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Freud defined hatred as the most incomprehensible thing in human psychology, but the author disagreed, the source of hatred is memory, nothing more.

When something happens, the first reaction of human beings is usually not hatred, but emergency, but when the matter passes, we will form the word hatred in our consciousness, such as Wu Luoyin, who is now reminiscing under the night sky.

Writing this, many people may not understand why the protagonist still believes in everyone around him after going through so many hardships, even if he has been hurt (Yumaru once raised a dagger to Xiangxiang, Huya once attempted to rebel), he has never really moved to kill?

Is it cowardice? Or is it a bug in this book?

No, just like ordinary people like you and me, when we haven't experienced real life and death, where do we have the courage to put people to death? Believe me, there is a world of difference between murderous intent and murder, and the latter is not as easy as you think.

But don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to encourage you to be a good person, let alone say this kind of that even if you are hateful, you will be persuaded to want to open up and have a bigger belly.

Hate is hate! If you have revenge and don't take revenge, sooner or later you will be sick.

For example, Wu Luoyin, who now sits quietly on the beach and meditates all night.

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A red sun slowly rose on the sea level in the east, and the red edge that was exposed at first was like a smiling face, laughing at me who was sitting on the beach with a bitter gourd face.

This night, I understood a lot of things and redefined a lot of terms.

For example, friends, fairness, and kindness.

Strictly speaking, these three things do not actually exist, and they are often illusions made up by the parties themselves in their minds.

Like me!

The person who pretended to be me was at least right in one sentence, the white robes didn't really need me to be fair and kind to them, what they needed was survival and greed for desire, as long as I could get them to meet these two conditions, then what about treating these white robes who were already living like slaves as pigs and dogs?

When I figured this out, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, thankfully I was still alive and back to the way I was nine years ago, even though I couldn't figure out what was going on.

Of course, I also thought about jumping off a cliff and falling to my death in a pile of rubble to see if I could really be reborn, but this thought only flashed through my mind, and I believe that only a foolish nose would do it.

Lighting a cigarette, a wisp of smoke was sprayed far away, and suddenly dispersed with the sea breeze, and then another one, and at the end of the smoke ring, is the large cargo box stranded in the sea of the rocky beach, remember? Nine years ago, it was my "paradise on earth."

But unlike nine years ago, this time I was much easier to move, and I can even say that this time I didn't leave any objects in the sea, not even the big container itself, which I didn't have a nail left behind and moved back to the gentle slope.

But to my disappointment, I did not find anything of value in the wooden crates that had left me and drifted back into the sea, or anything other than wine, which shows that what I had experienced on the island was not necessarily orchestrated, for I was not a drunkard.

And the lockbox that has never been opened nine years ago this time I didn't have mercy, the password is definitely not known, fortunately I know the principle of "vigorously making miracles", but unfortunately, despite my countless hammers, this thing only fell off a layer of paint, and the rest did not even open a crack.

The only thing that comforted me was that I once again had two handicraft handcuffs and two bird's guns, and countless buckshot that I had ravaged so badly that I would never hunt with such a precious thing again, it would be a joke with my life, and the only use of buckshot was to "kill" before I knew how to make it myself.

Yes, in the months that followed, I devoted almost all of my energy to the matter of "how to kill", and of course, this "killing" was passive, or rather, anyone who tried to approach the island had only one fate, and that was "death".

I don't know if it's a psychological twist, but after all I've been through, I'm really reluctant to interact with anyone again, including seemingly loyal servants like Dandan and Dumb.

Countless hemp leaves were twisted into oil hemp rope by me, countless trees were burned by me, and then flattened one by one, which took countless days and nights, I was like crazy doing the same work day and night, more than 100 strong crossbows were lined up on the cliff one by one, and the tips of the crossbows pointed directly at the beachhead on the west side of the gentle slope.

And the beachhead on the east coast was not let go by me, more than 1,000 steel nails removed from the wooden box were smashed straight by me, and then buried in the soil, you know, the east coast does not recruit rabbits, can step on these traps, only "people".

I didn't have the patience to graft the saplings and wait for it to grow slowly, but simply made a "S" maze about 100 meters long and more than 20 meters deep, surrounded by low shrubs and saplings, with only one entrance, and more than 70 crossbows aimed at it.

But within a few days, I removed the repeaters one by one, because I was afraid that one day I would shoot myself to death in the Ecstasy due to the aging of the parts......

I did not make much effort to arrange the other living facilities, or rather a kind of carelessness, and the sea salt field was still set on the east shore, where there was plenty of sunlight, which was very good for the drying of sea salt, and close to the gentle slope, so that I could distill fine salt from the deflector made of vine bark;

A lot of grain seeds were collected, although September and October were the planting season for the isolated island, but unfortunately all Lao Tzu's thoughts and time were spent on those "life-fighting" things, and he was not in the mood to open up the wasteland.

Of course, you know, this is mainly thanks to the inexhaustible burp roots and hares in the forest;

I also built a "kiln mine" on a small clearing area north of the gentle slope, and four charcoal kilns more than two meters high were built in a proper manner, of course, I have no intention of going to the Beast Mountain to collect ore for the time being, and the purpose of this kiln mine is only to fire kiln pots.

I put the development of the paradise on hold indefinitely, and there's no denying that it's beautiful and there's an inexhaustible supply of honey, but so what? I'm not used to living there, and the gentle fortress-like slope on the east bank is my home, even though this "home" has lost its original vitality.

But nothing in this world will remain the same, and it is still my lust and greed that cause this change.