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Chapter 220 Middle World

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The moment the fishing boat collided with the dry camel carcass, Zhao Yuan heard the faint sound of rough sea waves.

In the next moment, the original maroon world was replaced by a blue sea. The fishing boat docked quietly on the sea surface, and the sun hung motionless in the sky.

"here is?"

Looking at the calm sea around him, Zhao Yuan's face showed some puzzled expression at the right time.

"Here is the representational world constructed by my memory."

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Pulling down the rope and re-tying the flapping sails, Hemingway turned around and took out a bottle of rum from the cabin of the fishing boat and poured it into his mouth. Although he had lost all senses after becoming a spirit, including the sense of taste, of course, However, the act of drinking rum still gave it a sense of joy, especially when he had just experienced life and death.

Kill the rum in your hand, and throw the empty bottle into the sea behind you.

Hemingway sat down heavily and let the fishing boat under him shake for a while, turned his head to look at Zhao Yuan on the boat, raised his eyebrows and formed clear lines on his forehead, and replied to Zhao Yuan: "I said before, the spirit world is a world of appearances, Everything here is constructed by the memories left by countless spirits, which naturally includes my memory world."

"The memory world is the most important existence for the spirits in the [spiritual world], because it represents the spirit itself. The spirits have no senses, for them everything is nothingness, no happiness, no pain, no perception , only memory can let us know who we are."

Facing Zhao Yuan in front of him, he solemnly explained the importance of memory to the spirit.

Hemingway changed the topic, and brought the topic back to the [spirit world] in front of him.

"Of course, in addition to the memory world of the spirit itself, the entire [spiritual world] is actually also constructed from various memories. However, just as good people often have good memories, evil people often have good memories. Evil thoughts are born, because the memory is good or bad, and the worlds constructed are not the same. A large number of good memories form the upper world of [Spiritual Realm], where all the good memories of the spirit are condensed, and countless complicated memories make up the world. The middle world, which is the closest to the real world, and all kinds of crimes, chaos and resentful memories, all turned into the lower world of the [spiritual world].”

"The next world?"

Hearing Hemingway's division of the [Spirit World] world, Zhao Yuan subconsciously connected it to the spirit world or hell mentioned in Marilyn Raphael's [Psychic Notes].

For the lower world that Hemingway said, Zhao Yuan had the idea of ​​exploring in his heart.

However, considering the situation they encountered before, the [Spiritual World] is obviously not calm, on the contrary, it is more dangerous than he expected.

Therefore, Zhao Yuan felt that it was necessary to push back the plan to explore the lower world of the [Spirit World].

At least until he has enough to protect himself in the [Spiritual World], and after the settings of the [Spiritual World] are more perfect.

"The lower world is an extremely dangerous world, even I dare not step into it easily."

Noticing Zhao Yuan's muttering to himself, Hemingway said with a look of apprehension on his face.

"However, if I remember correctly, Marilyn Raphael once entered the lower spirit world in person?"

"Marilyn."

Hearing the familiar name from Zhao Yuan's mouth, Hemingway's face was in a daze.

"Marilyn is special, I have never met a more daring and special being than her..."

Gazing at the calm sea, Hemingway seemed to be caught in some kind of memory.

After a long time, it came back to its senses, restrained the emotions on its face and said to Zhao Yuan.

"Although I can't take you into the lower world, I do know an entrance to the middle world, where you may be able to feel the wonder or treachery of the [spiritual world] and satisfy your curiosity about the spiritual world."

As Hemingway's words fell, he pulled the rope again, and the bundled sails drummed again, and the originally calm sea under him became rough in an instant.

Countless waves beat against the small fishing boat, and sharks began to surround the fishing boat. Hemingway raised his arm high, and for a moment, an old fishing rod with mottled surface appeared in its hand, waving the fishing rod and hook in his hand It seems to be hooked somewhere under the guidance of some invisible force.

"Hold on to the fishing boat!"

Pulling the fishing rod, the fishing line at the other end was stretched tightly, and Hemingway reminded Zhao Yuan with his hoarse voice.

At the same time, the arm holding the fishing rod suddenly exerted force, and the whole fishing boat seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, riding the wind and waves and smashing through an invisible barrier.

……

"Okay, here we are."

Accompanied by the crisp cracking sound in his ears, when Zhao Yuan raised his head again.

The rough sea has disappeared, replaced by a bustling city street.

Countless people or spirits shuttled among them. On the road, Zhao Yuan saw the fast-moving modern cars, but at the same time he also saw the driving carriages, and even the strange-looking steam cars were also walking along the road.On the elevated road in the distance, accompanied by a huge whistling sound, a steam train with billowing thick smoke and a modern train passed by in parallel. When they stopped at the platform, countless spirits in various costumes stepped off the train.

Standing at a corner of the street, watching the vehicles passing by, Zhao Yuan glanced sideways, and soon he noticed something even weirder in the whole city, among the buildings in the distance there were modern high-rise buildings, At the same time, there are also ancient castle buildings mixed in, and Zhao Yuan can even see some faint Chinese-style buildings at some vague ends.

And those who come and go in these complex buildings are spirits of different shapes, some of them are wearing light clothes, some are dressed in retro clothes, and Zhao Yuan even occasionally saw some knights in armor walking through the castle. in it.

This hodgepodge of buildings from countless eras and costumes, in Zhao Yuan's eyes, undoubtedly gave rise to a sense of confusion.

"Do you feel confused?"

Standing aside, looking at the confused expression on Zhao Yuan's face, Hemingway raised the corners of his mouth under the beard slightly, reached out and took out a cigar from his pocket to light it, and then spoke.

"Chaos is the core of Midworld."

"This is a world constructed by the messy memories of countless spirits. These memories are neither enough to become the existence of the upper world, nor to be part of the lower world. They stay in the middle and form the middle world in front of us."

(End of this chapter)