non-plastic epic

Chapter 157

Xiang Dongliu and Shiba Huasheng shrank in a low tunnel, which was perfectly suitable, because they could only walk smoothly with their hunched bodies.But walking forward in the straight tunnel with such a "suffocated" posture, after a long time, the two said that they still had a bit of backache.

It can also be said to be kidney deficiency.

"Brother Hua, why don't we stop and rest for a while." Xiang Dongliu greeted in front, and stopped first to sit in the tunnel regardless of the reaction of the [-]th student behind him.Just wanted to let you know.

Seeing this, the eighteen painters also stopped.But after the sound of the two climbing and fumbling disappeared in the tunnel, the silence they fell into made them feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, Huasheng. Didn't we agree a bit hastily? For the first time, I thought it was the mute Xiao Wang who had been taciturn for the first time. Besides, wouldn't his behavior be equivalent to sending him to death?"

"Brother Xiang's words are wrong. How can sacrificing one's life for benevolence be the same as sending one's life to death? But we..." The Eighteenth Artist hesitated to speak.In my heart, I felt that the two of them were indeed suspected of "stealing life".But who made Xiao Wang, who has always shown little words, change too fast.Who made me underestimate him when I saw him for the first time...

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The development of the whole thing was somewhat unexpected.Neither of them expected that after Xiao Wang recounted one incident after another five years ago, he would suddenly and directly ask them to leave here first.And said he would end it all in his own way.

At that time, the two looked at each other in surprise, and asked in unison: "How did you end?!"

However, Xiao Wang said calmly at that time: "For some reason, when I was about to die at that time, I suddenly had a power that even the executioners could not match. According to you, it should be a second-level power. Not my match, so I used that sudden power to dig a tunnel here in five years.

"tunnel?"

"Yes, this is the direction." Xiao Wang said, choosing a direction and walking in awe.Xiang Dongliu and the Eighteen Painters looked at each other, vaguely feeling that something was unexpected.

Especially Xiang Dongliu felt that he was about to "jump the channel", as if there was some strange "expansion".However, the two temporarily suppressed all the doubts in their hearts, followed Xiao Wang and turned sharply in one direction.

"In the past time, my people will only be muddled, reduced to a tool to create that kind of black spar. And this has been hundreds of years. For hundreds of years, my people only know cannibalism and Submissively accept Xi Yuanda."

"······Why would I still call him an adult. Hehe. But it doesn't matter, I think it's time to end this kind of muddled life, this kind of unclear and inexplicable fate."

The more Xiang Dongliu and the eighteen painters listened, the more they felt that something was wrong, and the style of painting changed a little too quickly.This is...Xiao Wang is this? !Why does it feel like a changed person?

"I actually wanted to ask you fellow human beings for help." Xiao Wang, who was talking about this, suddenly jumped out of this seemingly irrelevant sentence for some reason.Then he turned around and looked at Shibahuasheng first, and then at Xiang Dongliu.

"I also suddenly wanted to understand and realized in the past few days. People, human beings. Your human beings' pity is only temporary, and the short time is shorter than the sunshine of the place where my people were born in the upper reaches of the dark river. But your Greed is just the opposite, eternal, longer than an endless river."

Xiao Wang said these somewhat unkind words meaningfully.

"So I decided to let my people be completely reborn like me. Five years ago, this idea faintly appeared in my head, and I subconsciously followed the inexplicable instructions to make the current preparations. "Speaking of this, Xiao Wang paused.

And Xiang Dongliu and Shibahuasheng, who had been listening on the sidelines, also began to be dazed and didn't know what to say.

Although these words were extremely calm, both of them could hear the despair contained in them.

True despair is peace, extraordinary peace.No fear and no dread.

Xiang Dongliu couldn't help thinking that the only human beings that Xiao Wang sees now are Xiyuan, Shibahuasheng, and himself, three real human beings.So in what he just said, does he have any part in what he refers to?
Compassion, and greed...
"Are you as he said?" Xiang Dongliu had doubts in his heart.Some pictures also involuntarily appeared in his mind.

After seeing those gnats for the first time, I really didn't see any similar feeling, I just thought it was a large group of plant spirits appearing in front of me... Until I met Xiao Wang, I found this "spirit monster with a head as big as a bucket" "After being able to speak, I regarded their extremely weird figures and appearances as existences that could communicate on an equal footing.

The existence of equal communication also intermittently dispels the potential thoughts and thoughts of killing and trampling on the special group of scorpion people at will.

This kind of thinking exists in all intelligent races, and the simple explanation is "If you are not my race, your heart must be different." When you walk on the road, you will not have any compassion for animals and beasts that suddenly appear. When you need it, You can kill at will.

And I asked myself, when I was threatened by the scorpion, the means of killing were merciless.His hands were also stained with the blood of many scorpions.For example, when I went to meet the eighteenth-painted student, I killed the first second-level executioner.

And later, when chasing him, those ordinary crazy gnats...
Thinking of this, Xiang Dongliu silently lowered his head.Could it be that the sympathy he showed for the scorpion man and the resentment towards Xiyuan were all adulterated?Is it really like what Xiao Wang said, "the scorpion man"?Am I a duplicity and hypocrisy?

Rarely, Xiang Dongliu felt a sense of confusion that he hadn't experienced for a long time.It seems that I have returned to my previous life, the self who is obedient and swaying from side to side often appears in the same muddle-headed state as the scorpion man.

At that time, I always did things that contradicted my inner thoughts.Whenever the night is quiet, only when I am alone, I face the unparalleled darkness...

That's right, it's as dark as it is now, no!It should be even darker than it is now.

Facing the unparalleled darkness that is tighter than doors and windows, I often ask it non-stop, why I am in a mess, why I can’t do anything well, why this feeling of being lost always finds me first. .Where did this go wrong?

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