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"I am you." I got an answer, but it didn't seem to come from the outside world, but from my heart.

"Are you...... Mo Yan? ”

"I am you."

“…… If you were me, how could I start hating your monotonous answers? Is it possible for a person to hate themselves? ”

"Didn't you just hate yourself?"

As soon as these words came out, the sadness that had just flowed in my heart seemed to rise in momentum, and it surrounded me in an instant, my nose was sour, and even my eyes seemed to begin to moisten.

Am I hating myself? Or do I hate this abominable fate, the feeling of running forward without knowing where to go?

But everything I've done so far has come from my own choices. Whether it is my every action in every period of history, or the decision itself to fall into this torrent of history. Since it's all your own choice, what's there to sigh about? Besides, there may be regrets, hesitation or some, but I don't think it's in vain, on the contrary, I'm proud of myself for constantly fighting.

"No," I realized the crux of the matter, "it's not my emotion, it's yours!" I am me, you are you! ”

After that, the heaviness that I had just felt was suddenly dispelled like a thick cloud, and a pillar of light poured down from it, projecting it on my body like a chasing light on the stage.

Then I felt as if I was on a circular platform, surrounded by several huge pillars, so high that I could not see where they went.

I slowly stood up and looked around attentively, and I felt that between every two pillars, there was a special aura in my face, as if there was a passage leading to some unknown place.

But I didn't want to go there, and my gut told me that it wasn't where I was supposed to be.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind me: "Don't you want to be me?" ”

I jerked my head back and saw a figure standing behind me, his silhouette so familiar, but his face blurred, as if there was a veil between him and me.

I looked at him, really asked myself in my heart, and finally sighed, "Yes, but I can't." ”

If I hadn't just returned to this period of history and taken for granted in Mo Yan's thoughts, I really felt that the gap between such a man and me was too big, too far away from me. I have no intention of belittling myself, let alone being humble, I know very sensibly that he and I, a mortal and a genius, are simply people living in two worlds!

However, although I envied him and tried to play him, I didn't want to be him. A person who is gifted and able to stand at the top of a certain field at a young age, a person who is known, respected and admired by countless people, why does he have such irrepressible sadness in his heart? I understood it perfectly. The so-called high places are not cold, just like the stars in the sky, and when they look at them, not many people can understand how dead the silence is there.

Cong Liqi is an old fox, and although we have only seen each other for a short time, he seems to have seen my weakness, so he can successfully use this point to shake me again and again.

Whether it's Meng Jiang or Sang Qing, even if there is some tacit understanding between me and me, I subconsciously know that this emotion is aimed at Mo Yan, not me. So I can't talk about ideas, I can't talk about choices, my real appearance, in their minds, is simply a stranger.

From this point of view, how I wish I was Mo Yan, at least, not to put people who are important to me in danger again and again!

"I didn't expect you to be so resolute," the voice added, "and now that my consciousness is completely at your disposal, it's easy for you to become me." ”

"Is it completely for me? No......" I said, "you've hidden the most important part of it. ”

“…… You won't wonder what that is. The voice spoke, a tone of loss.

"Why not? You and I are in the same vein, maybe they are the same person in reincarnation, shouldn't you be honest with me? This is not only for myself, but also for those who have been implicated in the fate of the Tao family for generations! Don't you want to end this curse with your own hands? Change the fate of many people and generations with your own hands, and save yourself at the same time! I said. These words sound so dramatic that I can't believe they've become the leitmotif of my life, and the mantra I often phrase.

Because of the difference with Mo Yan, I deliberately said this, if it was normally, I would really rather rush over and grab his collar and yell: "I am so miserable because of you ancestors, you are not honest anymore, I am not polite to you!" ”

But he sighed and said, "Actually, you blame the wrong person." ”

I was stunned: "What's wrong with the wrong person?" ”

"I don't have anything to help you, it's all up to you." Mo Yan said, there was no sense of shame in his tone, and he said quite calmly.

"What do you mean? Of course, it's up to you to unlock what you've sealed! You should know if I have the skills to do this, right? Do you want me to roll around and beg you? "I'm angry.

"Huh."

"What are you!" I angrily stretched out my hand to him, but it was empty. The figure was obviously not a physical entity, just floating there like a ghost, and with a wave of my hand, it even swayed, looming in the darkness.

"Do you see those doors?" He said suddenly.

I immediately realized that he was referring to the space formed between the large pillars around him, which turned out to be several "doors".

"You know in your heart that you can find the answer just by walking over, and no one knows it better than you." "But if you don't want to find out, no one can help you." ”

I didn't say a word, and looked back at the oppressive pillars, which seemed to be filled with black air. Really, I didn't even have the courage to walk over there!

"What should I do?" I asked the ghost.

However, he was no longer in the same position, and I was alone in the whole space.

"Mo Yan!" I suddenly felt helpless and wanted to call him back.

However, the last response I got was the last thing he had just said: "If you don't want to find out, no one can help you." ”

I pondered and tasted it slowly, until there was a burning sensation in my chest, and the darkness around me began to disappear rapidly, and finally there was light in front of me, and some swaying figures, and my ears began to become noisy, as if there were many people talking at the same time, and I smelled the smell of dead grass and earth in my nose, and the coldness of the wet and cold, refreshing to the bones.

“…… Cong Da, have you ever seen this thing? ”

"I've only seen it before, but it's the first time I've seen the real thing."

"This thing looks a little weird, what the hell is it?"

"The name is written on the pattern, it's called the Blood Rock Furnace." (To be continued.) )