Chapter 274

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?"

"I don't know. I won't tell you if I know."

Aoki made sure Zhao Pengcheng didn't lie this time, so he relaxed his mental pressure a little and asked, "so who told you all this?"

"Organization." Zhao Pengcheng felt much more comfortable. Although he could not move, he seemed to be able to twist his neck. "This is also a noun selected according to your common human words."

"Oh, is it a dream club?" Aoki asked.

Zhao Pengcheng stretched his neck, twisted left and right, as if the conscious body would also have cervical pain, and said, "since you all know, you have to ask me what to do."

"Is Cohen your leader?"

"I don't know."

"How long have you been on earth?"

"I don't know. I only know how long I'll be here."

"How long have you been here?"

"According to your time, less than a year."

"Our time? So you have another time system?"

"No, no, we don't have time."

"No time?"

"Yes, there is no time. Time is a concept created by you, which is applicable to life bodies like you. Since you can dream, you should know that the conscious body has no concept of time in dreams. Dreams are the only opportunity for you to get rid of material constraints to a certain extent, and also get rid of time constraints."

"If you say so, aren't you binding your hands and feet and making yourself uncomfortable when you parasitize on people?"

"To some extent."

"Then why do you do that?"

Aoki looked at Zhao Pengcheng and waited for his answer, but Zhao Pengcheng fell into meditation. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"How do you parasitize into human body?"

"Don't waste your time. I won't say it."

"You've said a lot."

"That's nothing."

"Well, let's talk about unimportant things. For example... Why did you choose you? Oh, I mean, why did you choose Zhao Pengcheng?"

Zhao Pengcheng was stunned: "choose me? Of course... No, I don't know. It's not my decision."

Aoki nodded: "well, that is to say, you have strict organization. When you come, who comes first, and who parasitizes, you have strict discipline, right?"

Zhao Pengcheng was about to speak when Aoki interrupted him: "I know you have to say you don't know or have nothing to say. Well, you don't have to tell me. Let me guess for myself. In your dream, I face your subconscious and subconscious at the same time. In this case, you can't lie to me because I can see whether you're lying. At most, you hide what you know and don't tell me, but you can't stop me from guessing."

Aoki paused and smiled, "so, next, let me say, you do the judgment question to see if I'm right. Of course, you can also refuse to answer. You can keep silent, which is your right."