Rules, ideals, destiny.

Those noble and great things.

No one dares to question, no one dares to ridicule, and no one dares to disobey.

Obeying it is a prerequisite for living.

Disobedience will only tear everything apart.

Physical, mental, and many things that cannot be seen or touched.

It's like having a pair of eyes that are high up and it plays with everything, and everything changes.

Therefore, people must bow respectfully.

People must worship religiously.

People have to be sadly obedient.

......

"Is this what you want?"

"Oh, I forgot you've lost your heart, so—do you want to be the empty one, or the nameless monkeys?"

The black-robed young man looked at him, his red eyes glowing with fluorescence.

He was silent again, but he no longer bowed his head.

He looked into the distance, and for the first time there was light in his eyes.

Something cracked through his body, and something flowed out of the cracks.

It's like a blazing fire, no, it's like hot lava.

He suddenly felt himself feel hot.

"Look—" The black-robed boy pointed to the sky again.

He looked up.

"Do you think there's a pair of eyes staring at you there?"

He was excited: "Can you not say it so intimidatingly?"

"Hey, forget it, there's no literary atmosphere at all. The black-robed boy stood up, "Come." ”

"Where?"

"I'll show you your heart. ”

"Where?"

"Here you come. The black-robed boy was already standing by the river, waving to him.

Confused, he came to the river.

"Look. The black-robed young man pointed to the river.

Suddenly, he froze.

The magma inside his body exploded, impacting every inch of his flesh.

His head, his limbs, his everything.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and his hands trembled.

He gasped frantically, frantically.

It's like a person who has traveled 108,000 miles in one breath.

"What, surprise?" said the black-robed young man smiled.

The two of them looked at each other exactly the same on the water.

They looked at each other through the water.

"You ......"

"Me?"

"Who are you?"

"Oh, obviously, of course I'm you!"

"No, no, you're me, who am I?"

He felt that he should be afraid, so he acted scared.

But his heart, his body, became extremely hot in a few breaths.

The fire burned.

Burned away the coldness of fear.

Burned out.

"You are you, and I am you. The black-robed young man said, "You see, there is nothing different between us except our eyes. ”

Yes.

Except for the red eyes.

"Congratulations, you've finally found your heart. ”

"I ......," he put his hand to his chest again.

He felt the throbbing heat.

But he found himself still unable to remember many things.

"But who am I?" he asked.

"Oops!" shouted the black-robed young man with his head in his hands, "What does it matter who you are!"

"You are a demon venerable, an ordinary person, and a god!"

"What's the matter? You're just you, you're nobody. ”

“......”

"Am I me?"

"I am my ......"

He looked up and saw the man standing across from him.

A thin, empty-eyed man who looked like a standing skeleton.

"Found you. The skeleton laughed.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm the one who took you out. ”

"You ......"

"I know who you are, I can tell you. ”

"Really?"

A hand grabbed his arm: "Don't go!"

He looked left and right at the black-robed boy and the skeleton, struggling a little.

He probably should have believed in himself, but he wanted too much to know who he really was.

If a person doesn't even know who he is, what is the meaning of life?

"He's a demon who bewitches you, you see, his eyes are red, and that's the eyes of a demon. Skeleton said.

"Shut up!" roared the black-robed young man, his eyes reddening even deeper, and his fangs baring again.

"You!" he took two steps back.

Because he watched as the black-robed boy who was exactly like himself turned into a green-faced and fanged ghost.

"What's wrong with me?" said the ghost, confused.

"Come on, he'll kill you!" the skeleton cried anxiously.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, he just wanted to rush to the skeleton's side as fast as he could.

"Don't go, come back!" the ghost cried.

"You are a ghost, why are you deceiving me!" he shouted.

"Ghost, who is the ghost? Just looking at the surface, it's clear that he's more like a ghost!"

He finally ran to the skeleton's side.

The skeleton was still standing like that, calm.

"Kill him, and you'll be able to get yourself back. The skeleton handed him a sword.

"Kill him?" he looked at the sword, and then at the blue-faced and fanged ghost.

"Go, just kill him, and you'll have everything back. ”

The skeleton spoke calmly, but there was an endless temptation in the voice.

"Good. He no longer hesitated, and walked forward with his sword.

"Don't be fooled, kill me, you're going to be completely lost!" the ghost cried.

"Are you still trying to deceive me!" he cried, "Give my memories back!"

The sword brought up a flash of light and swept towards the demon's head.

But the ghost did not fight back, and retreated step by step.

"Kill me, you'll be lost!" shouted the ghost again.

"I don't believe it!" he kept swinging his sword.

......

The ghost finally couldn't help it, screamed, and pressed him directly to the ground and stepped on it with his feet.

"I said you'd get lost if you killed me, don't you understand? I put up with you inch by inch, but you kicked your nose in the face!"

"You're a ghost!" he squeezed out of his throat.

"I'm a ghost, I have such a handsome and dashing face, how can I be a ghost?!"

"Phew, green-faced fangs, ugly, you dare to say you're not a ghost?"

"...... green-faced fangs?" the ghost looked sharply at the skeleton on the other side, "It's you!"

But I saw that the skeleton was full of anger: "You evil ghost, at this time, do you still have to struggle!"

The skeleton's words seemed to carry some kind of power, and the demon staggered.

He rolled over and threw the ghost to the ground, stepping on his head and stabbing him with his sword.

"No!" the ghost shouted.

His sword will soon fall, and the demon will soon die.

His face was full of excitement, and his eyes glowed red.

However......

The sword had eaten all the strength of his body, but it had not been able to penetrate the demon's skin.

There is a chain that is wound around the sword.

He looked up, but saw a bald head walking up, and in front of the bald head was a terrible wound that almost split his body in two.

"Who are you, why are you stopping me from slaying demons!" he asked, snapping out.

He wanted to find himself, and he was so impatient that he burned himself like a flame!

"I, I'm an old friend of all, and I've come to talk to him. The bald head pointed to the skeleton in the distance.

"Then you go and talk about it, stop me from doing anything to get rid of the demons!"

"Exorcism?" the bald head raised an eyebrow, "What is a demon?"

"That's the devil! you can see it!" he cried out, pointing to the demons on the ground.

But the bald head ignored him anymore, and only asked the skeleton in the distance: "Do you want to do this, and cut off a ray of hope?"

"I can't tolerate it. Skeleton said.

"What can't be tolerated? Another sexless? Or is it being taken away from the child you brought up?"

"I can't bear it. ”

"But don't you think it's a pity?"

"What a pity?"

"Maybe he can really ask the rules about fate. ”

"Do you think I'll allow it?"

"Won't it?"

"No, it won't. ”

"That's a shame, but I want to say ...... If it really is another day, it will definitely be a wonderful thing to stay forever. ”

"Huh. ”

"Don't sneer, look at you, you're ugly, such a smile, it's really like a skeleton, weird and scary!"

"You're really not afraid?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you are guarding the way of heaven in this world. ”

The skeleton was silent.

"But you're a little flustered? Is there something out of your hand that prevents you from seeing the future clearly?"

"Could it be that you have discovered that there is really something that can break out of the rules and make this Heavenly Dao deviate from its original trajectory?"

"Or is it — your personal dignity doesn't allow this to happen?"

The skeleton remained silent.

Half a day.

But he turned and departed.

"Don't talk again?" shouted the bald head to the skeleton's back.

"I can't kill you. Said the back.

"But you can always have a good chat!

"But someone can kill you. ”

“......”

"Vulgar. ”