In the Ice Age of Cold Weapons, I heard the name of Hongjun...... What does it mean? The implication of the construction of these various information materials is truly indescribably shocking.

If what Hongjun said is true, and there are no objective errors in the process of this reasoning, then Hongjun already existed in the time of his ancestors. Lu Shaozhen's hands couldn't help but tremble slightly, this sensational discovery had already made this teenager begin to doubt his life.

He connected the various situations in his mind, and he found that he had actually suffered from mental problems similar to personality changes before, so what happened during the time when he was sick? Why don't you have any impression at all? Didn't get any unusual feedback from the people around you?

Lu Shaozhen quickly filtered through the events of these years in his mind, countless fragmented scenes or the entire plot flew by like a torrent, he wanted to find some clues from them, but in the end, these memories were like a seamless and pervasive stream of water, and they couldn't collide with any sparks with their thoughts.

It's like being imprisoned in your mind and watching a movie known for its metaphors and symbols in a numb manner, except for the boring pictures and the mechanical passage of the plot, any sublime meaning is defamiliarized, so that Lu Shaozhen watched blankly, and having no clue was his only feeling.

From the time he knew that he was a descendant of demon hunters, until he learned that he had been possessed by his ancestors, perhaps he could not be described as "possessed", after all, according to the principle of mental illness described by Hongjun, the kind of personality hidden in the unconscious is also a victim who is forced to surface, and does not have the conditions for subjective initiative. In the end, Hongjun said that she was actually related to the ancient demon hunter, and all of this was like a general framework of circles connected from end to end, neatly organized, but the fly in the ointment was that the handwriting that made up the circle was intermittent.

Are these the crystallization of the things that Hongjun probes by his frequent disappearance? If you look into the interior of the entire context of events, countless problems will inevitably come to the surface. For example, who is the mastermind who lures his subconscious ancestral personality out of the water and suppresses his own personality? What is his purpose in doing this? For another example, since Hongjun is related to her ancestors in ancient times, how did she travel from the future to take on the mission of "herself" to the present? After all, time is not her home, she can come and go as she wants.

In this way, although Lu Shaozhen can't explore anything from his memories, it doesn't mean that his brain is not bright, on the contrary, after Hongjun will depict it in a few nodes, he has already noticed the intriguing things in it.

"Master, I now find that things are not so simple, that I have a great mystery hidden in me, and I think that if my reasoning is correct, this kind of discovery from your timeline is enough to prove my own problems. If this sentence arouses the strength of your suspicion of me, then I am willing to bear your kind of blame, after all, even I can't see myself clearly, so I can't know what the mission I have undertaken is so that I can't know ......" Hongjun's voice became more and more ethereal, giving people a sense of weakness that even a breeze could blow it away.

At this point, the words of comfort have lost their original function, and it is better to keep silent than to say meaningless words.

"But having said that, it's important for you to discover the power of your bloodline, whether it's because of your responsibilities or to survive in troubled times, you need power so badly that exploring your subconscious mind is essential. The means of exploring the unconscious level are contained in the Havoc game, and as for what this means is, you can only experience it for yourself. Hongjun's voice was so distant that he could barely hear it.

Lu Shaozhen bit his lip stubbornly, he suddenly had a kind of panic in his heart that you have never seen before, he suddenly found that the most rare thing in this cruel cataclysm game is actually companionship, he has Hongjun's constant comfort and encouragement, and Hongjun's wise thinking as the object of communication, which allows his soul to be preserved, he can't imagine how long he can hold on if he is alone when he first comes here.

"Master, the meeting was a dream, the breakup was so hurried, the true meaning of time is confusing, there are too many possibilities waiting for us to witness, my strength has been exhausted, and I am about to fall into a deep sleep, and this randomly triggered awakening again does not know how long it will take, although you can't hear my voice these days, but the company will not be absent......"

Lu Shaozhen almost wanted to cry, he suddenly found that Hongjun was actually the spiritual support of his existence in the cataclysm game, the weight was self-evident, he didn't realize this when he was fierce Hongjun, after all, many times it takes strong emotional stimulation to be able to clear the clouds and see the light.

"If it's more sensational, it's more numb...... Ahem...... I said that I will be by your side as the wind and rain of the world, this impulse was extremely strong when I first came to your mind to see you so vigorous and so simple and kind, although I know that this does not match my identity as an artificial intelligence, but the secret of time is like the past and present life that the Buddha said, when the long-cherished wish crosses time and space, it can still be as loyal as the bluestone in the Lethe River...... Ahem...... Ahem......"

It was as if the wind was pouring into the library, and the paper in the sky turned into a fluttering butterfly and fell, and those papers recorded countless spiritual wealth, but this is no longer important, what matters is that some moment itself is a kind of wealth.

Hongjun's soft sigh became farther and farther away until there was no trace, Lu Shaozhen stood stupidly, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, he stared at the stairs under his feet blankly, the sound of the air flow between his chest cavity was like a bellows, and at the same time he felt a hot pain in the position of his arm.

Lu Shaozhen lowered his head in a smile, was he dreaming? Everything was like a dream of boundlessness, vague but clear, looming with a terrifying god. Don't they all say that dreams are an amplifier? It can magnify the changes in the body countless times and then manifest them, so why does the arm hurt so much? Could it be that you are dreaming at this time? This intense pain is actually a dream refraction of a hidden pain in the soul?

Lu Shaozhen quietly stared at the flesh and blood that was gradually torn apart on his arm, the deep crack was presented in a certain mysterious pattern, giving people a strange feeling of religious symbols, but at the same time, it also lost the strength and domineering of the strong visual impact, which spread from the lower arm to the back of the hand.

What is it? What does it have to do with Hongjun's slumber? Lu Shaozhen looked at her arm intently, as if she had just woken up from a dream with sleepy eyes.