But after trying many times, the skulls didn't seem to respond, and finally Li Sansi asked us to stop what we were doing, and he himself put the light of the flashlight on the ground and looked around along the ground.

In the light, some small gaps were illuminated by the pillars of light, but following these cracks, Li Sansi found that they were close to the numbers under the skull.

When we were all back to him, the red skeletons around us crawled up again, and we split up and kicked them away.

In the darkness, the quicksand and the sound of the skeletons echoed in our ears, and when we were all quiet, the sound was abrupt.

We didn't dare to turn off the lights, not for a moment, but everything we saw in the light made us feel scared.

There were more and more blood sands, and they were getting closer and closer, and Li Sansi beside him was lying on the ground, looking at the cracks he found intently.

I couldn't read that, and when I asked him what it was, he didn't have time to answer, and it took a while to say that it was like time in a spider's web, and the laws of their existence were complicated, as if they were made up of many accidental numbers.

"Could it be that these numbers have something to do with the skeletons here, the time of their death?"

Li Sansi stood up, first looked up at the wire rope above his head, and then looked down at the skeletons.

"No, if these are really their death times, then the difference between the numbers shouldn't be so big, and the order of the arrangement is also very problematic, you go and count how many heads are here, and then count how many corpses, maybe the numbers refer to these."

I was skeptical, but I counted the heads of people around me, and there were already more than a dozen of them in the blood sand, and they were all moving, like ships floating on the blood sand, and they were constantly approaching us with the momentum and their own movement speed.

After counting these, Ham and I went over the skulls that he had counted that were not covered in blood sand, and the combined number was seventy-two, nine horizontally and eight vertically.

After relaying these numbers to Li Sansi, he moved the flashlight, took a few steps back, and asked us to count the corpses on the stone wall above our heads.

When we looked up to count the headless men, we happened to see the masked man, who walked carefully and slowly, following the straight wires under his feet

I channeled the light and noticed that he was walking in mid-air, his body parallel to the stone wall around him.

I don't dare to get too close to him because that would obscure his field of view and therefore cause a big miss.

I minded that he could take off his mask, but the other party ignored it, I don't know if it was because he didn't have the heart to answer, and he didn't agree with me.

His vision was focused on the mask's eyes, like the wall that carved the eyes of the demons, where the bright red quicksand was flowing.

A constant stream of sand, which had covered all the corners under the walls, and many red skulls tumbled out of the sand.

Beyond them, I focused my gaze on the statues above, these headless bodies, which had lost control of their brains and abandoned the confusion caused by complex thoughts, which would make any choice they made extremely firm.

And in the face of these, we who show complex hearts, don't know whether we should follow suit and stick to the same issue in our own decisions?

Following these headless people, I also found that they were placed in a certain position, and there were often places on their bodies covered by many people, making it difficult for me to tell the exact number of them.

Sometimes, through several body parts, a strange kind of monster will be pieced together, which is a kind of accidental discovery.

Even when I roll my eyes and look at the other statues for a few seconds, and then come back to see where they were, all I found was gone.

I carefully distinguish and try not to make mistakes, but in the face of those dense bodies, although there are no heads, sometimes the patterns of their clothes, plus other body parts, will make me inexplicably have an illusion.

They are a wall, a system of countless individuals, and in this system there are thousands of forms.

I control myself, with the most objective eye, to break these up, separating those who shouldn't be there, and mentally counting their number.

The slight differences between them, sifted through the individual, and I went from the unit number to the last loss, and finally crashed into Ham by the time I got to fifty.

When I asked him how he counted, he hesitated to say a number similar to mine, but his uncertainty also made the number more than three incorrect.

I understood why he wasn't sure, but what we needed was real numbers, so I had no choice but to help him count them again and tell Li Sansi the total number that had been added up.

"One hundred and eight!"

After hearing this number, Li Sansi didn't answer, his eyes stared at the ground motionlessly, and he muttered several sets of numbers in his mouth, "Twelve!" Five elements are missing! ”

The flashlight followed the numbers, and he fumbled for cracks in the ground, as if he understood something.

Standing up from the ground, his gaze looked coldly at the blood sand, and suddenly said, "These people have given up some things because they have made an important choice. ”

"Like the people you see in that huge cavern, they are born with something missing that makes them special, and therefore they have to make a choice, between the silt and the lotus, which are very different paths."

"Either survive, in another way, for God, or die, give up visiting this changing world, like everything here, that's the choice they make."

Looking overhead, I was thinking that I might be able to understand their choice, because I had seen the diary and understood Li Sansi's guess.

Their choice, indeed, is what direction they can choose, what they see in life and what they see in the face of the world.

A battlefield, a trip, a growth of the soul, or vice versa, a time to see oneself clearly, but also to fear one's own nightmares.

Sometimes, some people use their own methods and can see the results behind the different choices.

In any case, we have to make a choice between two diametrically opposed things and stick to it, because then our choice will make sense.

Even so, it is impossible to reject another option, and we even need to observe it, either before or after the choice, in order to mentally determine the inevitability of these choices.

Headless people on top of their heads, what are their options? After giving up the mind, what we get is like living in a diary, living in a kind of divine arrangement?

And the heads of the thinkers, what is their choice, is to continue to wait until the appearance of blood sand, so that they can have a more perfect life.

No, maybe not, because they all have so much intersection that it's hard to tell each other apart.

"Who are these people? Is it a funeral companion in the family mausoleum? I couldn't wait to ask

Li Sansi shook his head, "The clan mausoleum, it is absolutely impossible to have a burial companion, and even if there is, it will not appear here, because this is a trap, which is used to punish tomb robbers."

They may have been members of their own people, but they were chosen by Heaven to have to make a decision at birth! A life-changing decision! ”

"Because of what?"

"Numbers, everyone's lifespan is different, there will be countless possibilities in a lifetime, countless choices and times to be chosen, but there are some people, they have only one choice from the beginning, and they are the only one, because of their wisdom, they can confront the dominant person in the world, they can see what fate looks like."

"Sometimes, when we choose what kind of person we want to become, we are actually influenced by external factors, but we can't detect it and can't interfere."

"The pattern of what we want to become, or what the world is limited to our image after making a choice, is hard to break, just because people don't have the kind of thinking that breaks it."

As he spoke, he pointed to the skull on the ground, "And souls with this ability to think will also be rejected by external forces, making them make decisive choices, or as some kind of puppet, they will be restricted by some powerful numbers to make them have to give in." ”

"And the other part of the people, they are bold and decisive, but their choice does not appear, because they are kicked out by the rules set by the world, and those imprisoned ideologies are dangerous and powerful, but they are not suitable for the present time, they may never end, but eventually, they will all disappear until someone begins to cautiously approach this forbidden area."

The words began to become more complex and not so vivid, and I had to listen intently, and add my own guesses, to figure out what he was trying to say, and from time to time to recall what he had just said.

If these people are not burial companions, then they are a group of people who are going to make big choices that are closely related to themselves.

As he said, these people made choices, and also formed two outcomes, and everything presented here also illustrates the process of two choices.

We don't see the result, in fact, the result doesn't seem to matter that much, because life is very long, and you will only know the result when you see those who make different choices from yourself.

This may be a separate space, which swears the existence of two worlds, and also tells the story of choices that we have not discovered.

And what kind of choices we are now encountering, and what we are hostile to will be those species with rich ideological systems, who seem to need to assimilate us to perfect the arrangement of the rules.

The connection between the two worlds is becoming more and more blurred, and we are getting closer and closer to each other.