Chapter 545

"I believe you, Mike, but don't screw it up. You have my life in your hands." Wordsworth said it seriously, but his expression was very relaxed. He thought very clearly. For a long time, he didn't even know which one he was. His body had been buried in the depth of the swamp, as if he was trapped in a dream. It was meaningless to live in such a day. Even if there is something wrong with the subject of the soul, it is just a return to the past situation, and it doesn't need to suffer any more.

Besides, if you succeed, you can be yourself again.

"I'll be careful and try not to screw it up, but it's my first time. You have to cooperate."

Zhao Mai put his two hands on the two wadsworths and felt the difference between them with psychic powers and natural force. Xiaohua floats behind Zhao Mai and puts his hands on his two frontal horns to help him improve his sensitivity to the surrounding energy. "Sure enough, I clearly understood a lot. I miss this state of meditation so much." Zhao Mai thinks of his dilemma in dismantling the French array in Atlantis. Compared with Xiaohua's feeling around him, it's a world of difference.

There is a secret hidden in Wordsworth, which Zhao Mai is very sure. Through the previous inspection, Zhao Mai roughly judged where the secret was: Wordsworth, from a powerful Druid, was split into many parts by himself, and became a "distributed system" that could not work normally. Although all the Wordsworth agents can communicate with each other, and their ideas are exactly the same, this is exactly what the distributed system does not need. Zhao Mai still remembers the scene when he first saw Wordsworth. When several relatively more powerful separate actions took place, other Wordsworth had to reduce their actions or even go into a dormant state. If it is a distributed system, each individual should have the ability to work independently. They only need to cooperate with each other when they need to coordinate, and they don't have to shut down in order to cooperate with other individuals.

In addition to this kind of problem, the split soul also damaged Wordsworth's thinking and memory. This is how the crazy Druid came from - although it seems to be ok now. Zhao Mai thought of putting beta's soul into duo Ji'an's body. At the beginning, duo Ji'an was a little crazy. He was very happy for no reason. He was happy to attack Zhao Mai. There must be something wrong with the incomplete soul. Beta takes her personality away and leaves a blank again - but it has been rebooted by the soul - so that she can rebuild her personality with the remaining memory, which solves the problem.

Zhao Mai has a kind of conjecture that when Wordsworth gathers all the parts together and makes his thinking and memory return to normal again, he may have new insights and be able to discover the secrets of the super rich natural force. Besides, such an experiment can also enhance Zhao Mai's perception. Why not?

"There will be problems with division, and there will be problems with implanting other people's souls, so it should be no problem to reorganize the soul that was originally one?" Zhao Mai and Xiaohua work hand in hand to adjust their natural force fluctuations, and let Wordsworth do the same.

"We are close to the green dream now, about the same as when bran was attached to Addo."

"It's not a coincidence, it's a rule. Maybe the green dream is about the soul of creatures, and the soul is enough to span space and time. " Zhao Mai replied, shaking his left hand and sighing with a sigh of relief: "OK, I caught the soul of Wordsworth just now. Now let me drag him out slowly!"

It's very much like the feeling of reincarnation: calling the soul of the dead to return to the body. In the green dream, the color and brightness of Wordsworth's body are lower than that of the subject, which indicates that its autonomy and vitality are relatively lower. Leaving the separated body, the eyes of the soul fragments are dull. They don't know what they want to do. They just move forward with Zhao Mai's dragging.

"It's like reincarnation?" Wordsworth is a druid, and naturally knows this spell. "Only the dead can be reincarnated, but I'm still alive. How did you do that?"

"Your soul is badly damaged. It's barely maintained by the affinity of trees. It's hard to say that you are alive." Zhao maipai said: "I also follow the trend, just touched the level of reincarnation. But as long as it can be used and easy to use, you will think you are dead, and I am reviving you! "

"Since the natural force has chosen and allowed reincarnation to exist in this way, there is a reason for it. Enlightenment is not to seek understanding." Wordsworth nodded. "You're right. I'll take myself dead and start a new life now."

According to the experience of reincarnation and green dream, Zhao Mai didn't care about the dull expression of the fragment, but still slowly persuaded it to explain the current situation to it. Wordsworth didn't understand why. He never did this when he was reincarnated, just "Oh, here? Go back to your body and lie down! Don't delay me Zhao Mai's practice let him follow very novel, also keep an eye on.

The fragment suddenly stops and reaches out to the body. "Grab his hand, then pull him towards himself and pull him into the body together." Zhao Mai told Wordsworth: "I am worried that there will be conflicts between the two pieces of soul. Maybe there will be a fight for dominant control. I hope that doesn't happen, but you have to work hard and concentrate on it all at once. ""I don't think there's any problem." Wordsworth reaches out his hand to hold the separation and gently takes it to the noumenon. "This is reincarnation. I can take it."

The two pieces of soul overlap and enter the noumenon together, then open their eyes. The fusion of the two soul fragments is quite thorough, far exceeding the energy intensity of the normal soul. Zhao Mai can see clearly in the green dream, the soul of Wordsworth is scattered in the bright light, and the natural force can even send out the holy light!

"I feel great..." Wordsworth looked at his hands, stood up and patted his body. "I can feel the natural force passing through my body again, and I'm integrated with my surroundings again! I can cast a spell! "

"Don't worry. Let me check it." Zhao Mai told Wordsworth: "if we can do this up to now, it shows that we have done it right. We need to continue to cooperate with each other in order to do better next."

"Of course, I know what I should do." Wordsworth sat down and let Cho Mai's psychic powers enter his mind. "Do you know how I feel now? It's like not sleeping for many days in a row, feeling dizzy, then having a good and thorough sleep and waking up. "

"Do you remember anything new? Has your memory improved?"

"It's hard to say I don't know what I've forgotten, so I can't tell what I remember this time... " Wordsworth said, "well, I seem to have a good idea. Can I come up with it so soon? How nice

Zhao Mai checked, frowned and pondered: "it's strange. How can your soul become twice the strength of human beings abnormally? Is it possible that the soul fragments of the separation have been repaired in the tree body, and then all fused back? "

"That's the only possibility." Wordsworth said, "I still have so many parts. Don't you know if you try again?"

"Well, that's fine." Zhao Mai nodded.