Unlike the real Quesas, which is in full swing and has a fiery atmosphere of reclamation development, it has been three months since Moon entered the Ancient Gate, and the overall appearance is very... Quiet, at least on the surface.

Familiar fluid ground, familiar memory fragments, except for the illusory figure in Hei Yao's arrogant gate, let alone talking to Moon.

The fragments of memory floating around Moon are different from the time when he was first pulled into two years, and they are all fragments of his short life... It's all sorts, so many, so varied, all kinds of different life memories, or experiences.

This alone was not much different from the experience in the Gate of Pride, except that at that time Moon was just standing there and watching quietly, no matter what he thought, his thoughts did not have an effect, but here.

Whenever Moon turned his head to look at a fragment, both the soul and the consciousness seemed to be drawn out and thrown into the world of the fragment. And, Moon noticed something different. His perspective can be counted as a first-person perspective, but the characters' language and actions are less likely to be influenced by Moon's will. The reason why I don't say it is too ...

That is, he can use his mood swings to weakly, persistently, and gradually and effectively influence the emotions of the possessed person.

Moon didn't know how many lives he had gone through, or how much time had passed. He began to immerse himself in the experience of the present.

For no other reason, he has seen too many things that make him unhappy, too many things that make him depressed, but he can't help it, it's just...

It's like the life experience that Moon is looking at at this time.

It's a rather ordinary man in a rather bizarre world in Moon's eyes.

There is no magic, no witchcraft, just huge cities, dense populations, roaring machines, towering buildings, and glittering lights.

Born in an ordinary family, living an ordinary life, sitting in the ordinary dreams that ordinary people would have when they were children, the man finally graduated from the so-called university.

After entering the society, he was protected by his parents and tasted the teachings from the society. The pretentiousness gradually receded, accepting the reality that he was just an ordinary person.

It's not hard to admit that you're ordinary, especially when you're pedaling a tricycle and you're splashed with rain from a limousine speeding by.

The man has always been hardworking and kind, and he has been recognized and promoted in the company.

After a friend's introduction, the man fell in love. The other party is a tall, good-looking woman. Later they got married.

Out of distress and love for his wife, after seeking his wife's opinion, he took on the responsibility of supporting the family, and his wife was at home and beautiful like a flower.

A year later, his wife became pregnant, and he was so happy that he invited his best friend, who had dinner with his wife's introducer, and that day he was drunk.

Another year later, the child was born, and he hated to be happy, and invited his best friend again, and that day, he was drunk again.

As his status in the company grew, he was able to spend less and less time with his family, and out of guilt, he gave his wife what the world called a salary card, leaving only the money to maintain basic expenses.

Two years later, everything has changed.

His children look like his best friend, the introducer of him and his wife.

There is nothing left in his salary card.

His friend was in his home with his wife, naked and swaggering.

"What am I inferior to you? In terms of diligence, how am I inferior to you in terms of hard work? Blame only you, deceive the world with a kind and loyal smile, your position originally belonged to me!"

"I didn't expect it, your beloved wife is just a chicken, and when she was tired of doing it, she told me that she wanted to rest, since you are so kind, you must be willing to help her get back on the right path, isn't it?"

Moon could feel the man's anger, unwillingness, and humiliation, but Moon didn't understand, very incomprehensible.

The man did nothing, knelt on the ground like a defeated dog, and did nothing.

His wife left with her friends with her children, and he called frantically, begging his wife to come home, but he didn't care, he didn't care about anything.

However, his compromises and begging, in exchange for only the obscene voice coming from the other end of the phone, they did it on purpose.

Moon probably knew what bound men, probably something called law, similar to Quezas's, only...

Moon was depressed, very depressed, and his depression gradually infected the man, who was like a madman and unwilling to scream.

Subsequently, a certain determination was made.

Moon is relieved and determined!

However... The man jumped from the balcony of his home on the thirty-eighth floor...

Moon watched himself fall rapidly, his flesh and blood blurred, but he couldn't react for a while.

Suicide?

Suicide?!!?

After the anger of the crown, it is suicide?????

Moon, whose soul body was floating higher and higher, jumped like thunder, and instead of killing the man and woman, he chose to commit suicide? Is it the ultimate of kindness? is it the ultimate of cowardice? is it the ultimate of love? is the ultimate of stupidity...

What may be left is only a few words on the news, and the so-called wish that all sincerity will be treated sincerely.

Returning to his senses, Moon looked around, the fluid ground, the illusory world, the floating fragments.

"Interesting, interesting. Moon smiled, his face calm.

The gaze is deflected, the past reappears, and Moon is once again sent into the world of fragments.

It's a world of tranquility and busyness, and Moon's possession is probably not human, because he can see himself, being held in the arms of an old man with white hair.

In a park covered with yellow leaves, an old man with a white beard struggles to hold his dog and rehydrate by the fountain in the middle of the park.

People passing by are all kinds of people, curious, indifferent, helpless... There is no one close.

Maybe it's the racial difference, the people in front of Moon, including the old man holding him, have deep-set eyes and a high nose, and they are definitely different from the people he has seen before.

It wasn't cold, at least not for Moon. The old man was a little thin, and his slightly tattered coat still looked slightly large when he and the dog were wrapped in it.

The old man seems homeless because he has been living in the park for a long time with his dog in his arms. The smell left on that brown bench made it impossible to get close.

The most important thing the elderly do every day is to rummage through the trash cans in the park, put the food they find in front of the dog, and smile all over their faces.

Moon isn't too old among the elves, but has experienced slightly more in the door. Even if he looked at it from the perspective of a dog, he knew that in the eyes of the old man was happiness and contentment.

The elderly have no home, no relatives, no lovers?

Well, let's take it as if there were none. If so, who would want to shiver on a snowy park bench in the onset of winter?

The old man and the dog were woken up by a shrill whistle, and the street lights were not bright at night, and a group of uniformed men and women surrounded the old man in the middle.

Moon is unable to speak, and his possessed dog cannot speak human language. It's just that he understands it.

The uniforms said that they belonged to some animal protection organization, and after receiving the contact, they thought that the old man was not capable of feeding pet dogs, so he decided to recycle the dogs.

Moon doesn't understand, even if he is a dog, at a very young age, he lives with the old man, recycling, does he belong to theirs?

No matter how the old man begged, begged, and cried, the subdued man still resolutely took the dog away, even if the old man said that the dog was his only family and the only spiritual sustenance, only the back of a group of uniformed people was left for the old man.

Moon panicked, frightened, angry, barked wildly, attacked his captors, but in vain, he, or rather the dog he possessed, was too thin and weak.

He was in a cage for an unknown amount of time, but one day a man took him out of the cage and delivered him to a little girl.

This was an opportunity! Moon took advantage of the girl's walk around the corner and dragged the other party to the familiar park.

I followed the smell to find the familiar bench.

Moon sat for a long time, waited for a long time, and didn't want to leave no matter how much the girl dragged him.

Finally... He heard familiar footsteps, staggering and rhythmic.

He saw the old man limping and his eyes closed, striding forward tentatively with his stick.

He saw several young men with the smell of alcohol surrounding the old man in the middle, laughing and hovering in the air mixed with the smell of alcohol.

He saw the old man curled up on the ground, wailing and weeping. He rushed forward angrily, trying to shake off the rope from the girl's hand.

The old man seemed to hear his bark, and his godless, empty eyes seemed to break through the darkness and stare at Moon. Little by little, the old man crawled forward and crawled towards the dog, which was tied to the rope in the girl's hand.

Enraged, Moon turned around and bit the girl's hand, kicking away in the drunk's laughter.

The last scene that came into view before the coma was the old man who no longer had a trace of reaction.

For all the time before he was killed, Moon had seen the scrawny old man with empty eyes and his name constantly shouting.

With anger and unwillingness, he died in a dark corner full of blood.

Moon stood on the fluid ground, dazed. Tears in the corners of the eyes? No, it can't be, it's just a simple wind and sand.

What's going on here? What's going on with depression in the bottom of my heart, what's going on with my clenched fist?

The calm face added to the gloom, and Moon shifted his gaze again...

Compared to the previous experience, this experience was simple and straightforward...

Moon was well aware that she was possessed by a five-year-old girl.

I clearly felt that on the way to school, I was carried back to his home by a strong man.

Clearly experience the powerlessness of a five-year-old weak girl in front of an adult man.

The sin and cruelty in the depths of the man's soul are clearly felt.

Moon didn't understand why the things that restrained the man who jumped off the building couldn't stop the man the girl was facing.

With a torn lower body, a broken liver and pancreas, and a perforated stomach, it's hard to imagine what a human can do to a young girl of the same race.

It is said that the man insisted that he was just drunk and knew nothing.

It is said that the man's wife insisted that the man was a good person and just loved to drink.

Reputedly...

The girl is stoic, kind, with a crippled body, a smile blooming from the pain of her body, she doesn't want her family to worry and cry. Like a withered flower, strong to face your family and the world with your most beautiful side.

Moon was a little stunned as he stepped onto the liquid ground again.

How long has it been? He didn't know. How long will it take? He didn't know.

It's just that he gradually understands that if he wants to achieve his goal, the memory fragments floating around him, these so-called lives, he is afraid that he has to go through them all. Why?

This is the door, the door of anger.

Every time he saw it, experienced it, and a piece, the depression and anger in Moon's heart would increase by one point.

Moon subconsciously suppressed this urge of anger and destruction, but he didn't know when it started, and he didn't know where to start. I don't know if it's really Moon's emotions.

Moon's thoughts begin to be carried out by the possessed subject...

What kind of thoughts? A tooth for a tooth, blood for a blood.

Moon's emotions lingered in the possessed subject's ears and brains like demonic whispers. Whispering makes people fall, and losing control makes people crazy.

And some of the men possessed by Moon sank adulterers and adulteresses into the water.

There are those who will bully the old and the weak.

There are those who use themselves as breeding tools and sell their children to the "owners" of dog meat factories to bite to death.

There is a boom in arms and a call, cooperating with thousands of termites to defend their homes.

There are those who sit and watch the people on the road freeze to death in the red gate, and eat meat and sing about the rich and noble families.

There are swords and songs, and they are dedicated to leveling the injustices of the world.

Nature... The most indispensable thing is that they lose their minds in anger, become impulsive, and become addicted to murder.

As the fragments around Moon decreased one by one, Mu's originally lilac eyes became more and more blood-red.

And as Moon's eye color deepened, the possessed object in the fragment became more and more intense.

The depression in my heart continues to accumulate, constantly expressed through tyrannical means... There is often a feeling that I know that there is poison ahead, and I can't stop in order to be cool. But... Can a momentary refreshment really empty the accumulated depression?

When the last fragment disappeared into midair, Moon's entire temperament was full of tyranny and ominousness, and more of a madness and destruction.

"It doesn't matter who you are. Moon looked up and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's better to show up now, otherwise..."

The crescent moon tattoo on the back of the hand appeared, and the longbow changed from the pure black style of the past, and the faint fire pattern was wrapped around it like a dragon, as if to match Moon's mood, showing tyranny wantonly.

A ghostly transparent phantom appeared, swelling, and a ball of hunting and burning flames dotted the phantom's head like an eye.

It's an old friend, except for the change in the color of the flames, everything else is like the illusion that Moon first stepped into the portal. Only this time, there are no longer tens of thousands of incarnations.

"Who are you?" said a few words, how to say the that Moonn had experienced, and the anger he had accumulated. Only words and expressions are straightforward to show how difficult Moon is to control himself at this time.

"I'm you. ”

"Cut, guess with me again?" Unlike in the Gate of Arrogance, Moon had no interest or heart to converse.

The light strings of the fire pattern black bow were linked, and the three red and black arrows shot at the phantom in three places. Full of momentum, sudden, just... It didn't work.

The three arrows passed through the body, and the phantom just smiled.

"You're angry?"

"What do you say?"

"Why?"

"You don't need to know. ”

"Don't you think that everything in this world is not worth it? ”

“......”

"Do you think that everything should be destroyed?"

“......”

"Especially humans?"

“......”

"Even if you don't speak, I can feel it. After all, we were each other. ”

"You talk a lot of nonsense. ”

"Of course, when force does not meet expectations, isn't there only the option of dialogue?"

"Oh?" Moon sneered, accepting everything from the Gate of Pride and being in the illusion of the Gate of Wrath, he had killed monsters with a brief awakening, how could he be afraid now? Unlike the three tentative arrows before, at this time, Moon held the bow in his hand, and the black flames soared into the sky.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" the phantom looked rather relaxed, not in the slightest sense of being on the threatened side, "Anger makes people lose their minds, I think you need to calm down." ”

"......" had to say that Moon was amused by the other party's words, if nothing else, the other party might be the embodiment of the angry side of himself who maintained a proud and reserved attitude in the Gate of Pride. However, the other party actually calmed himself down?

"You think it's weird?"

"Indeed, something strange. ”

"Why?"

"What do you say?"

"Hmm...," the phantom groaned for a moment, and continued: "Anger is only the driving force, destruction is only the goal, and calmness is the necessary quality and means to achieve the goal. Conflict?"

The black flame of the longbow rose sharply, and the illusory world brightened, but immediately after the entire space darkened, the longbow disappeared, and only Moon stood in place thoughtfully.

Moon is indeed reflecting, or rather suppressing. I have seen too many broken things, each of which is like a personal experience, which makes his whole spirit immersed in unwillingness, depression, anger and other emotions, and the accumulation of this emotion makes him urgently need an outlet.

In the door, who can be the object of venting, and what can be the means? The only way to do this is to destroy, to destroy the "self", or to destroy oneself.

"Show me this, are you telling you about your frustration?" Moon simply sat down cross-legged.

"Not exactly. "I have to say that the phantom is very humane in some ways, it is even half a body shorter, and the lower half of the illusory body is coiled up, what is this?

"I'm looking for like-minded companions. The phantom "sat down" and said.

"Companion?"

"Yes. The phantom did not hesitate to affirm, "How can a single individual be powerful? I can dominate for a while, monopolize one side, but it will never achieve my goal." ”

"Destroy everything?"

"Yes!"

"The companion you said... Is it me?"

"Haha, of course, you're one of the options. ”

"Why?"

"Why? You were me, and I was you. Isn't that enough?"

"Sounds like that, but ah, aren't we two separate individuals now?"

"Your name is Moon Black now?"

"Indeed, I always have. ”

"So, you should understand, right?"

"Understand what?"

"Even though we are two separate individuals now, you are still me and I am still you. ”

"Huh?" Moon felt that the other man's words were a little distorted.

"I thought you were smart. The phantom "laughed".

"I didn't think so. I'm just an ordinary dark elf who has just struggled from the brink of survival and is on the path of atonement, nothing more. ”

"Oh... I know, it's called Luo Xia, right?"

"...... "What's the matter? My own experience is a news broadcast? How do you feel that everyone knows?"

"You know what? The reason why you are still me, I am still you. It's not about the state of you and me right now, but it's about the essence. ”

"Essence?"

"Yes. Essence. We were the same person. Because... Well, I can't say the reason, it's a kind of ban. For some reason, we were torn apart and sealed in seven places, but in essence, we are the same person. ”

"Like, there's some truth. ”

So the perception and reaction to certain things will still be the same even today among different individuals. Well, you should have had a good experience just now. Isn't it?"

Moon didn't answer the other party's words, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he was not in a hurry to refute, let alone why should he refute it? If he could say that the other party was dead, he naturally didn't mind.

And Moon was thinking about something at this point. It sounded a bit mysterious, and it had come to Moon's mind before, but it had never been so clear as it was now.

He in the Gate of Arrogance, the embodiment of arrogance. Humility, reservedness, maintaining the right amount of pride and distance, candidly accepting and blending into Moon's soul.

This incarnation of anger in the Gate of Wrath... Even now, Moon himself is still surrounded by depression and anger, but the other party remains sane, and let Moon remain sane, and humanely "sit" with "reciprocity" in mind, and then talk rationally.

Pride and humility, anger and reason...

In fact, all of these things exist at the same time? Anger is not actually yelling at everyone and saying disbelief and anger all over their faces?

If anger and reason can coexist, is it... Can the destruction that comes from anger also coexist with something else?

"The experience is experienced. After a brief moment of thought, Moon came to his senses. "It doesn't feel good. ”

"That's just a fragment of what we've experienced in the past. ”

Moon was puzzled, we were also Moon's past life, and in the Gate of Pride, Moon stood there and looked at so many lives, as if he had not had the same experience as what he had just seen.

"You're confused?" asked the Phantom, sensing Moon's confusion.

"There are indeed some. ”

"Oh, it seems, he didn't tell you anything. It's just a matter of blending in with you? ”

Moon didn't want to answer, and he didn't know how to answer. I believe that the other party has seen through and seen through the fact that he once came out of the door of arrogance. Only, what should he know?

"Arrogance, anger, jealousy, lust, laziness, greed, gluttony. What do you think is the order of appearance?"

Moon really never thought about this question.

"Don't think about it, it doesn't matter, it's not a philosophy class, I can tell you bluntly, he's the last. ”

Moon grasped the latent meaning of the Illusory Words, and the seven ancient gates sealed the seven desires of Moon's previous life. And those who are sealed in it, because they are born at different times, have different things to control and have.

What the Phantom was trying to say was that he in the Gate of Pride didn't own the pieces he showed to Moon. In the same way, the phantom does not have the other's.

"And I, on the other hand, was the original. The phantom "laughed" again. "It's me who gave birth to all. It was I who promoted all. It is the same me, who is about to destroy all. ”