Seeing flowers in the fog....?

Do you know what this sentence means, if you have read the book, you should know it, after all, it is very simple, it is very easy to understand, you can't see it clearly, it's hard to see the true and the false.

'Hehe~~!'

Is that all there is to it?

No, sometimes it's sadder than this, seeing the flowers in the fog is foggy and hazy and can't see clearly, but can't see clearly or can be understood as being able to see a general outline, sometimes, in many times there is an outline is enough, see a spot and peek at the whole leopard, a lot of eyes can, now many people can, so what is sadder than this?

'Hehe~!'

It's seen, it's real, it's really hard, but it's really false in nature, it's unreal, but I'm really sad about this unreal sight, and I want to bury myself in hell for this unreal.

It's fake.

Some people may bury themselves in hell and still not find out that it is fake, but they will rejoice that I am free, and I can finally be quiet.

Then relief is pathetic.

It's so quiet and lamentable.

"Ah~~!"

The roar, the hysterical roar, straightened the vocal cords, tore the throat, it hurt, this pain is not something that the will can bear, and it is useless in firmness.

The heart hurts, the pain from the bottom of the heart, the beating of the heart is silenced in it.

It's as if those insects can even eat their minds, they don't tear at anything.

Just now, I seem to have exterminated them, huh?

But in the end, it was found that it was fake, and its own thoughts were eroded and washed, it was just wishful thinking, it was still gnawing on its body, it was still devouring in the blood, it was still tearing in the blood, they were still rubbing against the bones, they were intact.

At this moment, the slightest sound of their teeth rubbing together was like a sneer.

"Hey~~!"

They're bugs, tiny ones, so even if they're laughing loudly, it's very slight, but with so much convergence, then the sneer isn't slight at all.

Loud and clear.

The howl that hissed so loudly that it tore through his throat was crushed down, what is this like, his body, blood, blood, bones, can't move and starve their fists are defeated under the sharp teeth of insects, after all, can't they move, so it's understandable to be defeated, and now?

Ahh

The screams were crushed by the sound of insects, and it was as if it was also a kind of defeat, as if those insects had swallowed up even their own voices, and the voices were tormented, and everything was tormented.

"Hehe~!"

Are you sure?

Of course, the hoarse bugs that eat will of course say it's all true.

But is it true?

Seeing flowers in the fog, are these real?

Looking at the flowers in the fog, I see it seems to be blurry, what I am chasing seems to be more like a falsehood, but I don't know why, I am really chasing, I am tortured here, it is so painful here, so why are you still staying here?

Leave?

Sneered: "Hey~!"

Which mouth did this cold voice come from, in this noisy place of insects, it can still laugh so clearly, is it the god of death?

Death should be it, because it habitually gives the final blow to those who suffer, and now it is the absolute of suffering.

Death?

What is his face and what kind of look?

Didn't you hear the laughter, didn't you hear it sneering, then of course, it was sneering at the moment.

Are you sure?

The smile, the face of death is invisible, and those who see death have become human beings.

But when the flower of fate withers like this, it must be proud, it must be happy.

But I don't know why in the cold dark world, Han Xian's own face is indeed a sneer, there is pride in it, there is joy in it, this color seems to be completely consistent with that of death.

Consistent with it?

This is Han Xian's face, it is absolutely true and certain, this is Han Xian's face, what do you want to express with such a look?

O Grim Reaper.

Death, it is killing people with such a look, I have the same cheeks as it, so what are you killing?

There is no one here, in this dark and cold place, there is only one body, and the Grim Reaper is coming, so you can't let it go home empty-handed, accompany yourself.

The face is grim.

Sneered smirked.

"Hey~!"

The knife shone brightly, and the man who roared, still roaring in oblivion, howled at his own pain, and he howled at this pain over and over again to his soul.

Soul, salvation.

But the soul can't do it with its eyes closed and numb.

He was kneeling cross-legged under the Dao tree, his eyes closed, and on his pale face was engraved distorted pain, how could his soul be spared if he suffered.

In the midst of the pain, I don't know how to go.

Now listening to his own howl of pain and the sneer of the insects hissing and grinding their teeth, it is like a verdict and a talisman.

The verdict of the Hell Hades had been issued, and he sneered and said, "Your Han Xian's death period has arrived, even now, and it is not yet here," so the god of death set off, and it found itself.

But it looked at itself.

It looked at its own pitiful, and indeed cherished its own fateful blow.

And I look at it, poor kind, do you do it, begging?

Being tortured like this, probably.

But it was really hard-hearted, and it just looked at itself and sneered and didn't make any moves.

"Giggle~!"

Gritting my teeth, I continued to look at it, and when I was watching, the pity on my face was tormented by those insects, crazy, crazy for a long time, and roared hysterically: "What are you waiting for, the Hades order to be issued, you shoot, you kill me." ”

Kill?

And it was still a roar, which made the Grim Reaper finish himself.

This is really pitiful, what is more pitiful than this, hysterical, actually want to die, all the perseverance has been eaten by those insects?

That's it, I guess it's done.

Listening, the Grim Reaper in front of him finally had a change in expression, the corners of its mouth rose, the corners of its eyes rose, and a smile appeared, as if it was amiable, and it seemed like a conspiracy had been achieved.

It smiled and said softly and predictably, "Why do you beg me, you can do it yourself." ”

The Grim Reaper seemed to be afraid that Han Xian didn't understand what it meant, so it smiled and said again: "Kill, you can too, you can understand it yourself, kick out the soul and strangle it, you can do it yourself." ”

Wow~?

I was stunned, scared to death, this is okay.

Death, are you lazy, Hades's order allows you to give the last blow to those creatures who are suffering and tortured, but you actually let them do it themselves, you endure it in your heart?

"Oh, that's right, you don't have a heart. ’

The Grim Reaper has no heart, and now Han Xian has a brain?

Brain?

There are so many insects, and the smart brain will be eaten up by the insects, and Han Xian's brain must have been eaten up.

Listening, the words of the god of death, Han Xian actually stopped roaring.

Listening to the words of the Grim Reaper, Han Xian actually calmed down.

Listening to the words of the Grim Reaper, Han Xian nodded obediently in his calmness.

Yes, I can too, it's right, why bother people, I can do it myself, drag the soul out, strangle it.

Clever?

This should be considered brainless cleverness.

It's so smart, and it's so simple, so dry.

All this is really simple, it can be said that there is not the slightest resistance, after all, the soul sitting under the Dao tree is also tortured, and he has had enough.

Drag yourself by yourself.

Kick yourself.

His soul came out of the star chart, came to this dark place, came to this cold place, but for a person who is about to strangle himself, what darkness is darker than his heart, and what is colder than his body, these are just drizzles.

Look.

Look.

The Grim Reaper seemed to be a little nervous, hadn't it seen it before? Maybe it was enjoying the process, its nervousness was like a kind of urging.

Its teeth were tightly closed, and although it did not say a word, its expression was indeed urging over and over again.

Let's do it.

Don't hesitate.

Let's do it.

The heart is dead, the still heart is dead, the heart seems to have really stopped beating, the heart seems to have stopped beating, the soul must have heard it, everything seems to be over.

I don't know if I can't bear it, I don't know if I still have a heart.

When the soul trembled and prepared to clasp his throat, his eyes fell on his body with a slight glance, it was nostalgia.

Spoken.

Seeing the miserable color of the soul, the body spoke, and he roared: "What's so beautiful, it's just a stinky skin, it hurts to death, do it." ”

Stinky skin?

Yes, that's just a stinky skin.

It's not important, but the soul does see a face on this unimportant stinky skin, a distorted, expectant, hopeful face, that's its own face.

Twisted because of pain.

But what is your face looking forward to, and what is it looking forward to?

Death?

This should be the color of death, how did it become a display of his own complexion, is he yelling to kill, is he yelling and killing himself?

"Don't hesitate, let's do it, and you'll be free. ”

That's right, it's the stinky skin of its own roaring.

"Don't hesitate, let's do it, and you'll be free. ”

.....

A sound, from that distorted face, came a voice, he said, the body said, the soul heard, the body urged the soul to destroy itself quickly.

But in the midst of this chaotic sound, I seemed to hear a cordiality again.

"Pound~!"

It was as if what had been calm had ignited its voice again.

"Pound~!"

Look.

I seem to have found it, it has always been, but it is lost by itself, the soul does not care about the urging of the ears, the eyes have been removed from the face of the shell, look, a body, every inch of this body is familiar to me, so now it is unrecognizable, have they been tortured by insects into strangeness?

Have it?

Am I watching?

The urging voice: "Don't hesitate, let's do it, and you'll be free." "The sound of urging to go to hell.

I looked angry, I listened to even more anger, the angry soul was furious, the burning cheeks were distorted, I couldn't help it, I really didn't need to bear it: "Relieve your size." ”

Explode~!

Tear it up~!

"Pound~~!"

The sound of the heartbeat, the sound of the heartbeat in the body, it still has a sound, it is still pushing the blood, it is still pushing the blood to rush in the blood, the blood that is rushing is still quietly attached to the bones.

How has all this changed?

No!

Nothing has changed!

Where are the worms, there are no worms in the flesh, no worms in the blood, no worms in the blood, no worms in the bones, the body is still the body, the body is still the shell, he is unharmed.

"Pound~~!"

The heart beats, from the heart, everything comes from the heart, but do you know the heart: 'You lied to me, the worm is a lie that grows from the bottom of the heart.'" ’

Lies, I was almost driven by my own lies to strangle myself.

"Pound~~!"

Heart, peek through the essence, holy dirt, stand after breaking, experience to stand firm, stop being deceived to see what is true.

Spiritually.

Immaculate True.

There must be a lot of things that you can't see clearly, but don't be deceived by your own heart.