emotional fluctuations, but this is really difficult.

Butterfly fragments are separated, and the stars caused by the madness of the drilling stars can affect him at most for a moment.

Zhang Xingzang thought that when he explored the death of Sahara, he had encountered a stronger torrent of pollution, so this time he could also carry it.

Suddenly, a thought came up.

I haven't been here for a long time.

He thought.

In a moment, Zhang Xingzang's heart seemed to be held fiercely, and he couldn't breathe, even if he knew that he wanted to suppress his emotions, and knew that this was an illusion, but at this moment Zhang Xingzang didn't hold back, and he couldn't say anything.

In the past, the difficult ten years.

Sometimes Zhang Xingzang does not want to pursue dreams to save him. This is too dangerous. Sometimes Zhang Xingzang hopes to chase dreams. No matter whether it is success or not, at least he can look at his dragon and confirm that the dream chase is still alive.

What is the real name of the dream chaser?

have no idea.

What is the real appearance of the dream chaser?

Not clear.

What is the disease in reality?

These Zhang Xingzang once had speculation, and the illusion dug everything, and the blood was shown in front of them. Zhang Xingzang guess that the dream of chasing dreams may be 'sleeping beauty disease'. This kind of disease is extremely rare. Most of the patients are women.

About a thousand people get sick, about 70 men.

He wants to chase his dreams so well, and he shouldn't be so unlucky.

Zhang Xingzang thought that if he could go out alive, or when he finally entered the battlefield, he should know the real appearance of dreaming of dreams, and the real name. Listening to the predecessors said that the restraint of the hostel at that time will weaken to the extreme. If the guide can still be sober,

, I almost never hide their travelers, their own brigade.

But can he live to the battlefield?

Even though he knew that he had come out now and his dream was not far away, Zhang Xingzang could not suppress the amplified panic. This was the deepest nightmare when he was imprisoned in the sun clock.

For a moment, the surrounding scenes changed.

The surroundings are very quiet, the cold wind comes, and the tide smell of moisturizing soil is the smell of rain. When Zhang Xingzang realized this, the tide smell was thousands of times, and the drill like drilled

Enter the lungs and go straight to the brain,

"Are you uncomfortable? Are you okay?"

There was a worrying voice next to it, but the gentle voice in the memory was very sharp and harsh at this moment, and the head of the head was buzzing.

The sound of friction, breathing sound, at this moment he sounded like a deafening thunder.

"I'm okay."

Zhang Xingzang took a breath and whispered softly. He knew that his mother had already died and had been missing his mother, but Zhang Xingzang's eyes and nose, nose, and heart, and did not have any emotional fluctuations.

"It's so pitiful, how good a little guy, young ..."

"Rare disease, never heard of ..."

The voice of others whispered to himself sounded Zhang Xingzang's mind. I do n’t know who opened the door. The rich and disgusting flavor was replaced by the rainy smell. There was no burning paper money in the cold wind with the rain.

This is a funeral.

Zhang Xing hid her eyes, saw his black suit in front of the front, and a white paper flower on her chest.

He is participating in a funeral.

"I heard that this disease is mainly a woman, and I don't know how he is so unlucky, hey ..."

"Yeah, it seems that there are only seventy men in the world who have got this kind of disease. What is called?

The words of others let him squeeze these illusions and walk to the coffin.

The wet face was the rain foam blown by the wind, there were or mixed with other liquids, Zhang Xingzang looked at the person lying in the coffin, the soft black hair, the bouquet in his arms, he was quiet and peaceful lying in

There, as if I was just asleep, even if the face was blurred, Zhang Xingzang knew who was in the coffin.

It's a dream.

The tears slipped silently, and the sad mood revealed that it was seized by the pollution and enlarged countless times. Zhang Xingzang couldn't help choking. He closed his eyes, and his hand was trembling.

Then, then

***

At the same time, Wei Yan also smelled a heavy rainy smell. The sound of the aircraft took off, as if he was going to crush his eardrum. It was raining outside, and it was wet rain everywhere.

Wei Yan knew that this was an illusion, because he remembered that when he was going to go to college, Wei Xuechen did not come to send him.

But now, he holds the man's hand.

"Go there to read it carefully."

The low male sound sounded, familiar and unfamiliar, and the touch in the palm was too strange. Wei Yan rarely touched the limbs of others. Even if they were brothers, they had never really touched it a few times. This kind of telling never heard of it.

Is this the impact of the torrent of dead silence? What will happen next?

Wei Yan couldn't help but think that he should have a strong negative emotion, but his illness itself will make Wei Yan lack a negative emotion, so he is calm until Wei Xuan realized that Wei Xuechen's hand wants to pull away from the hand of Wei Xuechen's hand to pull away from the hand of Wei Xuechen's hand.

Then, then

This makes Wei Yan instantly sensitive! Since entering the hostel, this kind of incident has happened countless times. The sense of power that can't be held is simply a PTSD that arouses Wei Yan.

I did not succeed in trying, but Wei Yan subconsciously thought that when he couldn't hold his brother's cloak, who should come out at this time-

"Raise your hand, you were arrested."
Chapter completed!