Hunting College

Time went back a few hours ago.

At that time, Zheng Qing felt that his head was about to explode.

He has no way to understand his current state.

On the one hand, he clearly knew that he was sleeping-to be precise, his body was sleeping. On the other hand, on the contrary, his spirit is in a highly active state.

Ever since Xiao Xiao poured a sleeping potion last night, his body has fallen into an irreversible dormant state under the effect of the potion. But his spirit miraculously got rid of the shackles of the body, and he remained awake all the time, as if he had added a third perspective, instead of his eyes to observe the surroundings.

In this state, he clearly saw that Zhang Jixin and others were slapped, poured cold water, and poured all kinds of strange potions into him in order to wake him up until the therapist from the school hospital arrived. After that, they became more restrained under the doctor's orders.

"He just overuses his brain and needs a good rest-if you are proficient in the magic of the soul, you can feel the active thought field around him-there is no potion that can repair mental exhaustion more than a dream. "

The therapist at the school hospital told him before leaving the dormitory: "Twenty-four hours, if he is not awake after twenty-four hours, then he must be sent to the school hospital... Before that, don’t feed him anymore. Take those weird sober potions."

"Especially Humeizi powder! That thing is for the treatment of epilepsy! Although it has a refreshing effect, improper use is more likely to cause him to show neurotic convulsions...or hysteria."

"Absolutely not, teacher!" Fatty Xin said firmly, almost swearing.

"Since I can't wake up, then I won't waste time." Zhang Jixin slumped weakly on the chair, "I will stop here for now..."

That's it for you, but for me, it's endless! The mental body of the young public-sponsored student listened to the discussion of the partners, thought angrily, and at the same time tried to sink into his body.

Intuition told him that as long as he can go back, his body can wake up.

But his body seemed to be full of invisible repulsion, repelling any mental immersion in him. Even if it was just a finger in it, it took him a lot of effort.

The time to return to the body is far away, as if it is about to become an unattainable dream.

"Oh, it really frightened me!" A voice suddenly rang in his ear: "I have been curious since yesterday, how could you suddenly get out of your body."

Zheng Qing's mental body was taken aback by the sudden sound.

He took his attention away from his body, only to'see' a familiar figure standing behind him.

He is short and squat, wearing a blue robe and black mandarin jacket, and wearing a pair of black round glasses.

It's Mr. Wu.

"Sir?" Zheng Qing couldn't help widening his eyes, and exclaimed: "Why are you here! Am I dreaming? No, no, I feel very clear, I am awake... Nor, if I really awake , How can I see you?! This is the first university..."

The poor public-sponsored student was quickly dizzy by his own reasoning, and the original pure spirit became a little confused.

"Of course I am real!" Mr. Wu laughed and stroked Zheng Qing's head: "Is there a fake Mr.? I noticed that your soul was a little changed last night. I thought you failed to become a cat... …Unexpectedly, it was still in this weird state until noon today, so I couldn’t help but take the time to take a look."

Zheng Qing's initially somewhat hazy spirit became sober again under Mr. Wu's comfort.

Countless questions flashed in his mind instantly, he wanted to ask Mr.

For example, does the husband know the first university? Does he also know where the first university is? Does he know how to get to the first university? Enter the school casually, does he have an invitation letter? If he knows, why has he never mentioned this school to me?

For another example, how does the husband know that my soul is out of the body? Was it a spell on me? How did he know that I became a cat? Why didn't he teach me to become a cat when I had a headache? Was the yellow lily in the bookstore also a wizard? Witch or witch? I even hugged it. Why didn’t I remember to lift its tail and take a look...

For a time, his mind was full of thoughts, and all kinds of strange thoughts could not be contained, and even the original cohesive spirit was shocked and scattered.

"Mind and concentrate, hold one in the middle!" Mr. Wu slapped his head and yelled: "Your spirit is still very fragile, don't think about it! Beware of getting into the devil... If you have any problems, go home to the bookstore on holiday Find me!"

Zheng Qinghun was agitated, and his mind suddenly got rid of distracting thoughts, and his spirit suddenly became stable again.

"I used to worry about your head disease causing soul damage, so I left a charm at hand. I didn't expect it to be used after so long." Mr. Wu seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to explain: "Otherwise, I am afraid that only the great wizard can see the separation of your soul and body in person."

"What's wrong with me?" This was the first question Zheng Qing asked after he became completely calm.

"Obviously, you have been squeezed out by your own soul." Mr. Wu lowered his head, folded his hands, and leaned in front of Zheng Qing, carefully observing Zheng Qing's physical condition. He nodded and made compliments from time to time. .

"Squeezed out by my soul?" Zheng Qing felt that this sentence was a bit inexplicable.

He couldn't help but bow his head to see what his "outer soul" looked like.

Empty and empty.

Is my soul still in my body? What am I now? A memory? A piece of dreamland? Or... a shadow?

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ squeezed out." Mr. Wu explained: "It's like a bucket of water. If you continue to pour water into the bucket after it is full, it will naturally overflow... the strength of the soul that your body can withstand. It's limited, so the soul that can't fit is squeezed out..."

"But why was'I" being squeezed out?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but exclaimed, "Should I not be the master of this body? Those superfluous souls should be squeezed out!"

"Which piece of soul is redundant?" Mr. Wu asked rhetorically.

Zheng Qing was speechless.

"No piece of soul is superfluous." Mr. bowed his head, while checking Zheng Qing's physical condition, he concluded: "The reason why your'consciousness' is excluded is because your body judges that this is the most advantageous choice. After all, the'other' soul fragments are thrown out of the body, and they are likely to drift away with the wind-in short, they are lost or annihilated-and your consciousness will remain'consciously' and will not affect the overall stability of the soul. ."

"As the little therapist said just now, adequate rest can allow your body to adapt to the new soul intensity. At that time, you can'live' and go back."