Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 475 Rereading Journey to the West

After I truly regained my freedom, I began to explore the space I was in, and found that it was an oblique triangle gap. Except for the place supported by the golden cudgel, there was still some distance to the side. It was the overall stone structure, gradually moving towards the On the other side, there is a pile of crushed stones, and air pours in from the gaps in the stones. I tried to push it, but it was solid, and there was no possibility of moving at all.

In such a small space, standing was a problem, let alone finding a way out.

I didn't give up, but curled up on the ground, trying to climb in from another narrow opening, but in the end I found that the narrow exit over there was also a large pile of stones.

It is so tightly packed here that there is no room for manipulation.

I worked hard for a while, and finally had to sit on the ground and began to think about a problem.

That terrifying Baisheng Demon Lord, has he escaped?
With that guy's strength, can he escape from this earth-shattering collapse?

Or, he was directly sealed and fell into that bottomless pit?

What about the rest?

Although I took time to break the structural stone, but in such a short and limited time, can Baihu and Ma Yi'ao rescue the members of the scientific expedition team and ensure their own safety?

Did they escape?
And if you escape, will you come back to save me?

Countless questions surfaced in my mind, and being in such a narrow and dark space, I felt the deepest powerlessness all the more.

In such a desperate situation, I began to sing loudly.

Because it's so quiet here.

It was so quiet that I could only hear my breathing and my heartbeat, it was just horrific.

From "Red Sun" to "Broad Sea and Sky", from "Really Love You" to "Youth Without Regrets", from "Big Sedan Chair" to "Tracker's Love", I sang all the songs I can think of and know how to sing I read it over and over again, I can remember some lyrics, hum when I can’t remember, sing wantonly, cry after singing, laugh after crying, scold after laughing, roll all over the floor after scolding, roll to the back, I don’t know Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept for this sleep, and when I woke up again, there was another bubble of urine in my stomach.

I held back my urine and squatted on the ground thinking for a long, long time.

One thing I discovered is that if I want to persevere, I have to have a firm belief, otherwise I will probably be driven crazy by such an environment.

What is that belief?

It is hope, the firm belief that Ma Yi'ao will come back to save me.

That man is someone worthy of my entrustment.

Only by maintaining strong confidence in him can I persevere and not give up on myself like before.

The extreme silence and darkness can definitely devour reason.

How long I can last, I don't know.

I must have a plan, a plan that can last longer in this ghostly place, only in this way can I survive until the day when Ma Yi'ao comes to rescue me.

I held back until my bladder burst, and I just figured out the whole plan.

The biggest problem I face while staying here is actually very simple.

Four words.

Eat and drink.

As long as this is resolved and the basic survival is guaranteed, everything else is trivial.

Eating and drinking are maintained by the supplies in the gossip bag, and Lazard, how to solve this?
In this narrow space, I can't build a toilet at all.

Is it possible that in the next time, I have to be with a lot of shit and fart, and finally fainted alive and died here?

Isn't this too frustrating?
After thinking for a long time, I thought of a way.

That is the fire of candle yin.

Although this thing can't smelt stones, it is easy to deal with excrement. Even if the excrement after burning has some peculiar smell, it is much better than the original ecology.

There is actually a lot of space at the narrow opening just now. Although I can't crawl through it, it is not a big problem to store the incinerated residue of these excrement.

Moreover, I have seen some related reports and news before, saying that some people lost their way in the desert, then there was no water source, and they finally survived by drinking urine.

There are many components of urine, such as urea, uric acid, creatinine, ammonia, etc., but the most important thing is actually water.

Moreover, the proportion of water even reached 90.00% six to 97.

In other words, in fact, as long as it is processed, urine can actually be recycled.

Moreover, I am trapped in such a place, unable to expend my physical strength, and my food intake requirements are actually not much. If I learn from the tortoise and consciously slow down my metabolism, the supplies originally planned to be consumed in two months will actually be exhausted. able to last longer.

It can even take a year and a half without any problem.

In addition, the remnants of the "Wenqu Blending Pill" I got earlier, besides melting the demon pill, there are some other methods, including the bigu method.

The so-called "Bigu" is actually a Taoist practice method to prolong life. In addition to obtaining energy by adjusting breath and moving qi, the diet that goes with it is also a very useful method. If I pick up this method , the time it can last, maybe even longer.

Thinking about it this way, I realized that I had unlimited potential.

I can live longer.

After thinking about this, I found an empty mineral water bottle, released the urine that was about to burst, and then started a simple operation - when I was in a state-owned enterprise, I worked in a chemical laboratory , simple distillation and separation, the principle is the same, in fact, it is not difficult.

When the fractionated product came out, I smelled it and found no difference, then took a sip, tsk tsk, beer smell...

Ugh, shit, I forgot to change the container.

puff……

The next time became interesting. I began to separate out all my novel ideas and experiment one by one. In this small space, I tried tirelessly and found that all my guesses got a good result. result.

That said, I was able to achieve a crude cycle that guaranteed me to survive for a longer period of time.

In fact, when I was bored, I smelled the dried excrement, and even had the illusion that this thing could be eaten.

Of course, that was just an illusion.

In a short period of time, I exploded with great creativity. Not only did I distribute all the supplies properly, but I also carefully organized the space I was in, and tried to follow the method above in "Wenqu Blending Pill" Go to bigu, and start to adjust the rhythm of his practice.

Day after day, I gradually integrated all the methods and began to enter a state of right track, and I didn't have to worry about survival.

However, at this time, I found that I suddenly fell into a kind of extreme decadence.

The long-term closed state made me almost go crazy.

That state is hard to describe to others.

In fact, shutting down a small black room is a very serious punishment in the army, and it is the same in prisons. I have also read some news reports that some foreign TV programs have done experiments to lock a group of people separately. In a room, without communicating with the outside world, living independently, see how long you can last, but without exception, these people can't last for three or two days, and some people even lose in an afternoon.

Because such a state would cause a normal person to collapse.

And the environment I am in now is far worse than all the previous situations, and I don't know how many days I have stayed.

In a word, this kind of silence really drives people crazy.

So in addition to practicing, I began to try to find something for myself to do, such as singing, such as engraving on the mountain wall, such as talking to myself, such as one person playing two roles in a conversation, and in the end, it brought me from the brink of collapse What was saved was a book.

That book is called "Journey to the West", one of the four great classics in ancient China, "Journey to the West" by Mr. Wu Chengen.

At the beginning, after confirming that I was the blood of the Lingming stone monkey, I went to the bookstore to read it. Later, when I was recuperating in Mangshan, I bought the whole "Journey to the West" and read it seven or eight times. Nightcrawler's memory became stronger after that, and I could almost recite it backwards. At this moment, I began to recite "Journey to the West" word by word to kill the boring time.

"The poem says: Chaos is not divided into chaos, the sky and the earth are chaotic, and no one sees the vastness. Since Pangu broke the majesty, he opened up the distinction between clear and turbid..."

"Gai heard that the number of heaven and earth is 12 years old. One yuan is divided into twelve meetings, which are the sub, ugly, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai. Twelve also..."

"The monkey is in the mountains, but it can walk and jump, eat grass and trees, drink streams, pick mountain flowers, and forage trees and fruits; it is accompanied by wolves and insects, tigers and leopards are in groups, roe and deer are friends, and macaques are relatives; it sleeps on rocky cliffs at night. Underneath, in Chaoyou Peak Cave..."

I recited it over and over again, from beginning to end, again and again, except for practicing, sleeping, eating and drinking, I spent almost all of my time on this matter.

Gradually, I was immersed in the magnificent and soul-stirring mythical world.

Even though I know that this is a novel made up by the ancients, even if I know that the Sun Dasheng in it is not the same as the legendary Monkey King in the world of Nightcrawler, but I, who has the blood of the "Lingming Stone Monkey", still can't help it. Live in it.

Later, I actually had a hallucination of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

who am I?
Who am I?
Am I Hou Mo, or Sun Xingzhe, or Monkey King, Monkey King?

(End of this chapter)