This pat on the shoulder seemed to be some kind of signal, symbolizing the end of this sudden meeting.

In a blink of an eye, Aaron felt everything around him began to blur.

Everything in front of you becomes a distinction between lines and color blocks, clearly divided.

Just as he was about to leave this space, he accidentally glanced at the clouds above his head.

At this moment, he froze.

The originally black cloud layer also turned into color blocks and lines at this moment, but vaguely, Aaron seemed to see some existence hidden behind the cloud layer.

Or, a certain eye.

It is extremely difficult to describe that feeling. I can only say that it should not be the real eye, but the concrete product of some kind of gaze.

An indescribable existence came to his sight, and I don’t know if it was deliberately hiding behind the clouds. Anyway, its sight quietly lies above the clouds, looking down at the earth.

Looking down at the endless tombstones and two living people...

This kind of gaze is as high as a hanging sword, observing transcendently.

However, this existence is not as sharp as the hanging sword.

For Aaron, this sense of astonishment was as if he had secretly played a game in class, and when he looked up, he saw the class teacher's peaceful "smiling face".

For a moment, you didn't know whether the class teacher had just passed by or was there all the way.

At this moment, Aaron, who was about to leave, even had the illusion that even his underwear was seen through.

He tried hard to open his mouth and tried his best to prepare to shout, but the words lost their due meaning at this moment.

Rick, who was originally close to him, was already far away in the sky, blurring a mass of color.

Of course Rick couldn't hear Aaron's prompt, so maybe he didn't know that the conversation between the two had fallen into the sight of the indescribable person just now.

"Maybe, He doesn't care at all..."

Aaron could only comfort himself in this way.

Perhaps, this existence above the clouds did not hear the communication between the two ants under his feet. Of course, it is more likely that He would not care at all.

But, no matter what, Aaron's sense of crisis quietly rose.

Although he had warned himself as cautious as possible, it seemed that nothing was enough!

For a moment, Aaron didn't know whether Rick knew the indescribable existence above his head.

Because of the haste, he didn't see the figure clearly.

And the system seems to have no prompt popped up because of this.

However, Aaron found that the surrounding color blocks were still far away, and the lines were gradually fading away.

The world beside me slowly turned into dark nothingness.

Without the expected direct return to the real world, he seemed to be stuck in a temporary transition space again.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the feeling of entering this world at the beginning. It is like floating in a dark ocean, allowing one's existence to rise and fall.

No sound, no color, no perception...

Compared to that time, Aaron is obviously much more mature now. After experiencing various extraordinary events, he has even become resistant to such similar events.

At least you can calm your mind and treat everything around you calmly.

At present, his soul should be injected into his body again.

And then...

Aaron, who was in a soul body, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

After going out, he would have to face the rampage Anne...

Although Rick didn't say it explicitly, Aaron could guess now that entering Albert's cemetery just now should be a kind of soul communication.

He communicated with Rick for a long time, but in the real world, maybe a moment passed.

Since Rick wants him to live well, it is impossible to make such a low-level mistake...

Thinking of this, my side suddenly lit up.

A cluster of faint flames appeared before Aaron.

The red flames floated like rootless duckweed, perhaps because there was no light at first, but at this moment, Aaron felt that the flame was particularly dazzling.

However, the flame was not as warm as it was, and even if it was close, Aaron did not feel the slightest burning sensation.

He was so devilish that he subconsciously stretched out his hand and held the flame.

There was no touch, as if this flame was just a phantom.

When Aaron touched it, the flame shattered quietly like a bubble.

However, at this moment, Aaron clearly heard the knocking sound.

It is ancient and clumsy, like a confrontation between some hard objects, with some strange melody.

Before he could realize what it was, in a blink of an eye, one or two sparks appeared in front of him.

Without explanation, Aaron had some clarity in his mind - that was to make fire.

Chisel stone to make fire.

Scattered Mars were splattering, flying around like headless flies in this dark space.

However, every splashing sparks did not go out, but instead flashed with a red light suspended.

The sound of chisel strikes continued, Mars kept coming out, accumulating in the air with a small amount of accumulation.

Maybe it was because Mars had accumulated to a certain limit. At some point, these countless red light spots suddenly flashed.

There was no extra sound, but Aaron seemed to be able to hear the "cry" sound - the sound of flames rushing out.

The sound of chiseling quietly disappeared at this moment, and only this beating flame was left in the entire darkness.

But this is not over.

The flames slowly expanded, quietly enlarging from the size of beans, and in a blink of an eye it had surpassed Aaron and squeezed out a darkness.

The darkness in this space is just a relative concept.

Under the light of this fire, under the darkness, there is nothingness.

Rather than saying that the fire shines on this darkness, it is better to say that the fire is squeezing away and replacing the darkness.

The fire is jumping quietly, constantly constructing and changing.

Although it was just a ball of flame, Aaron seemed to be able to see countless shapes from this flame.

The fire without form.

It has neither form nor can it have thousands of forms.

The long-lost information flow flooded into my mind again, but it was different from the information flow just now. This time, Aaron vaguely mastered some of the skills of the Formless Fire.

If the inexplicable feeling in the last time just told him how to ignite the Formless Fire, then this time, he roughly knew how to use the Formless Fire.

When the flames climb to the extreme, it will burst.

So, the tumultuous fire exploded quietly.

Aaron subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, only to feel his eyes full of redness.

At the same time, the burning sensation quietly returned.

Everything around me began to deform.

So Aaron heard a scream.
Chapter completed!