The philosophical personality says: "It depends on the situation, it is a bit like the rumored 'fantasy forest'."

Song Baojun, who was exploring the beautiful scenery of the forest, was stunned and couldn't help but look back, with a very strange expression: "There are countless personality containers in the universe. So, there is a mutual exchange of information between personality?"

"Oh, how do you know?" asked the philosophical personality.

"I noticed that you used the word 'rumor'. It was because you heard other personalities say it, so that rumors would arise?"

"Yes, I have no intention of hiding it." The philosophical personality instructed Song Baojun to pull out a beautiful flower bush ahead, and a small path appeared in front of him, extending windingly towards a small shimmering pond.

"Wow, you kid is really capable, you can actually discover such a secret place."

"Don't forget the topic we just talked about." The philosophical personality said: "Since we can create imaginary space and Fourier channels, other personalities in the universe can of course be created, so communication and exchanges are created."

"Yeah, that's the case."

The philosophical personality followed Song Baojun slowly and said, "Every personality container is his own small universe. The powerful can transform the contents of the container, and the weak can wait to be transformed by the container. The strong can enter and exit the container of the weak at will, and can set obstacles in their own containers to prevent other personalities from entering and leaving. The weak can let others come in and out, or be forced to accept other people's transformation."

"Then we created the imaginary space, is it strong or weak?"

The philosophical personality yelled and said, "There are only a handful of powerful people. They are so powerful that they are not tolerated by the world of this dimension."

Song Baojun ignored his meaning for a moment and said, "I found that you have more feelings after turning into a human form. What you said is so crazy that it feels like a good thing, at least you can communicate happily."

"You are still wrong. I have no emotional effect. What I am saying is an undisputed fact."

"Okay, let's believe you once." Song Baojun was unwilling to argue with him.

"Okay, let's talk about personality and some relationships between containers and the world. You can regard container space as a mirror parallel to reality, that is, the parallel universe in the multiverse."

Song Baojun, who had basically no physical foundation, was stunned again: "Parallel universe?"

The philosophical personality said: "The multiverse is a theoretical collection of infinite possible universes, including all existence and possible things: all space, time, matter, energy, and physical laws and physical constants that describe them. Is it difficult to understand? Actually, Marvel movies also mentioned it, you didn't watch it? To be honest, I like Captain America's character very much."

"Well, I prefer Black Widow."

Song Baojun walked along the path by the pond, looking left and right for a moment, admiring the unknown flowers and plants under the moonlight.

"This light blue color is like a trumpet, which can refine medicines. The dark purple shrub is Fengzhu grass. Well, that is the shiny mushroom. As long as you touch your fingers, the top of the shiny mushroom will emit a white light."

While explaining the characteristics of the fantasy forest to the enthusiastic Song Baojun, he continued: "You can understand container space as the relationship between countries. For the same country, the United States and Nauru are obviously different; Marshall is not as many people as a community in Chazhou. Some people are strong enough to dominate the entire galaxy, but most of them are just the grassroots of the pyramids, and ants are slaughtered by others."

"Yeah, I understand." Song Baojun had more questions and said: "This forest is very wide and you can't see the edge at first sight..."

The philosophical personality said: "According to the real world measurement unit, here is about 3.20,000 square kilometers, which is equivalent to an Hainan Island."

"This, this is too big, right?" Song Baojun said astonished: "There are special stars in the sky, and the master must be very powerful. But I feel that Wang Lingjuan's personality is as weak as an ant."

"In fact, this space of the fantasy forest was created by a powerful personality thousands of years ago. Time passed, and the personality was annihilated, but the fantasy forest has been preserved. Over the years, countless people who had accidentally entered the fantasy forest and lost their own personalities. I guess Wang Lingjuan is one of them, and she is about to be annihilated."

"What are you waiting for? Find someone quickly. Can you fly? Let's fly into the air to search, or you will just locate it directly. Look at the vast forest of Hainan Island, how difficult is it to find someone inside? You have to find it forever."

"Sorry, this is the only way." The philosophical personality had no apology at all, and said lightly: "The fantasy forest is not an imaginary space. We cannot obtain permission, we can only be like ordinary people."

"That's better not to come."

Song Baojun was discouraged when he heard this. He sat down into the grass and shocked dozens of light trajectories. More than a dozen fluorescent butterflies flew up.

"We just can't call on the resources of the fantasy forest itself at will, but our own secret energy can still be used." The philosophical personality smiled, and his hands gestured in the air, emitting waves of faint light from time to time.

Song Baojun felt that the scapula was numb and itchy, and he thought it was a bug. When he looked back, he saw that his wings made of light were slowly spreading.

"Okay, so we can fly. By the way, Ling Anqi has so many secret energy, it's enough to spend two or three days romantically."

The philosophical personality led Song Baojun to fly up more than 20 meters above the fantasy forest. Below him were patches of flowers, plants and trees, dotted with beautiful lights that looked like dreams.

Looking down from above, the forest landscape is very magnificent, especially under the illumination of two moons. The sky is as blue as if washed by water, and the snow-white clouds float quietly in the air. The orange-red moonlight is like a magical curtain, slowly covering the forest, the whole earth suddenly becomes clear, and the picturesque scenery is in sight.

A continuous forest stretches under the sky, as calm as the sea without the wind.

Song Baojun exclaimed and said loudly: "If I had known, I would have called romance over and enjoy it together."

"Haha, the idea is good, but if Romance accepts the style of the fantasy forest and wants to create a similar forest in the imaginary space, then your secret energy consumption will be three to five times faster than before."

Song Baojun immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

"It's too slow to find this, so I'll re-determine the coordinates." The philosophical personality stopped in the air, his hands intertwined, and an image formed by a light spot gradually took shape.

"What's this?"

"Holographic geographic map of the fantasy forest." The philosophical personality dropped a softball-sized ball of light into the higher sky: "Make another microsatellite to detect it."

After a moment, the fantasy forest holograms lit up small light spots one after another, densely packed branches everywhere, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and constantly flashing, like city satellite photos at night.

"There are thousands of different personalities who have missed this space, and I believe Wang Lingjuan is one of them."

Philosophical personality quickly analyzes the various strange personalities in the hologram. In Song Baojun's eyes, countless light spots in the hologram in front of him lit up one by one and then went out, so fast that it was like a computer running four operations.

“Finally found.”

The philosophical personality and Song Baojun flew over the forest hundreds of kilometers and fell into a quiet lakeside.

A middle-aged woman with a thin face sat by the lake, without any strands, and her long gray hair was spread downwards. The mirror-like lake water clearly reflected her aging appearance. At her feet, a gentle deer was gnawing on the grass.

Hearing the philosophical personality and the sound of Song Baojun falling from behind, the middle-aged woman turned around in surprise, looking at each other up and down, but she didn't care that her body was exposed to the sight of the two.

I saw that her thin body, her eyebrows were very delicate and familiar. Her temples were gray and her face turned pale. The little moon in the sky was of this color. The two balls of flesh on her breasts spread out to both sides, like shriveled pears.

The back is a little hunched, and the blue veins on his hands are bulging, looking at least about sixty or seventy years old.

"This aunt is Wang Lingjuan, are you scaring me?" Song Baojun glared at the philosophical personality in dissatisfaction.

The philosophical personality said: "That's right, she is Wang Lingjuan."

The aunt opposite heard the names in their mouths and couldn't help but lit up. She stood up with great difficulty, looked at Song Baojun, and asked with difficulty: "What did you... say just now? What is my... name?"

The voice is bitter and the tone is strange. It seems that people who are isolated from the world have not spoken for many years and have forgotten how to communicate with others.

The philosophical personality said: "Wang Lingjuan."

"Wang Lingjuan? Wang Lingjuan? Wang Lingjuan?" The aunt murmured like a demon, stunned on the spot, with endless confusion in her eyes, and then a hint of joy arose: "I remember, my name is Wang Lingjuan, I can actually find my name..."

This old woman with disheveled hair is really the girl Wang Lingjuan who smiles cutely in her impression? Maybe it's just the same name and surname?

Song Baojun was reluctant to believe it and asked, "Are you really Wang Lingjuan?"

The old woman looked at him hesitantly, her mouth stumbled up and down, and it took her a long time to say the words: "I... think you are vaguely familiar, uh, who are you?"

Song Baojun didn't say anything. The old woman reached out to touch the soft back of the deer and pondered: "It seems... I saw you when I was a child...what's your name?"

Even though Song Baojun had a lot of questions, he had to hold it in his mouth and looked at the philosophical personality with inquiring eyes.

The philosophical personality said: "She is indeed Wang Lingjuan, but she is just the seventy-year-old Wang Lingjuan. As I said before, the space and time in parallel universes are not the same. Some universes are fast, while others are slow. Just like the fantasy forest, the time ratio to reality is 100:1."

Song Baojun understood, but was also shocked and said in a trembling voice: "What do you mean... She has suffered from mental illness for half a year in reality, but in fact, she accidentally broke into the fantasy forest. It has been fifty years since she!?"

The philosophical personality nodded: "That's it."
Chapter completed!