After losing consciousness, I have been in a state of chaos for a long time.

The mind is rigid and I can’t remember anything.

Consciousness also blurs to the extreme, as if you are in deep sleep, and the sense of time is very weak.

When my consciousness gradually recovered, I did not know how long.

But it turns out that my renewed consciousness should be only a small part, because I didn’t really wake up.

I was dreaming.

Must be a dream.

Of course, it can also be an illusion.

When my consciousness was recovering, I opened my eyes and found myself floating in the sky, about nearly a kilometer above the ground.

At that time, my body was translucent, like a ghost in a horror movie, raising his hand to cover his eyes, and easily through the body, he could see the other side of the scene.

It was also because of this that I quickly reacted that I was either dead or in a coma, dreaming.

Dreams have always been strange, most of the dreams I used to have a certain sense of logic, are also based on the real world, dream of things are very close to reality.

But what I see at this time has nothing to do with the reality I know.

At this moment, I am not where I have seen, or heard, or have been, anywhere.

There are no cities on the ground, and there are no common scenery of green mountains and waters, but a desert.

This desert is like the sea, looking from the height, still can not see the edge.

The sand in the desert is brightly colored, not quite the same as the sand I have heard of, as if it were all made of gold, and every grain of sand is dazzling metallic luster.

Looking up, the sun is high in the northern sky, although it seems dazzling, but I do not feel the temperature it should have.

Like this kind of cloudless weather, coupled with the desert, the climate should be very hot.

All I could feel was cold.

It was an indescribable, cold with a damp sense, as if the body was wrapped in a cloud of cold water, and it felt unspeakable.

Am I dead?

Where is this?

I kept thinking about it, hoping to think of the answers to these two questions.

But slow thinking is no longer enough to make me think about all this, even the most basic observations can not do.

I was like a tired audience, watching a scene of the scene, eyelids constantly hunched down, as if the next second will fall asleep, consciousness gradually blurred.

Just then, in the distant sky, a black spot appeared very suddenly.

The black spot is like a hot air balloon, floating in the sky smoothly, like me, floating in a place about kilometer above the ground.

It seemed to float over me, very slowly, and after two minutes I saw more details.

The black spot is actually green, but at the beginning the distance is far away, so it can only be seen as black.

When it floats to a position about 100 meters away from me, I can see clearly, isn't that the brain strange?

The whole is a meat ball, the surface is covered with a layer of green matter similar to carrion, at its bottom, those dense, different length of tentacles, still constantly twisting.

It should have come to me, and when it stopped and floated motionless in the sky, its voice sounded in my mind.

The man and the woman could not distinguish the voices of the old and the young.

"You see it."

Hearing this, I paused for a moment, a little vague consciousness, and gradually regained it again.

“See who?”I asked.

The brain groaned twice, saying.

“The descendants.”

Listening to this answer, I can't help but be a little confused and full of doubts: "Whose descendant?"You’re talking about the Nine Gods?”

“Yes.”The brain squints the eyes on the surface of the body and says, "He is the descendant."

“Am I dead?”I couldn’t help but ask, not caring about the words of the brain, just thinking about the question: “This is not the world after death, right?”

The cerebral eccentric drifted a distance forward, and fifty meters away it stopped again.

"You're not dead, you're just asleep."The brain monster said, "I came back to see you, and I just wanted to tell you that the one who wanted to go through that door, and it wanted to influence you."

“Brother Brain, what do you mean?”I looked at it with a fog: “Who is that?What door does it want to go through?”

The brain queer did not answer my question, and the tone was a little hasty, as if to remind me.

"If that day comes, none of you will be able to escape."

“Does he want to kill me?”I am a bit confused.

“Not you, everyone.”Brain Monster explains, "And you misunderstand, it's not going to kill you, it's just keeping you in the world, there's no death, no liberation, it's not over."

The brain is different from human beings, and its logic seems a little strange... what is this thing?

But in any case, even if I can't tell whether it is a dream or "real", I believe it subconsciously.

As long as I’m not dead, the rest is no problem.

As long as I am alive, there are many things that can be solved.

There are a lot of things waiting for me to do.

“Did you dream of your sister before that?”I asked it.

The brain groaned, without denying it, not admitting it.

“Why not choose me?”Some of me want to understand this, very doubtfully asked: "Compared to her, my body is closer to you, I am my own person?"The conversation between us should be smoother, right?”

"She's like you, but you're awake, she's not awake."The brain monster replied, "There's something else that's affecting you, and I couldn't contact you at the time, so I can only choose her."

I nodded, and did not tangle on the subject, and asked it, “What is this place?”

“My former home.”The brain replied.

“So...” I turned my head, looked around at the scene, and asked, “Is the one you just said, the ancestor of the Nine Gods?”Didn’t you say that the Nine-Fang God is his descendant?”

The brain was silent for a moment, and finally answered me, "It is not your friend, it is your enemy, but also our enemy."

“Who is that?”I asked curiously.

If it says that the ancestors of the Nine Wators are our enemies, then I can understand that after all, I have been troubled by this with the Nine-Feng God.

It is no exaggeration to say that I don't know how it is, anyway, I have been able to poke its 18-year-old ancestral tomb.

Murder pays off, that’s a saying.

If you really hate a person, even if it is a monster, then even if it is a murderer, I can't forgive it.

But what is said by the brain makes me a little confused, even when it says that the ancestors of the Ninefold Gods are their enemies, is it complicated?

What is the brain?

I don't know what ethnic group it belongs to, but its identity is not ordinary.

The brain is strange to the ancients, that is, creatures that were far before the age of Fuxi.

Even if it says that he is their enemy, that...

“There was a king in the old days, and he was one of them, a recognized king, and an enemy of us.”The brain said, with a somewhat inexplicable complexity, and the voice seemed to tremble: “It is the person who wears the black robe in the afterglow of the sunset, the faceless one, who wants to leave the heavenly palace, wants to go through that door, wants to return to you...”

At this time, the sound of the brain suddenly broke, from me can be very intuitive to see, the brain strange body is constantly moving, but also up and down shaking, as if to trembling.

I did not wait to understand what this was, suddenly, a strong wind whizzed by, in the desert below us, very abruptly rolled up a dust storm.

The wind was blowing, and the dust was raging.

Even if my body is illusory and translucent, I am blinded by the sand.

In front of us, the wind was mixed with yellow sand, slowly gathering into a huge tornado.

It was made of yellow sand, at least initially.

The tornadoes gathered in the yellow sand, as if connecting the heavens and the earth, one deep into the ground, and the other end, extending to places where I could not see the end.

By the time I rubbed my eyes and looked over, the tornado had gone from gold to gray, and there was a faint figure in it.

The man was like this tornado, with his feet on the earth and his head against the sky.

In the middle of it, I heard a strange noise.

It was like someone was playing a trumpet, and the sound of that whimper was full of pain.