As dusk falls, the mottled Sleeve Building stands in the last glow of sunset.
Taxi ran over puddles and potholes and slowly stopped in front of Flower Bed.
The car door opened, and Wen Xin took Zhou Xiumei's hand and jumped out of the car. The two girls' laughter echoed in the corridor.
Fang Cheng then got out of the car, habitually looked up at the top floor, and looked at the familiar window of his home.
The lamp is dim, there is no light at all.
There was the sound of stir-frying with spatulas and the crying of unknown children, mixed with the aroma of food floating in the air.
Fang Cheng first sent Wen Xin to the door of the basement. After waving goodbye, he turned around and walked towards Ninth Floor with Zhou Xiumei.
"Brother Cheng."
Arriving in front of Room 906's door, Zhou Xiumei hesitated and turned around holding the guitar case.
Under the dim light of the corridor, the girl raised her face, with concern in her bright eyes:
"You look a little tired. Remember to go to bed early and stay energetic."
She whispered, and she could feel that Fang Cheng seemed a little worried today.
"Well, you should go to bed early, there are still classes tomorrow."
Fang Cheng nodded and watched Zhou Xiumei unlock the door neatly and enter.
The iron gate made a "clatter" sound when it was closed, echoing in the empty corridor.
Fang Cheng turned around and walked towards his home.
The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the window at the end of the corridor, casting a slender strip of light on the Cement ground, which also stretched his figure very long.
Snap.
Insert the key into Keyhole, turn it slightly, and the door is pushed open silently.
The room was dark, with only a glimmer of light from the corridor leaking in through the crack in the door.
Fang Cheng did not turn on the light immediately, but listened for a moment to confirm that there was no abnormal noise in the house.
Then he closed the door with his backhand and turned on the low-power incandescent lamp in the entrance.
The pale yellow light instantly filled this small space.
Fang Cheng carried a satchel on his back, bent down to take off his sneakers, and put on a pair of semi-old Gray cotton slippers.
Afterwards, he did not immediately step on the floor to enter the house, but squatted down and scanned the entrance hall floor with sharp eyes.
His eyes quickly locked on the floor near the crack of the door--
There, there was a black hair that was almost integrated with the texture of the floor, lying quietly parallel to the joints of the floor tiles.
This is an "anti-theft measure" that he will deliberately arrange before going out every time.
"No one has come in..."
Fang Cheng whispered to himself, calming down a bit.
But he did not relax his vigilance.
As he stood up, a faint dark red filter quietly appeared in his field of vision, like some kind of high-tech scanner being activated.
"Scavenger's Eye" is on.
Fang Cheng walked into Living Room while scanning the surrounding environment.
Everywhere you look, there are any abnormal accumulations of dust, slight movements of items, or strange smells lingering in the air...
All possible clues that an outsider may have broken into Suggestion are nowhere to be found.
Supernatural and Sensory Perception are like the most sophisticated radar, covering every corner of the house, especially those places that are easily overlooked.
Under the sofa, deep in the cabinet, in the corner of the ceiling, in the socket Panel...
In addition to searching for traces of abnormalities, Fang Cheng also specifically checked everywhere to see if there were micro-Camera or eavesdropping devices installed for surveillance.
After a few minutes, I "scanned" it carefully and confirmed that there was nothing abnormal.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief, closed "Scavenger's Eye", and his vision returned to normal.
Fang Cheng threw the satchel on the sofa, walked to Refrigerator, took out a bottle of iced Orange Juice, and drank most of it in a few sips.
The cold liquid slid down the throat, taking away some of the dryness.
Tonight, Fang Cheng originally did not intend to return to this home.
Although the Guanlan District set of Unfinished Apartment is simple, it is concealed enough.
But then I thought about it, I just had a conflict with Special Search Team, and Noah Organization was also secretly investigating me.
If you suddenly change your life trajectory and stay out for a long time without going home, it will be more likely to arouse suspicion and appear to be covering up.
Moreover, it's really time to change the clothes you're wearing.
Mother has been staying with Wanghu Town these days to take care of grandpa.
My uncle did not return from a business trip, and Fang Cheng himself made the same excuse, resulting in a lack of supervision for the house being renovated.
Although my grandfather is recovering well and can cope with daily life, my mother is still worried and would rather not go to the hospital for the time being to stay with her old father.
Therefore, he is the only one in this old house for the time being.
After drinking the entire bottle of juice, Fang Cheng walked to the window, opened a corner of the curtain, and looked out the window at the familiar Old Factory Street night view.
Rows of warm lights were lit up in the buildings opposite, and the world was full of fireworks.
Fang Cheng's gaze was as sharp as a falcon, and his sight penetrated directly through Glass, observing possible surveillance points.
After a while, I lowered the curtains and made a judgment in my mind.
"It seems that we haven't reached here yet..."
After stretching my muscles and bones and feeling empty in my stomach, Fang Cheng decided to make a sumptuous dinner first to replenish the huge energy consumed in the past two days.
He opened the Refrigerator and took out the large pieces of Beef left in the refrigerator, a few eggs, and some fresh vegetables.
Cutting meat, washing vegetables, beating eggs... the movements are skillful and fast.
Soon, Gas Stove was breathing flames, and an alluring aroma filled the kitchen.
There are no complicated cooking techniques, just a simple home-cooked recipe, but the portions are full.
The steak was sizzling, the vegetable salad was colorful, and there was a big bowl of fragrant egg fried rice.
Sitting alone at the dining table, the sky outside the window was completely dark, with only the lights of street lights and distant residential buildings dotting the night.
Fang Cheng ate quietly, quickly but not rudely.
Food is quickly converted into energy, filling the body's deficit and bringing a sense of solid satisfaction.
After dinner, I tidied up the kitchen and house briefly and did some basic housework.
When he wiped the last floor and stood up, the familiar Panel Prompt Information appeared in front of his eyes:
[Cooking Experience+2]
[Cooking lv1(214/250)]
[Cleaning Experience+3]
[Cleaning lv1(109/250)]
"Pretty good."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in his heart.
Experience with daily living skills is also steadily increasing, albeit slowly, but better than nothing.
I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 8:52 pm.
Fang Cheng did not take out Dagger as usual, and then practiced Knife Technique, or typed Tai Chi several times.
As Zhou Xiumei said, my spirit is indeed obviously exhausted.
Since Mist Mountain shattered Golden Benba Vase and absorbed its spirituality, Mental Power's consumption has become extremely frequent and the burden has become slightly heavier.
Coupled with the tense state of high vigilance in the past two days, as well as the fierce battle with the officer named Gao.
It even made him feel a trace of weariness originating from the depths of his soul.
Fang Cheng decided to take advantage of the rare peaceful environment tonight to conduct a long Meditation.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately locked all the doors and windows and drew the curtains to block out the outside light and most noise.
Then, he walked into the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the bed.
Start to adjust your breathing, relax your body, and slowly sink your consciousness into the depths of your mind.
At first, all kinds of noise from the outside world came like a tide.
The sound of the neighbor's TV playing next door, the sound of Street's car horn in the distance, and even the sound of water flowing in the pipes are all continuous...
But as Meditation deepens, these sounds gradually become distant and blurry, as if separated by a thick layer of hair Glass.
Until it completely subsides, and the consciousness sinks into a deep and eternal tranquility.
Fang Cheng opened his eyes and "saw" the familiar Dark World again.
Thick Mist surged around, swallowing up all the light.
And in the center of the endless darkness, only a cluster of tenacious Flames is burning quietly.
It seems to be the eternal Lighthouse in this piece of Chaos Space, emitting endless light and heat, guiding the direction of the soul on the way to fascination.
This is "Spirituality Fire" of Fang Cheng.
Compared with the last time we observed it in Unfinished Apartment, the status of Flames at this moment seems to have undergone some subtle changes.
The main body of Flames still maintains the blue and red colors that symbolize its own Willpower.
But in the inner flame, those golden light spots originating from the spirituality of Golden Benba Vase seem to have become more active, and their number has also increased slightly.
They are no longer scattered embellishments, but more closely intertwined with the red Flames.
This makes the entire cluster of Flames take on a brighter, but more unstable orange-red hue.
Every burst of golden light points will cause Flames to jump up suddenly, and the light field will expand outward.
At the same time, it also makes people feel a sense of emptiness as energy is rapidly consumed.
Fang Cheng carefully observed the strange behavior of Spirituality Fire.
At this moment, those excluded noises and illusions were unwilling to be left alone, trying to invade the mind again like ghosts.
Chaotic murmurs sounded at the edge of consciousness, mixed with fragmented shadows.
What's more, there was a faint and mysterious whisper of extremely grand proportions.
It seems that from the depths of the void, someone is chanting an ancient and obscure scripture, which contains indescribable temptation and pressure.
The dark consciousness space rippled with layers, as if it had a secret resonance with some unknown and powerful existence.
Spirituality Fire was disturbed by this and began to shake violently, even his soul felt trembling.
However, Willpower of Fang Cheng is as stable as a rock, and consciousness is always anchored in the core of Flames.
He silently operated the Meditation method and mobilized Mental Power to build a solid barrier to exclude all external disturbances and temptations.
At the same time, he also carefully controls the operation of True Qi in his body.
This time, Fang Cheng did not let the light of Flames penetrate into Real World.
There was only a faint Red Light between the eyebrows, and the body only exuded a warm Aura, avoiding the dilemma of almost spontaneous combustion in Unfinished Apartment last time.
This is a difficult process of confrontation.
It is necessary to maintain the depth of Meditation, resist external erosion and temptation, and control the manifestation of one's own power.
I don't know how long it took, but when the noises and whispers gradually weakened and the shaking of Spirituality Fire gradually subsided and became stable, Fang Cheng felt a little relaxed.
Light blue light flashed in front of my eyes in time, and Prompt Information passed by one after another like running water:
[You are absorbing external consciousness, condensing Self-Awareness, and increasing your spirit by 0.001]
[The degree of your integration with a certain spirituality is gradually increasing, and the spirit increases by 0.001]
[When you practice Meditation Skill, your experience will increase by +1]
[The degree of your integration with a certain spirituality is gradually increasing, and the spirit increases by 0.001]
After Meditation's training, which was like wrestling with an invisible enemy, Spirituality Fire not only successfully stabilized himself.
It has even been tempered and grown slightly in the process of confrontation and absorption.
Fang Cheng can clearly feel that the mental fatigue has been swept away.
Instead, there is a feeling of fullness like after a full meal, and the spirit becomes more condensed and transparent.
He didn't stop there, he was still immersed in the deep Meditation.
Continue to fight against the occasional noise and interference, stabilize the results of cultivation, and continue to accumulate experience.
Time passes silently in silence.
Outside the window, Midnight and Neon Lights flashed, to the silence of the early morning.
Gradually, it transitioned to the gray-blue before dawn, until Fish Belly White appeared in the sky.
The city woke up from its slumber, and the sounds of vehicles driving and passers-by talking began to be heard on Street.
Then, the sun penetrated the gap in the curtains and cast a bright trace of light on the bedroom floor.
As time went by, it moved slowly, and finally landed on the face of Fang Cheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
The warm light brought information from the outside world, and Fang Cheng's eyelids moved imperceptibly.
But he did not open his eyes, and still maintained the attitude of Entering Samadhi.
Neither the hustle and bustle of the outside world nor the warmth of the sun could disturb his inner peace at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, it felt like Mental Power had reached its current saturation state and the effect of Meditation became negligible.
Fang Cheng then slowly breathed a sigh of relief and ended this long Meditation exercise.
Look closely at the ray of Flames in your mind.
After a night of practice and consolidation, Spirituality Fire seems to have undergone some subtle changes.
The color is more towards bright orange-red, and the intertwined golden light filaments are more clear and lively.
The overall shape of Flames has also become much more stable, and the amplitude of swaying has become significantly smaller.
Although the light emitted is still not strong, it gives people a more tenacious and solid feeling.
Fang Cheng thought, Panel appeared in front of his eyes, displaying the summary information of this skill practice:
[Meditation Experience+21]
[Meditation lv1(203/250)]
[Your Spirit Attribute permanently increases by 0.9 points]
[Congratulations, after unremitting efforts and special opportunities, your Spirit Attribute has been significantly improved and has successfully broken through to 48 points]
Fang Cheng's eyes fell on the number "48 points", and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
I opened my eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the table. The hands were already pointing to 14:03.
This time Meditation practiced for more than 15 hours without realizing it.
I actually started practicing last night, stayed up all night, and continued until the afternoon of the next day.
No wonder, the gains in experience and attributes are so rich.
And.
As the spiritual integration with Golden Benba Vase deepens, my own Spirit Attribute is also growing at an extraordinary speed.
Although the magnitude of the improvement this time has declined compared to the last initial fusion, it is already considerable.
"Gugu..."
While thinking about it, a voice of protest suddenly came from my stomach.
Fang Cheng didn't get up immediately.
Instead, he suppressed his hunger, and with a sudden change of consciousness, he entered his own "Memory Palace" again.
Then he quickly opened the bedroom door and stepped into the dark outer hall.
The scene in front of him made him slightly startled, but it was also expected.
The boundaries of the originally dark hall have obviously expanded outward compared to the last time we entered.
It looks more open and deeper, almost like a small square.
In the center of the hall, the golden ball of light was floating quietly, and the light it emitted was a bit brighter than last time.
The vague and mysterious light patterns on the surface of the light ball are intertwined in more complex forms at this moment, becoming a little clearer.
It flows slowly like a living thing, and the running trajectory appears more regular and Order.
Fang Cheng observed these light patterns carefully and faintly felt a special rhythm contained in them.
They seem to maintain the same vibration frequency as the "radio wave information" surrounding the palace, creating a weak resonance and connection.
Remembering the other main purpose of this Meditation exercise, Fang Cheng then locked his sight on the light patterns flowing on the surface of Golden Orb.
Observe for a moment, and then choose one of the light patterns that appears clearest and most familiar.
Then, he tentatively stretched out his right hand and touched it gently.
The moment your fingertips touch the light pattern, a wonderful feeling arises spontaneously.
In the dark, it seems that there is an invisible thread being connected.
Fang Cheng's consciousness followed this thread and instantly penetrated the dark Memory Palace, spanning a long distance in space, and connected to another Consciousness Entity.
The scene in front of me suddenly changed!