"Who is it?! Come out for me! I roared hysterically, and rushed into the depths of the woods, filled with an inexplicable irritability, and tried to vent, for fear to the extreme, would turn into anger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As I ran, the trees in the forest became scarce, and my eyes were much more open, and I suddenly stopped, because I saw a light, a light different from the light of the miner's lamp, and I fixed my eyes, and what caught my eyes were two faintly beating purple flames, which were two lampstands, and behind the lampstands was a small wooden house.

Isn't it, I think it's incredible, there are still people living in this place? Just as I was hesitating to go in and take a look, the door to the hut opened, and a man stepped out of it.

This person is covered in a black robe, about 1.75 meters, slightly fat, the beating flame casts his shadow on the wooden house, but it never illuminates his face, I shine the miner's lamp, but the light seems to be swallowed up by nothing, only a pair of clear eyes can be seen, which is somewhat abnormal, but it is not unexpected by me, because in this place, everything is normal is the biggest abnormality.

The man looked at me, and walked over with a wooden bucket, and I followed, and saw that he had poured the water from the bucket on the ground, and it was a cluster of delicate red flowers, which I had never seen before, and so bright that it did not fit in with this gray wood.

"Why are you here?" He asked, it was definitely the purest sound I'd ever heard, just a little cold, without a hint of human emotion.

"I'm lost...... I hesitated for a moment and told him the truth, "aren't you too?" ”

"I've always been here," he shook his head.

"You mean, your ancestors have lived in this place for generations?"

I wondered how he managed to speak Mandarin so fluently?

"There are no ancestors, I am the only one here who is not confused, I am this forest." He shook his head again and uttered something that was puzzling.

A madman, a madman, all the people I meet here are crazy, is he this forest, me or the whole universe, is there any other meaning to this outrageous statement? If I had been here for a year or two, I might have become like this, and when I think about it, my heart is a little sad.

Even so, I was reluctant to give up hope, "Then do you know the way to get out of here?" ”

"Why do you want to leave, you finally came out of the shadows, this is what countless people dream of, why do you want to go back?" His tone still didn't fluctuate in any way, and it sent shivers down my spine when I heard it.

His words seem to contain a lot of information, of course, maybe just the madness of a madman.

"The world you live in, called the surface world, is a projection of this real world," the madman explained, "and what you see now is the essence of the world." ”

"Isn't the essence supposed to be beautiful and simple," I was so bored that I was so mad that I argued with this madman, "how can it be as ugly and dark as here?" ”

"Do you know what essence is?" The madman laughed, "The name of the cluster of flowers I just poured is called civilization, do you know what the nature of civilization is?" ”

I shook my head and smiled, and said in my heart that you are stupid X, you call yourself this forest, and raising a flower is known as civilization, and you have just stayed here for too long and your brain is broken.

As I thought so, I saw him crouch down and use his hands to remove all the floating dirt near the flowers, and I could no longer laugh, for there was a hellish sight beneath the soil, piles of corpse fragments, red and bright, disgusting.

This madman actually used corpses to raise flowers!

"The back of civilization is darkness, coldness and killing, civilization is like this delicate flower that grows on the sea of corpses and blood, corpses and blood are its nutrients, and it in turn whitewashes this mountain of corpses and sea of blood," the madman said slowly, the cold meaning in his tone made me tremble, "What you see, what you hear, what you remember, and what you know are all carefully whitewashed by them, and they want you to see, hear, remember, and know the truth, and the real truth may be as ugly as the corpse under this delicate flower." As for who they are, I think you know very well. ”

I can't argue with that, because I think he has a point.

"This is the way this world is, the deeds of heroes are built on the flesh and blood of ordinary people, and the glory of the strong tramples on the tears of the weak," the madman continued, "You all say, 'At the beginning of man, nature is good,' but is the root of human nature good or evil? When a baby is born, he only knows how to ask for it, is this good? The foundation of human nature is inherently ugly, and it is only for the sake of one's own interests not to be harmed that various laws have been formulated, and only then have benevolence, righteousness and morality, if a person makes mistakes and will not be discovered, then will he still abide by these things? Rules are just a tool for the strong to enslave the weak, and there are still many people in this world who can play with the rules wantonly. ”

I didn't speak, I didn't say anything, and now I'm starting to trust him a little.

"I'll give you another example," the madman snapped his fingers suddenly, and the purple flame in the lampstand suddenly floated up, turning into a little crumb, beating rhythmically in the air, and suddenly formed a stunning girl in green ayara, I was instantly stunned, not only because of this ability to create heaven, but also because of this girl, I had never seen such a perfect girl, that holy, that flawless, that thrilling beauty, that people did not have the courage to look up, no matter who it was, Just by looking at it, you will have an urge to protect it with your life.

"Is she beautiful?" He asked me that I no longer considered him a madman.

I nodded.

A smile flashed in his eyes, and then he saw a flash of cold light, and a short knife shining with cold light appeared in his hand, this knife seemed to have spirituality, just a glance, I felt a pinprick-like stinging pain all over my body, I felt a "groan" in my heart, as if I expected what would happen next, I just wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

He suddenly swung his knife, and the blade flashed a cold light in the air, and with a "snort" cleanly cut through the girl's throat, and an obvious red line appeared on her neck, and blood splattered out, like a red rose that suddenly bloomed, with that beautiful face, there was a hellish amazing beauty.

I tried to scream to stop him, but my throat seemed to be choked by a pair of big hands, and I could only make a strange cry of "ho-ho", like the dying gasp of a suffocating man.

He looked at the girl, his eyes were full of strange brilliance, like a jade master staring at a flawless piece of jade, he waved the knife in his hand like a cloud, breaking the chamber, cutting the skull, splitting the tendons, separating the bones, with the path of the knife, her skin and flesh were like blooming buds, and like the colorful feathers of a peacock, and the blood-stained blade was like a ballet dancer's red dancing shoes swimming and jumping on her, with the strange beauty of the lightness and agility of the passage of life.

The man's eyes were full of intoxication, as if his eyes were not a broken human body, but a perfect work of art, which reminded me of the knots who knew the ox, the touch of the hands, the shoulders, the feet, the knees, the loudness, the sword, the alto, it was a song of the soul played by the Grim Reaper.

I heard Lao Zhao say, three hundred and sixty lines, the line out of the champion, all walks of life are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, the lowest is the technique, the technique is above the technique, the highest realm, is the way, the avenue of three thousand, different paths to the same end, the end is the way of heaven, heaven and earth are not benevolent to all things as a dog, in the eyes of the sky, whether it is a person, a cow, or a piece of jade, are the same, this may be the essence of what this person said.

I'm starting to regret why I'm still awake.

He gouged out her eyeballs, removed every bone, separated every piece of internal organs, sorted them perfectly according to anatomy, arranged them neatly, and looked at me with a smile between his eyebrows, "Do you still think she's beautiful?" ”

"You madman...... You ...... Bastard! I scolded loudly, I couldn't hold back any longer, and "wow" spit out the river and the sea.

"This is the essence of her, or rather, this is a more essential state than she was, and I can even break her into every cell, every atom," said the utterly madman in a voice so gentle that I gagg, "she is still her, her composition has not changed, but do you still think she is beautiful?" With a wave of his hand, the flesh turned into flames again and flew into the lampstand.

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled loudly.

"I am essential, an existence that you cannot understand," he smiled, "what you see is only a projection of me in this world, in your words, just a skin, and you cannot understand me, just as the lower dimensions cannot understand the higher dimensions." ”

"Are you the most essential thing?" I asked.

"No, for you, I'm only relatively essential, there are more essential things above me, and there are more essential things above me, and there are those things, it's like an infinitely long chain, there is never an end," his tone was a little melancholy, "Many questions in this world seem simple, but as long as you dig deeper, they will become very complicated, and as long as you keep pursuing them, there will never be a real answer." ”

The essence, the projection, the high dimension, the low dimension, and the young man named Night Raven in Aaron's story, and the labyrinth of time trapped in the mural depicted in the mural, these things kept flashing in my mind, making me wonder, is this world really what I see and think?

"Those people, why did you turn them into trees, why are Lian Po and the old Taoist priest still alive here even though they are dead?" I suddenly remembered such a question.

"They are all liberated and enlightened," he gently stroked a tree next to him, "they live in their own world and get happiness and joy, just like that friend of yours who found his parents in his own world and lived happily ever after." ”

"But that's fake!" I am very unhappy.

"But is the world you lived in before real? Is there a boundary between truth and falsehood? The man smiled softly, "Isn't life a dream?" You end up losing everything you get, you think it's true, you're going to suffer, and you know it's just a game, a dream, and you're free. Life in the world, whether it is a hundred years or tens of millions of years. It's all a moment before the future, and after that moment you have nothing, all you have is yourself. You will be forever alone in this world, and you will never find anything to support your heart, unless you give up on yourself and merge into creation, becoming a speck of dust in the universe. And thou shalt be at ease. ”

This is an original sentence from "One Hundred Years of Solitude", but it is indeed appropriate for him to say it at this moment.

"And Lian Po has an obsession that he can't let go, he can't let go, so he can't be liberated and live in this place forever."

I stopped talking, and a fire suddenly lit up not far away, and I turned my head to see a man sitting around a campfire shivering.

"Who's that?"

"It was a lost man, who lit a bonfire of hope for fear of death, and shivered in the long night, but something more terrible befell him than death."

Out of curiosity, I walked slowly towards him, perhaps because the sound of my footsteps had disturbed him, and he turned his head slowly, a flash of hope in his eyes, but was immediately annihilated by a thick despair.

"Don't extinguish my flame, okay?" His hoarse voice was a mixture of begging and exhaustion.

I didn't answer, for I couldn't speak, and by the beating light of the fire I could see the face, one that was too familiar to be any more familiar.

Is that...... Myself!

With a "bang", something suddenly exploded in the fire, like a firework blooming in the sky, sparks splashed in all directions, and a cluster of flames touched the corner of his clothes, and it snaked up like a small snake, and it didn't take long to swallow him completely.

The blazing flames caressed his face, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, because his faith had collapsed, and now he was nothing more than a talking puppet.

I took off my shirt and threw myself at him like crazy, slamming the flames out of him.

"No use...... "we can't escape...... Look at the trees, each one was a soul that was once free, but now ...... Weak wings, how to fly over the long night, we can't escape......"

The intense burning distorted his body, and the corners of his grin were a mockery of the world. He was dead, reduced to a charred skeleton, only those eyes still glittering.

It was the eyes of the lost, the eyes of the old Taoist, the eyes of Lian Po, and the ...... My eyes.

I crouched down, tears pouring down my face.

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