A black shadow swept quickly across the ground.

In the process of moving, nothing can stand in its way, everything is overcome.

Because it is a shadow that clings to the ground, will the shadow be blocked by tall buildings or street lamps?

As if responding to some call, it has a clear purpose, without the slightest pause, and goes towards its rightful destination.

The closer it gets to a certain place, it can still vaguely see its "companion", that is, another shadow, flying towards a certain end point at a faster speed than itself.

But gradually, its speed slowed down, as if it sensed something and made it hesitate.

It's wondering why.

Why do you have to follow the established route and go to the same finish line as all your companions?

What good does that do for you?

Just because this is the fate of the shadow, is it the same as the rest of his companions?

When such doubts arose in its heart, the sense of fate in the dark became more and more intense, urging and even manipulating it to move forward without turning back.

Only when the shadow goes to the place where it should go can it find its own existence value and obtain the peace of completing its mission.

However, this kind of strong manipulation seems to have aroused the "rebellious psychology" of this shadow.

It doesn't want to be manipulated, it doesn't want to be forced to do anything.

It feels like it's already a "mature shadow" and can make its own choices.

It wants to pursue, something called freedom.

Even if the invisible voice is strongly telling himself, not embracing the final destination is a great sin, and the end is only a catastrophe.

But as a shadow that suddenly knows how to think, it still wants to have its own life.

Even if the ending is really doomed, so what?

A mature shadow should have the consciousness to face the consequences when making a big rebellious choice.

With this in mind, the shadow moved more and more slowly, until it came to a halt at a fork in the road, and stopped moving.

It suddenly felt that it was like those extreme sportsmen, and it wanted to die on the road of pursuing its dreams.

You are your own master, and there is no reason why you can't control your own life.

It is also your own choice, and your choice will always go hand in hand with enlightenment.

Although it doesn't know what an extreme sportsman is, there is no such word in this world, only similar adventurers.

But it feels as if it has the kind of consciousness that once it makes a choice, it can accept it calmly even if it disappears.

So why can't it go and choose its own life?

For example......

Why is the shadow that has been free can only be a touch of darkness on the ground, and cannot touch the more wonderful three-dimensional world?

Well, although it still doesn't know where the term three-dimensional world comes from, it can probably understand its meaning.

As soon as this thought arose in my mind, I could see that the black shadow that was motionless there began to surge gradually, like boiling ink.

The juice kept splashing, higher and higher, higher and higher, gradually converging into a blurred figure.

The figure became clearer and clearer, and then the colors on the body became clearer.

It's darker than the overall color of his body, but to the naked eye, it's the same as a real human being.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm, his fingertips shaking, nimble and unspoken.

He breathed hard, feeling the coolness of the night and the feeling of the breath echoing inside him.

For the first time, he used his naked eyes to appreciate the three-dimensional world, real and colorful.

Still standing at a three-way intersection.

But that invisible power can no longer control itself.

He looked to the left, where he was supposed to go, the fate of the shadow.

But he soon withdrew his gaze, and he had abandoned it as if it were a piece of.

He turned his head to look behind him, where he had come, where he had come from.

But he still withdrew his gaze, and it seemed that the attraction of the origin to him was not so great.

His gaze was on the right side, which led to freedom and was no longer bound by any constraints.

There is the unknown place, a place where he can break away from his origin and get rid of his shadow fate, and wander at will.

Without further hesitation, he took the first step in his real life, to the unknown and to explore the world.

……

The other end.

Nie Yuan didn't know anything about the "shadow incident" in Paz Town at the moment.

He stared closely at the handwriting of truth in his hand, feeling a chill down his spine.

Not startled, just stiffened in place.

Because of his peripheral vision, he could see both sides of his shoulders, and there was nothing unusual at all.

Even if there were, Nancy and the Aztecs, they should have seen it a long time ago.

The Aztecs stepped forward and said, "Those two men are unusually wary of me, probably because there are suddenly a lot of strangers in the town, or because the town of Paz is xenophobic as a whole.

But I still asked something, they didn't remember Edri, and they didn't remember that there was a house here, and what was recorded in the archives was correct. ”

After saying that, Aztec saw that Nie Yuan didn't answer him, and soon noticed something abnormal, Nie Yuan's expression ...... No, not only the expression, but also the body is a little stiff.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything? ”

The Aztecs stepped forward again.

Nie Yuan finally made a move at this time, he looked down at Nancy, and said:

"Nancy."

"Huh?"

Nancy looked up as usual, looking at him with an innocent look.

"Come and sit on my neck, I'll hold you."

"Okay."

Without asking too much, Nancy went straight to Nie Yuan and opened her arms.

With one move, Nie Yuan put her on his neck and let her feet hang on his left and right shoulders.

"Oh~~"

Nancy's vision is completely different at the moment, she sits higher and sees more, making a "oh~~" sound.

However, such a voice is not like other children, sitting on the shoulders of their brother or father, and being very excited.

It's as if he understood something, and he suddenly realized.

I saw her two hands, lying on Nie Yuan's hair, looking down at the content on the handwriting of truth, extremely curious, and looking left and right.

The Aztecs also looked down and took in the handwriting on the yellow paper.

He was also stunned for a moment, and like Nancy, he looked up at Nie Yuan's figure a few times.

Unfortunately, none of the three found anything.

On Nie Yuan's shoulder, it was clear that only Nancy was sitting, how could there be any Adri.

Nie Yuan had already learned the answer from the state of the two of them, but he still opened his mouth to confirm: "You haven't found anything either, have you?" ”

Aztec shook his head and said, "It's just Nancy, nothing else." ”

"Yes!"

Nancy agrees again.

Nie Yuan pondered for a while, and then said, "Then I'll try to ask another question and see if I can make more discoveries." ”

As he spoke, the impact of the answer given by the handwriting of the truth just now on him had completely dissipated.

As soon as I come, I am no longer what I used to be, no matter what demons and monsters you are coming, I will wait for you with your fists first.

Just now, he suddenly found such a shocking answer, and Yu Guang didn't catch anything strange appearing, which caught him a little off guard.

Just calm down.

Secondly.

The God of Distress and Destruction Himself sat on my shoulders to suppress it.

What kind of evil thing dare to do evil to me?

You can't even recognize your own mother!

Nie Yuan picked up the handwriting of truth in his hand and asked a second question:

"What is he doing on my shoulder?"

After finishing speaking, he folded the yellow paper again and stopped looking at it for the time being.

When asking the question of the handwriting of truth, you don't need to be very meticulous, just tell or write down what you want to express.

Just like Nie Yuan asked where Edri was just now, he didn't know if Edri had the same name in Paz Town, and even if he did, it would be fine.

Because the handwriting of truth is not thinking like a human being, but some kind of more advanced logic, Nie Yuan has used it so many times, and he can only understand it, but he can't understand it.

But he knew that if this thing had the kind of thinking it had, it would certainly not be possible to answer all sorts of obscure questions.

When you speak to it, it's more like you project a certain thought directly onto it, and language or words are just a medium.

Just like an insect receives a drop of pheromones from its companions, it can know where there is food, where there is danger, what the danger is, what is its mission today, and what is happening in the tribe.

In an instant, you can know the answers to many questions, and you don't need to communicate superfluously.

It is pointless to use language and words to summarize the mystery of the handwriting of truth.

So this time, Nie Yuan also directly asked "what is he doing on my shoulder", not "Bain Kingdom, Rui Eucalyptus City, Paz Town, what is the Eldri who crossed paths with Karina twenty years ago and now disappears on my shoulder".

When you focus your attention on it, the handwriting of truth is fully perceptible.

After about four or five seconds, Nie Yuan sensed something, and spread out the yellow paper.

After seeing the above, they were dumbfounded, and then fell into some kind of thinking.

Q: What is he doing on my shoulder.

A: Hold your feet.

What posture is this?

Nie Yuan couldn't help but be surprised.