Sword and Magic and Taxi

The cave cannot see the sun rising and setting, the moon is full and the moon is missing, the cave cannot feel the change of cold and heat and the withering glory of everything, the time here seems to be frozen. The water ticked down from the stone pillars overhead to the black underground river water, and then passed by with the quiet water flow. But if you want to use this as a timekeeping method, you will definitely feel that time is fast and slow, and has lost its meaning.

　　 Maybe because of this, Zhao Mai could not travel in time in the green dream. He couldn't travel to the past to see Winterfell's father like Bran, nor could he foresee the future like the Three-eyed Crow. He is trapped in the present, a prisoner of the present. He couldn't find the barrier separating the present from the past and the future at all, let alone a breakthrough.

"The blood in you has not flowed in this world. No wonder I couldn't see you before." The three-eyed crow's voice was a little excited, because he solved a question that had troubled him for a long time: "You really came from nothing! Here, you have no parents and no matriline. Just as a tree has no roots, naturally there is no past that was a seed. This is why you cannot see the past."

　　 "Then why can't I see the future?" Zhao Mai said: "I don't need to have a child to see the future, right?"

"My blood comes from the ancestors. I trace my blood. All the ancestors are relatives. Although I have, I don't need to leave my own children to reach the future. However, without the past, there is no future." Three-eyed Crow Said: "For this reason, you can't find the original ghost."

"Bran is looking for the strange ghost by following the blood of the strange ghost in his body? Is there any danger?" Zhao Mai pointed to the three-eyed crow and said, "I warn you, he is only a child. The strange ghost uses the baby to provoke him. Angry me, if you use Bran, I will also get rid of you."

"I won't do that. Bran is a direct descendant of mine and has the same name as me (Brandon Stark, nickname Bran). I only have to do it when he is ready and has enough training. That’s why he will be allowed to do this. I’m just worried that the child’s talent will make him proud and let him try to cross the safety line."

　　 "Then warn him in advance. Let him know the consequences and alert him." At this time, Zhao Mai suddenly thought of a question: "Although the root of my blood is not here, what will happen if I have to look for it?"

　　 "No one knows." said the three-eyed crow, "but I guess you just wasted your efforts."

　　 Zhao Mai shook his head. He still remembered that Zhong Jianbai said that the ability of the Three-Eyed Crow might be used as a mechanism for traversing communication, maybe it was based on this. After thinking about it, he began to experiment, trying hard to return to his parents. Then everything happened.

　　 When he came into a brand new green field of vision, this time, everything around him was dark, pure darkness, like a universe without stars, and there was no way back. There is no light in the universe, so it is temperature, and a feeling of deathly loneliness surges up, surrounds him, and penetrates into his heart. No need for warning from the three-eyed crow, he knew that once he was frozen through, he would really die here, floating forever alone.

　　 "Little Flower?!" Zhao Mai called, but there was no reply. She would come with me at this time. Zhao Mai looked around blindly, there was nothing in the absolute darkness, he couldn't tell where he was. The heartbeat gradually slows down, and when it stops beating, the feeling of time will disappear.

　　 "Darkness, darkness..." Zhao Mai muttered to herself: "Since there is no light, then I will light up here!"

　　 He no longer suppressed the frequency of the natural force, and began to transform into a white ball in a mental state. The deformation did not happen, but the light gushed out of him and became a light in the universe.

　　 The place where the light has reached, there are shadowy images, which are constantly changing. It's a bit like a movie screen projected on a water curtain, but the brightness is poor, making it hard to see. Zhao Mai continued to strengthen the natural force until the white light emitted by his body became dazzling, and he finally saw it. It is not a picture, but a superposition of countless pictures. In each picture he is himself, doing different things. He looked at it carefully, but found that in each picture he was not himself, there were always slight gaps, and what they did didn't seem to be done, and the people they saw didn't seem to have been seen before.

　　 Zhao Mai stretched out his hand, touched these pictures, and then he could hear the sound. Similar to him, but not exactly the same, each one is like this. It contains his childhood, present and future, but none of them has actually happened to him. At this time, he finally understood that this is the self in countless parallel worlds, a different self produced in countless possibilities and choices.

　　 "Yes, of course it is me who took my own bloodline recently." Zhao Mai looked around, wherever his light can illuminate, it is his own picture, I don't know where it is. He wanted to see if there were more pictures further away, and then found that he could move. Of course, it could also be that these pictures started to move, and he could not strictly distinguish them. But fortunately, with himself as a reference, he was finally able to move.

　　 With light and energy, he finally no longer feels cold and his body gradually regained vitality. He keeps accelerating his speed and shuttles through the dome film composed of parallel himself, just like he has experienced his own life countless times. A clear illusion slowly came to my mind, as if the things that happened in the image had really happened to me. All the scenes in it were put on the ground, and all the feelings in it were empathetic.

　　 When this feeling came up, he suddenly found something strange. You must know that all the pictures around you are moving at the same time as you move, and the pictures are relatively static. But Zhao Mai discovered that there was one thing that seemed out of sync in the distance, and it didn't move when the screen moved. That was the second point of reference he found in space, so he flew towards it.

After 　　 approached, he found that it was a black stone slab with a width, length and height of 1:4:9. The surface did not reflect light or emit light, and it was absolutely dark. In the dark background, this kind of thing should have been invisible in vision, but Zhao Mai could clearly feel it, as if something was calling.

　　 He flew twice around the slate~www.NovelMTL.com~ and couldn't see any strangeness until he touched the surface. The surface of the slate was as warm as jade, and for a moment he thought he had touched water. A circle of ripples appeared on the surface of the slate, and then the slate reflected Zhao Mai's figure, like a mirror.

　　 It is not the first time that Zhao Mai looks in a mirror, but this time is the strangest. He scratched his head, then greeted himself in the mirror. The shadow inside made the same movement, and then suddenly the light disappeared.

　　 Numerous spells appeared on the surface of the black stone slab, violently gushing out like an erupting volcano, and then spreading everywhere like lava. These charms have no effect on Zhao Mai, Zhao Mai can grasp it at will, or penetrate it according to his own mind. But the "movies" of parallel worlds cannot bear it. Whenever the lava of the spell touches, the image will disappear and melt in the lava.

　　 "No. No. What a bad thing this seems to be!" Zhao Mai wanted to stop, but couldn't stop it. After only a few breaths, there is no pattern of parallel worlds anymore. In the end, only himself is left, and after the spell lava disappears, his reflection reappears in the black slate.

　　 The stone slab vibrated, suddenly shrank and thinned, and buttons and screens appeared on the surface. In Zhao Mai's surprised eyes, the slate turned into his mobile phone and flew into his hands. (To be continued.)