Chapter 278

There is no rising and setting sun, full moon and lack of moon in the cave. There is no change of heat and cold and the withering of all things in the cave. The time here seems to be solidified. The water drops from the stone pillar above the head into the black underground river, and then passes away with the quiet water. But if you want to use this as a method of timing, you will surely feel that time is fast and slow, and has lost its meaning.

Perhaps because of this influence, Zhao Mai can't travel time in the green dream. He can't go back and forth like bran to see his father in Winterfell, or foresee the future like the three eyed crow. He's trapped in the present. He's a prisoner of the present. He could not find a barrier to separate the present from the past and the future, let alone break through it.

"Your blood has never flowed in this world. No wonder I couldn't see you before." The three eyed crow was a little excited in his voice, because he solved a long-standing question: "you really came out of thin air! Here, you have no father, no mother. Just as trees have no roots, nature has no past for seeds. That's why you can't see the past. "

"Then why can't I see the future?" "I don't need to have a child to see the future," Zhao said

"My blood comes from my ancestors. All my ancestors are relatives. Although I have, I can reach the future without leaving my own children. But without the past, there is no future. " The three eyed crow said, "because of this, you can't find the original ghost."

"Is bran going to follow the ghost blood in his body to find the ghost? Is there any danger? " Zhao Mai pointed to the three eyed crow and said, "I warn you, he is only a child. Strange ghosts use babies to annoy me. If you use bran, I will eradicate you as well. "

"I won't do that. Bran is my immediate descendant and has the same name as me (Brandon stark, nicknamed bran). I only let him do it when he is ready and trained enough. It's just that I'm worried that the child's talent will make him proud and let him try to cross the safety line. "

"Then warn him in advance. Let him know the consequences, let him be alert. " At this time, Zhao Mai suddenly thought of a question: "although my blood source is not here, but if I have to look for it, what will happen?"

"No one knows." "But I guess you're just wasting your time," said the three eyed crow

Zhao Mai shook his head. He still remembers Zhong Jianbai's saying that the ability of the three eyed crow may be used as a mechanism for crossing communication, which may be based on this. When he thought about it, he began to experiment, trying to go back to his parents. And then it happened.

In his new green vision, this time, everything around him is dark, pure darkness, just like the universe without stars, and there is no way back. There was no light or temperature in the universe, and the feeling of death like loneliness came up, surrounded him and penetrated into his heart. Without the warning of the three eyed crow, he knew that once he was frozen through, he would really die here and float down alone forever.

"Little flower?" Zhao Mai called, but there was no reply. She usually comes with us at this time. Zhao Mai looked around blindly. There was nothing in the absolute darkness. He couldn't tell the location at all. The heartbeat slows down gradually. When it stops beating, the feeling of time will disappear.

"Dark, dark..." Zhao Mai muttered to himself: "since there is no light, then I will light up here!"

He no longer repressed the frequency of the natural force and began to turn into a white ball in his mental state. Deformation did not happen, but light gushed out of him and became a light in the universe.

Where the light has been, there are vivid images, which are constantly changing. It's a bit like the movie screen projected on the water curtain, but the brightness is very poor and people can't see it clearly. Zhao Mai continued to strengthen the natural force until the white light from his body became dazzling, and finally he saw it. It's not a single picture, it's a superposition of countless pictures. In each picture, he is doing different things. He looked at them carefully, only to find that they were not themselves in each picture, and there were always subtle differences. Moreover, what they did did did not seem to have been done by themselves, and the people they met seemed to have never seen them before.

Zhao Mai reaches out his hand, touches these pictures, and then he can hear the sound. Similar to him, but not exactly the same, every one of them. There were his childhood, present and future, but none of them actually happened to him. At this time, he finally understood that this is himself in countless parallel worlds, a different self produced in countless possibilities and choices.

"Yes, of course, it's me who's connected with my blood recently." Zhao Mai looked around and found that all the places he could light up were his own pictures. He wanted to see if there were more pictures farther away, and then he found that he could move. Of course, it's also possible that these pictures begin to move, and he can't strictly distinguish them. But fortunately, with his own reference, he was finally able to move.

With light and energy, he no longer felt cold, and his body gradually regained its vitality. He keeps speeding up his pace, shuttling through the ball screen movies composed of parallel himself, just like experiencing his own life countless times. There is a clear illusion that comes to my mind. It seems that what happened in the image has really happened to me. All the scenes in it are put in my place, and all the feelings in it feel the same.When this feeling surged up, he suddenly found a strange thing. We should know that all the pictures around are moving at the same time with our own movement, and the pictures are relatively static. But Zhao Mai found that there was something that didn't seem to be synchronized in the distance. When the picture moved, it didn't move. That was the second reference point he found in space, so he flew to it.

After approaching, he found that it was a black stone slab, with a width: length: height of 1:4:9. The surface did not reflect light or radiate light. It was absolutely dark. In the dark background, this kind of thing should not be visible in the vision, but Zhao Mai can clearly feel it, as if something is calling.

He flew around the slate twice, and saw nothing strange until he touched the surface. The surface of the stone slab was as warm as jade. For a moment, he thought he had touched the water. A circle of ripples appeared on the surface of the slate, and then the slate reflected Zhao Mai's figure, just like a mirror.

It's not the first time Zhao Mai looks at himself in the mirror, but this one is the strangest. He scratched his head and said hello to himself in the mirror. The shadow inside made the same movement, and then suddenly the light disappeared.

There are countless charms on the surface of the black slate, which gush out like an erupting volcano, and then spread around like lava. These charms have no influence on Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai can grasp them at will or penetrate the past according to his own mind. But the parallel world of "film" can not bear. The image will disappear and melt in the lava when the lava of the charm meets.

"No. no This seems to be a bad thing! " Zhao Mai wants to stop, but he can't. After only a few breaths, there is no parallel world pattern, and finally only myself, and the reflection of myself in the black slate after the disappearance of the charm lava.

The slate vibrates, suddenly shrinks and thins, and buttons and screens appear on the surface. In Zhao Mai's surprised eyes, the slate becomes his mobile phone and flies into his hands.