This man walked into the darkness, to the source of those monsters, and in the picture that kept jumping, in the darkness, there seemed to be something surging, but I didn't stop and look closely.

Through this layer of darkness, the man reappeared, but he seemed to be a different person, first the blood on his body was gone, and secondly, he had a strange outer layer of armor on his body.

The gaze wanders through the frames, and in the frozen paintings, the man lures back the monsters that escaped from the abyss, and harnesses the power gained from the abyss to bring them back to the abyss.

Then the content of the picture changed, the monster and the person disappeared at the same time, and the last picture before disappearing was that everyone was surrounded by the abyss, as if a huge city wall had been formed, surrounding the place.

In the following picture, there are many landscapes, flowers and plants left, as if they have no intention of briefly describing anything.

But there were no fixed individuals, no people and no animals, and it looked empty, making it difficult to concentrate and guess what it meant.

Perhaps such a picture is also a tribute to the hero who drove out the monster.

I skimmed over these images a few times, and then I saw a large number of masked people appearing, like a flood of beasts, gathering or scattering, like a map.

Scattered on the stone wall, they rushed forward, and after being divided by a series of images, they were shown to rush towards the empty mountain.

Later, there were creatures in the mountains, but when I zoomed in, I saw that the faces of those people were all animal masks, and they were like creatures in the jungle.

In one of the paintings, there were a lot of people gathered together, and as the picture progressed, I saw another familiar scene.

The picture that followed made me hesitate, because it was very similar to what we saw on the lid of the coffin in the coffin.

Could it be a coincidence? I stood in front of the paintings, hesitated for a long time, and finally left.

My eyes moved, and I looked at the next images, where something else began to appear, and it was a real beast.

They tried to drive away the masked aliens, and a huge hunting ground was formed.

But looking at that weird camp, it makes people feel awkward, as if a group of animals are fighting for territory, but the funny thing is that there are people in this group of animals.

The nature of human beings, the personality excluded by society, is only because of the difference in the battlefield.

Just like in the picture, this kind of naked battle can actually see us more clearly, and only when we blend into the jungle can we see friend and foe clearly.

And in human society, the more tragic fighting may be more terrifying than the law in the jungle, because the battlefield is in the hearts of people.

Maybe only when people wear masks, it will make us feel safe, because then we can recognize each other's identities at a glance, and what we are most afraid of is the person without a mask, whether he is friend or foe, what is his intention, we can only try to guess and judge with reason.

But this kind of judgment is not a single way, because the people we have to contact in our lives are more complex than we can't think clearly, so the division and definition of each person require extremely complex calculations.

That kind of complicated journey is the fate of a lifetime, and perhaps such a life is not as happy as the beasts of the jungle that have wandered around.

In the picture, the crowd is fighting for only what they need, and the content of these is actually the most honest self-examination.

And the beast in the painting is to drive us away, and we want to drive them out, because it represents the role we play.

But such a role cannot replace us, because no one wants us to be changed by others, but unconsciously become someone else.

Just like in the picture, the way to integrate into this battlefield is to put on a mask and fight against real beasts to determine the position of this species in the food chain.

A strong sense of self can rule over the whole body and mind, but the results we need seem to resist being controlled.

Creatures that tend to talk about freedom are more likely to become extinct, while those who accept their constraints can become rulers, but that also divides themselves.

The person who can control everything, the ultimate enemy, that is, himself, the complex personality comes together to create a complete individual, balancing his own extremes.

Those pictures disappear one by one, and the characters and scenes in them are distorted together, and at the break in this picture is the content of several paintings put together.

The flashlight stopped here, but there were only two simple black holes on it, and around this black hole, there were all people.

Black holes seem to be two places that are not connected to each other, but they don't seem to be separate, because they are connected by an invisible thread.

The abyss, in fact, is not one, there are two of them, one allows us to see fear, and the other can see ourselves.

As I walked through the two black holes, I looked at the Masked Man and saw him standing in place, the light in his hand shining along a stone staircase in front of him.

The steps that appeared here were very abrupt, and when I looked there, I saw many strange shapes carved into the steps.

After a few glances, he didn't understand what it was, and was about to try to walk around, but was stopped by the masked man.

"What's wrong?" I asked him suspiciously, but he didn't answer, and his eyes were fixed on the steps, as if to find some clues in them.

I looked at him, then at the stone steps, and finally asked in a low voice, "Do you recognize the pattern on the steps?" ”

He glanced back at me, "I don't think this road should be here!" ”

"Why?"

"I don't know, it's just a feeling, and I can't tell why!"

Hearing him say this, I nodded in disbelief, "But we can't wait here, no matter what's ahead, we have to make contact to find out!" ”

The other party knew the current situation better than me, but hesitated for a moment, then suddenly looked back again, and when he looked back, he also sighed.

"You follow me, be careful!" After he had said a word, he walked down.

I don't know how long this stone staircase is, but the steps are very high, and when you step on the pattern of those steps, you will feel a little awkward.

The masked man in front of him walks very carefully, every step is like walking in a minefield, and if he is not careful, he may lose his life here.

But there is always such a process of adaptation, but some people keep it for a long time, while others keep it for a short time.

But no one can keep an eye on themselves all the time, it's like riding a bicycle and walking, there are stops at every intersection, but if you feel used to it all, the moment you don't have to stop, danger can appear at that intersection.

Accidents happen when we let our guard down, because the previous journey will wear down all our guard.

The stairs here seem to be endless, and accidents can happen every time, and I began to feel uneasy on it, but after walking for so long, nothing happened, and I began to feel that I was a little too careful.

Perhaps, this is just a very ordinary stone staircase, with no mechanism at all, and it is completely unnecessary for us to be so careful.

Tired of moving forward, each step may be the last step, or the next step to see the exit, with this struggle between hope and despair, time passes little by little, and we are constantly approaching the tomb.

But danger is ready to appear when we are most tired, and they come and go without warning.

I suddenly heard a creak, and then I felt the stone walls around me tilt rapidly, and the steps behind me began to press down on us.

In this small space, my body seemed to lose my balance, and my whole body was constantly shaking.

He immediately held on to the wall, but when he looked around for the masked man, he was lying on a step, unconscious.

I ran quickly, but as soon as I walked over to him, I noticed something black on his arm.

With the flashlight on, the thing was shone by the light and retreated in fright, and it was only then that I clearly saw that it was a black centipede.

A row of slender legs crawled up the ground, and the light shone on its shell, refracting a black halo.

Seeing that the thing was far away, I immediately put on my mask and walked down, but when I looked back at where we had just been, I was surprised to find that three more centipedes had crawled out of the staircase where the masked man had just been.

After a glance, I felt that the pores all over my body stood up, it turned out that there were so many poisons here.

Shaking my flashlight, I looked down, and as I walked, I lowered the masked man's arm on his shoulder, and carefully squeezed the poisonous blood out of him.

This path was not easy to follow, and the unconscious masked man pushed me into endless darkness for a while.