Lu Shaozhen couldn't remember what it was like to come out of the thorn net, he only felt that Lang Lang Qiankun broke free from the haze that covered the sky, the sun shone all over the world, and the clouds opened and dispersed in an instant, and the white marshmallow-like clouds in the sky exuded dazzling light.

It's like the view of a seaside resort, lying on a bench in shorts, sipping an ice drink with sunglasses, accompanied by soothing and relaxing music, and a sexy bikini as far as the eye can see. The sun pours on the wheat-colored skin, and the heart of a lover is warm.

What kind of beauty is that? But isn't this an illusion? I just passed through the thorn net, and I can't describe it as scarred all over my body, why is there such a picture in my head?

Is it self-protection after experiencing too much suffering? Although physical harm is inevitable, the soul always has to have a strong sense of self-protection, this level of torture has caused extreme discomfort in one's heart, is it one's own instinct to make oneself imagine the good?

The spiritual mirage doesn't stop there, does it? However, he can also vaguely feel the reality of the scene, this is a wonderful state of mind, a kind of self-defense mechanism mixed with consciousness as a potential guide, although he feels a little neurotic, but I have to admit that he feels suddenly relaxed.

Lu Shaozhen stumbled towards the root of the wall, his whole body was weak to a certain extent, and even bending over required great perseverance to stabilize the momentum of falling. Immediately afterward, the whisper of the summer sea breeze echoed in his ears, like the siren's song containing magical power, bringing his thoughts to the blue sky.

He sat down slowly against the wall, his skin up and down seemed to be unconscious, and his head was wrapped in a torn motorcycle suit, staring blankly ahead. As far as he could see, Chang Mingda had become a veritable bloody man, and the fine scratches were not even at all, because there were terrible scars from head to toe, and the originally thick hair on his head had not been much left, and even in some places it could reach as deep as the skull.

Chang Mingda seemed to have become insensitive, he mechanically used his bloody palm like a walking corpse to pull away the chain blocking in front of him, and then he drilled out of the two chains, just like a hundred times before, the blades and thorns on the two chains cut mercilessly on his back and chest.

It doesn't matter anymore, theocracy has been completely numb, as if pain is the mainstream of life, and this kind of torture seems to be able to push people's hearts into the abyss of perversion.

Lu Shaozhen suddenly laughed at this time, he stared at the monster that was slowly squeezing out of the thorn net, his blurred eyes revealed a sense of madness, but just when his shoulders kept shaking, the long-lost pain finally emerged. It was as if the sensation of countless needles piercing through various parts of his body made his laughter stop abruptly, and he hung his head and did not move.

At this time, Chang Mingda finally took the last step, his blood-covered eyes stared at Lu Shaozhen fiercely, and then staggered to the ground, a large amount of blood spread from his body.

The zombies roared, the whole warehouse was filled with the smell of damp fishy sweetness, the sultry air was condensing, and the yellowed walls and rudimentary facilities here made for a deeply depressing painting with old tones.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Shaozhen's consciousness that fell into the darkness suddenly seemed to be touched in some way.

"Master, master, are you alright?"

Hongjun? Lu Shaozhen looked around sleepily and found that the surroundings were in a hazy state, just like the place when he met Hongjun before, but it was also different, at this time he only felt that the surroundings seemed to be nothing, and there was no real existence of any matter.

"Hongjun? Where is this? ”

"Master, your current physical condition is very bad, and your consciousness has also suffered a great impact. Creatures have the instinct to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage, and when they encounter danger, they will instinctively enter the mechanism of self-defense, the same is true of people, but the advanced place of people is that when the spiritual world of people suffers from a catastrophe, they will automatically enter the illusion created by instinct, which can be regarded as self-defense, and can also be regarded as a pathological reaction, after all, these are all viewed according to the absurd vision of the so-called normal people. It is not a good thing that I have never experienced it and never understood how common the cognitive impairment that the so-called patient suffers is, and the perspective is limited to oneself. ”

Hongjun's voice was gentle and enchanting, which made Lu Shaozhen's heart feel a little quiet.

"So what's going on with me now?" Lu Shaozhen felt that his mental state was not bad, and his tone was slightly pleasant and asked.

"Master, your present state is what normal people call a sick person, and it is understandable that your spirit is rebelling against everything that has suffered from your body. If you think about it, you live in an era of peace and evil that dare not breed, and values are naturally full of vitality, and suddenly you encounter such misfortune, and the collapse of values has created such a predicament. ”

Lu Shaozhen asked: "In other words, I am trapped by myself now?" ”

"It's true, and it sounds incredible, but as a simple example, people who are afraid of heights are afraid of heights, and aren't they trapped by themselves in this situation?"

Lu Shaozhen smiled dumbly and said, "In this way, it's time to challenge yourself again?" If you defeat yourself, you will not only be able to solve the dilemma, but also be able to make a qualitative leap forward in the maturity of your mind. Overcoming fear seems to permeate our lives all the time. ”

Hongjun's voice became softer and softer, and her words were meaningful: "And the meaning of life is also here, this is the true meaning that you have finally found after trekking through mountains and rivers that were once so fiery and honest." ”

Hongjun's voice didn't seem to be talking to Lu Shaozhen, but seemed to be indulged in some kind of memory, looking so contented and admiring.

"Who I used to be? Do you remember me before time traveling? Aren't you already autoformatted? Lu Shaozhen asked puzzled.