บท 47: Imagination

“What…What is this…” Qing Shui was appalled by the contents of the resin ellipsoid. He carefully distinguished the gyri and sulci of the brain. Suddenly, his eyes widely opened, and he seemed to be afraid to believe what he saw.

“This is a human brain.” Although Qing Shui had saw it closely, he still refused to accept this fact. The physiological structure of this tree had destroyed his previous knowledge of biology. “The brain, is it still alive?”

“Yes, it is alive, and it functions perfectly. The ability of keeping the brain alive is the ability that I am proudest of since I mutated.” As the Willow said so, it withdrew that sophisticated twig combination in the air, and its body emerged in the fog again.

“Now, I am sure you understand why I can speak human language.”

“I understand,” Qing Shui nodded. “Reality is rational.” He murmured to himself and took a few deep breaths before he asked, “But how many brains can you control?”