[3] Assimilation

I think that a normal life must at least be based on the premise of one body and one soul.

The feeling of being shackled and manipulated in the early days made me quite unhappy, and no modern person can tolerate this kind of unfreedom, and I decided to find another host before I was detained from Stockholm syndrome.

I didn't know how to get there, but the first thing I tried was to summon miracles with the power of my mind or will. Every day, I strongly bless myself with the belief that I want to leave, or strongly curse this guy to hurry up and braid, so that I can dominate this **.

I don't know if it was due to this man's occupational illness or because of the influence of my thoughts in the dark, He liked to go in and out of all kinds of dead people—every time I told myself more strongly to leave him at once, and go to the arms of the dead on earth—at least the dead man had no soul, and I possessed him, and maybe I could resurrect him, and enjoy the big room alone.

It caused me to want to pounce on a dead person for a long time after that. It's kinder than seeing a living person.

I think there is no problem with my thinking, if I am already a part of his "spirit", then as long as this part of me is strong enough, I may be able to defeat that part of his spirit, and thus gain dominance and control over the entire spiritual system.

But I never succeeded.

I recognized the reality that I couldn't defeat this man.

I laughed at the confidence I had come out of nowhere, and the confidence that I could overcome him mentally. This man, he personally led his soldiers to slaughter his best friend's Manmen, he watched his friend die in front of him, he was so sad that his heart was broken, but he still stood like a bamboo, and he was still able to move the stars and change the battle with great calm, and arrange the affairs of the court and the family and the orphans of his friends properly.

How could I have been able to defeat such a strong man.

Well, I raise my hands in surrender, I give up, break the jar, and prepare to survive for decades until I die with this one.

It is often said that two people who have lived together for a long time will slowly assimilate and become more and more like each other. I, on the other hand, can empathize with all his emotions, understand all his thoughts, eat, drink, and sleep with him every day, and the results of assimilation seem to be inevitable, even more rapid and thorough.

I gradually got used to his habits, his food tastes, his way of thinking, and even to being an invisible person in his body.

But it's not without gains.

I followed him and had an eye-opener.

He protected the emperor's throne, he helped the emperor to quell the chaos, he planned to punish the ministers, he set off a monstrous wave with one hand, and lifted off the treacherous bigwigs who had dominated the court for decades and were at the top of the regime one by one, and supported half of the emperor with his own strength for the emperor who was the least like the emperor in history.

In this long process of exhausting myself every moment and stepping on the tip of a knife, I felt that my soul had been sublimated after going through everything with him.

How to put it, I just feel stronger than before. From him, I learned what it means to be as strong as a rock and as sharp as an ice blade. This man's nerves were made of steel, and paradoxically, every time he missed his dear friend who died in front of him, his heart turned into a ball of snow, which shattered when he pinched it, and what flowed out was water that could cool the bone marrow.

So one day, I suddenly got an opportunity, just after I became mentally strong, just when his heart was as soft as snow—

[4] Existence

It was ten years after the death of the exile, and the man was drunk and collapsed beside his clothed mound. He was so drunk that he went from ** to spirit, and completely lost his willpower.

Although I often drank a little wine and sang a drunken drunk in that life, I never drank bitter wine, nor did I get drunk.

This bastard was so drunk that we had a bad stomach, and I didn't want to be drunk by him until my stomach vomited blood, so I scolded him while scolding him with my heart and finger him.

"fuck your old godmother!"

- Wait, what did I hear?

- I heard this sentence squirting out of his mouth clearly!

I thought I was drunk and hallucinating, until I cursed in English again, and heard it literally come out of his mouth again - you know, I didn't have ecstasy at that moment, I didn't want to cheer at that moment, and at that moment, I cried like a fucking dog.

I know I'm getting stronger. After being led by him to see so much bloody wind and blood and the sinister world, I was assimilated and strengthened.

so strong that he could finally take advantage of the weakness when he was drunk enough to let go of all his tenacity and defense.

- I finally have the qualifications to control this **.

I used to think that I would rather be out of the flesh than be detained to survive, but suddenly I don't want to leave this **.

If they could live, who would beg to die?

I think I can still become stronger, strong enough to completely occupy this ** one day, instead of being like now, only after he gets drunk can he have a chance to "come out" and let it out.

There are two sides to everything, one eliminates the other, this is similar to a war, the two sides of the battle are me and him, I need to defeat him to have more territory, just like the antibodies and viruses in the human body, whoever wins can do whatever he wants with this **. If I can be strong enough to gain the upper hand, then he will be the one who becomes invisible and huddles in his shell.

- Damn, when the time comes, Lao Tzu will eat ten bowls of coriander in a row, disgusting to death this anti-coriander party!

In order not to make this clever bastard aware of my presence and take precautions, every time I come out to "let the wind out", I try to be careful not to leave a trace.

But I need to find a sense of existence, and those who have not experienced "non-existence" will never be able to appreciate what a grateful gift "existence" is.

I want people to know that I exist, desperately.

I want to be noticed, I want people to look for me, to think about me all the time, and I can always be there and watch, and enjoy the pleasure of being in the world.

Yes, I need to prove that I do, I exist.

[5] Speculation

I have to say that Bu Xinghe is an unborn genius.

Through my host's memories of this person, I even have some suspicions that Bu Xinghe is also worn.

But amazingly, he wasn't.

He's a real homegrown talent.

This probably doesn't have to be too unusual, since there can be Einstein Edison in this world, why can't there be a galaxy.

This man has a lot of great ideas, and even has his own inventions, but unfortunately, he still has too many advanced and amazing ideas, and he only has time to tell his friends around him, and he has already left his soul before he can realize them.

Maybe it's because of the influence of my host, or maybe I'm a great admirer of Bu Xinghe, or maybe my soul, as a fusion with the host's second personality, has been imperceptibly brainwashed, and I miss him like my host, imagining that he can be reborn, and go to his unfulfilled wishes and fulfill his wonderful ideas.

I want to take him with me to blow up the sense of existence.

[6] Powerful

For a person who has seen through the red dust at the age of eight, the only way to live to the end of life without wanting to live so boring is probably to always maintain a pleasant game mentality.

Yes, whether in a past life or in this life, whether I have a double cultivation with a big man or not, my unique and only hobby has never changed, I want to continue to flirt with this charming world, observe the human nature hidden in the deepest part of the soul, so as to prove that the red dust I have seen through is indeed broken without regrets.

Unfortunately, before the first steps had been taken, an unexpected turn of events had disrupted my charming plan.

That was twelve or thirteen years ago, and one day, this man ran home like crazy.

After Bu Xinghe's family was wiped out by him, he quietly took his pair of children home and raised them, claiming to be his second brother's flesh and blood, and he took care of them as an uncle.

He ran home because the girl in the pair of children accidentally fell into the water and almost lost her life.

When I got home, the little girl had just been rescued and was in a coma on the bed, and after the first look at the man, I knew that he was in pain again.

After Bu Xinghe died, he was in pain every day, like slashing the tip of a knife on his heart every minute and every second.

I think the most tragic thing about this man is that his nerves are too strong, which is very contradictory, he is in pain and strong at the same time, just like he can't faint when he wants to faint to the extreme, he can only endure it alive, to make the most appropriate analogy, he is like he is suffering from a torture, 36,000 knives, the knife is extremely painful, but he can't die.

While he was being tortured, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the little girl on the bed, I don't know how long, until the little girl opened her eyes.

The little girl's eyes look like a galaxy, black, bright, and cold.

- Cold? No, Bu Xinghe's eyes are not cold, it is this little girl who is cold.

From the moment she opened her eyes, a thought flashed in his heart: she was not Xiao Qi.

She's not Xiao Qi, so who could it be?

The eyes are not right. He said so in his heart.

It's an adult's eyes. He said.

He is a man with an unusual experience. He said.

Calm, fearless, sensitive, unfazed. He said.

I thought at the time, this guy has been nervous for too long, and he is probably really nervous now.

But later, as he made meticulous observations, I was surprised to admit: yes, this little girl has changed, she is not the original one, she-she should be the same as me-she is wearing, she is wearing, she is a traverser, just like me!

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