In the roaring snow-capped mountains, countless dark green eyes loomed under the cover of the heavy snow.

It is different from the Shadow of Wrath, which immediately attacks them as a beast as soon as it appears.

The Shadow of Contemplation has a different logic of behavior.

It's just that you can't think about what they are—

If you think it's a pack of wild wolves, then they really become wild wolves; If you think it's a bunch of bandits, they really become bandits.

That's the human fear of "contemplation...... That is, "the difficulty of one's own imagination".

The more unsure of the crisis humanity will encounter, the more it exaggerates its difficulties, and the more difficult it becomes to act. In the end, they may not even have taken action, they have been defeated by the predicament of their imagination, and they have already lost their heads, lost their momentum, and even suffered a spiritual blow of nothingness without doing anything.

The so-called mature readers can already give themselves a knife to eat, and mature players can already take out loans to eat and directly predict that they may be deflated in the future version...... It is also a shadow of a contemplative path.

This kind of negative emotions brewing in the subconscious of the group forms these unspeakable things in the dream world.

Its essence is actually the fear of the "future". Contemplation is only a means of reaching out to this future.

"But why is there a shadow of contemplation in the way of temperance?"

The barber inquired softly, lest he disturb the shadows.

The strangler didn't look back, and his deep voice could be faintly heard behind him in the blizzard: "This is the characteristic of the way of temperance.

"'Tempering' one's desires, the emotion itself should not be overshadowed. Because when moderation fails, it is only the original suppressed emotions that leak out; Or angry because of their own incompetence, and sad because they have fallen short. But that has nothing to do with moderation.

"In other words, the human fear of 'moderation' is mainly focused on the emotional ...... of 'dropping the chain at the critical moment' and 'I have clearly taken it lightly'"

"So, the shadow of temperance is a replica of the shadows of other roads?"

The barber asked curiously.

Strangling turned his back to the barber and nodded slowly: "The path of temperance is the most painful path. As long as you follow its rules, you can stay for a long time without triggering the shadow ......"

- So, why did you trigger the shadows?

The corners of the barber's mouth rose slightly.

He didn't ask the question directly, because the answer was clear.

Even his temperance, the blizzard outside, and the bitter cold under his feet could not contain his "cranky thoughts".

Even the strangulation should have realized that the barber got his own answer from this sentence.

He didn't run away.

But after a short silence, he ignored the dark green shadows that had almost come to him, and said directly to the barber without looking back:

"Take this as a warning."

"What?"

"Me."

Strangler scoffed, "Look at my ugly appearance, blinded by the lust for power. You don't think ...... I can't see it myself, can I? ”

"I really didn't expect you to dare to say it."

The barber smiled with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth: "I'm already planning to tacitly act as if I don't see it." ”

"That's not going to work."

The low and dull voice of the strangulation sounded.

His white mane flew with the blizzard, but his body stood in front of the barber, covering him for most of the blizzard: "Don't forget what you promised me.

"If one day, I make you feel strange...... Just kill me. ”

"You're serious......"

The barber was dumbfounded.

Strangulation sighed: "I never joke. ”

"Let's talk about it."

The barber said quietly: "In the dream world, no one can deceive the world.

"Let's talk about it here...... What the hell do you think? ”

Hearing this, Strangler looked back at him in some surprise.

The white lion praised, "You're a little bit of a looker now.

"Before you, you were as elegant as a bird in a cage."

"I'm just a bird," corrected the barber, "and the species is the blue robin." ”

"Really?"

The white lion grinned: "I think you are like a hungry tiger now."

"Only a large predator like us with feline spirits can have such a light step and an aggressive presence.

"The mere fact that you're following me sends chills down my spine. My instincts have been warning me of your danger, like someone is holding a gun behind me and forcing me forward. ”

[In a sense, his feeling is quite accurate]

Russell commented in the barber's mind.

Desert cats are indeed small predators.

It's just that when strangulation is associated with "threat", he subconsciously excludes small and medium-sized feline breeds - this may also be a kind of spiritual discrimination?

It can make him clearly feel the threat of predators, but it is not the same kind ...... Maybe it's only the tiger that is also at the top of the feline family.

"It seems that the experience of assassinating the elf director has made you mature."

Strangling smiled lowly: "The bookish aura on my body has also faded a lot." ”

The laughter of the white lion is the real roar of the lion.

It's like a low-pitched cannon on a loud street event that can easily shake the heart.

"So, what the hell do you think?"

"One area further on, we're at the 'Pain Burner.'"

The strangulation still did not answer the barber's words, and once again changed the subject without logic.

"You remember, the answer to the door is 'get stronger'. If you get it wrong, you'll be sent to the Crazy Mountains and have to make a detour.

"Our mentor is inside. He looks normal, but he's also a madman. ”

"You're like a madman, too."

"I'm crazy."

Without hesitation, Strangler said, "I may have gone crazy a long time ago. Eventually, I'm going to get even crazier.

"It's your responsibility here, too, barber. You've made me see things I shouldn't see. ”

"What?"

"—the future."

Although the barber did not see the face of the strangulation.

But he seemed to be able to see the hideous face of the strangulation directly from these words.

"The scum of the curtains is not worthy of the future. Not to mention a bright future, even if it is just to live to old age and die, it is a luxury.

"But don't show me...... Don't let me see the slightest hope.

"We are all sinners who have sunk into the mire. He is a selfish villain, a madman with no reason to speak of. Do you think that with a rope in your hand, you can rescue us one by one to the shore?

"Don't be so naïve! That's a delusion that only people from the civilized world would see.

"The moment you see the rope in your hand, the never-ending fight is about to begin......

"Because everybody knows that. There is only one person who can go up through this rope. ”

The strangulation voice was muffled, and his clenched fists were powerful.

"Only one person."

He repeated: "For when he is the first to go ashore, he is destined to be king."

"He's going to take the rope from that man's hand and take over the few lives left of the rest of the scum sunk in the mire."

At this point, he turned his head for the first time and looked at Russell.

I saw that in his pupils, orange-red flames danced.

No more the anomalous blood-red poisonous fire.

It is the most common flame that is like firewood being lit.

"You're the one holding the rope."

The white lion let out a rumbling roar: "And I want to be that king." ”