Doomsday Wood Ruler

The scene in front of him was distorted for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the knife in his hand was no longer there.

He was transferred.

Into the eyes is the deep darkness, like the blackness of the beginning of the universe, and in this darkness, there are bubbles of various colors floating, like a scene in a fairy tale.

Soul Corridor.

This word rushed into his mind suddenly, but Shen Mu quickly accepted it, as if he knew it earlier.

In the scientific world, there are also many people who study so-called superstitions. Many people on the Internet have asked: What is the soul?

If a person loses memory, emotion, behavior becomes different from the past, and the soul remains the same, is he still the same person as before?If you change your soul, implant memories and emotions belonging to a certain identity into this soul, and make his behavior consistent with the past, then will he become someone?

Shen Mu posted this question on the soul lovers forum.

Then, he just sat and watched the netizens in the forum torment about it for a month, arguing endlessly, almost killing the board, digging smoothies and eating them leisurely.

Shen Hao's comment on this: As expected of my brother, a man with a bloody streak.

The final conclusion — well, since there is no way to test it, the final speculation, and what most people would like to believe — is that the soul is memory.

No matter what kind of existence the "soul" that carries the memory is, for human beings with a lifespan of only a few decades, if a person completely loses his memory, he can almost be regarded as another person.

So, these bubbles, are they memories?

As far as the eye can see, there are countless bubbles, big and small, ups and downs.

Where he stands seems to be the starting point.

Shen Mu strode towards the first bubble.

The gate of the magnificent and magnificent temple, whose main color is gold, opened. Priest Cecily stepped in with a baby in his arms, with tenderness in his eyes: "This is the reincarnation of a god, and I will dedicate this life to it."

Replace the air bubble.

The beautiful nuns sat around the little children, smiling like flowers: "Learn to say your own name, come and say it after me, hu-y-s-"

"Does the name mean anything?"

The delicate child raised his head and asked.

"I've checked it," the leading nun said with a smile, "It means the breath of nature."

"This is the name given by the great priest!"

Change again.

"Good boy, give me everything you have," Priest Cecil's face was still full of solemnity, but when he said this, his voice trembled slightly, and the calmness that always existed on weekdays seemed to be gone. , with red eyes and agitated emotion: "Help me to the throne!"

Shen Mu's pupils were dark.

That's the altar.

Pure white, like suet white jade, exudes a gentle and light light, as if it is soaked in coolness, if you touch it, the touch must be unbelievably good.

There is a wooden cross on the platform, the wood is bright yellow, the grain is luxurious and complicated, there is absolutely no sawdust that sticks out.

The hands of the young man in a loose robe were tied to the cross. The rope was bright red, as magnificent as blood, making it impossible to tell whether the skin on the young man's wrist was worn out.

Shen Mu closed his eyes.

It is still a white robe embroidered with gold at the corners, without a single wrinkle. This usually looks luxurious and elegant, but when the owner is in misery, there is an inexplicable sense of irony. The carefully arranged lines tell the story of At the end of the road, there is no beauty that is about to wither.

like flowers.

Since it is destined to fail, why not pick it at the most beautiful time?

Shen Mu finally turned his gaze to the sacrifice's face.

He is the type who saves what he likes to eat for last, and the look on that face does not disappoint.

Sad, fragile, hopeful, painful, begging, doubting...

The extremely complicated expressions are like colorful fireworks bursting in the sky. As long as you see the scene, you can tell that the craftsmanship of the craftsman is extraordinary.

Even in such a situation, the white-robed boy was still talking excitedly, nothing more than pleading and doubting words. Priest Cecily was unmoved, his face was full of crazy emotions, and the magic drawn by plant sap Arrays appeared on the altar, operating in an orderly manner.

The sacrifice silenced the sound.

He lowered his head, his forehead hair drooped to cover his eyebrows and eyes, and then came a calm and even cold voice, which was an unknown language, beautiful and elegant, many times more beautiful than the songs of bards, like gods and kings swearing in the wind.

The priest's surprised and distorted expression made the young man raise his lips. A large black hole gradually appeared behind him, and a vortex was churning inside. It was a force that would crush all bones and blood. The hole continued to expand and swallowed the altar. , devoured the man's frightened begging for mercy, and naturally, also swallowed the caster.

Shen Mu faintly glimpsed, deep in the black hole, there was a faint touch of blue water.

Earth?

He stood there, trying to think about something, but a picture repeatedly appeared in front of his eyes: the young man on the altar stopped his voice, and when he raised his head again, there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Have you seen enough?!"

Standing behind him was a young man in white robe who was dressed exactly like on the altar, with a gloomy tone and obvious displeasure.

Shen Mu regretfully looked at the N bubbles that he hadn't visited yet, and sighed regretfully.

Fortunately, when I randomly selected it, I saw a key one, which saved a little bit of loss.

He turned around and looked at Hughes' expression curiously: "I've never seen you look so emotional..." Shen Mu thought for a second, sat down, and pulled him to sit down as well, and said amusedly: "Should you be so emotional?" It's obviously me who is angry, what are you complaining about?"

Hearing this, Hughes glared at him and said nothing.

For a centenarian, one year should be very short, right?

The period from Shen Mu to the age of 19 was the only year when Hughes could fully contact this world.

So what is someone doing this year?

In fact, if you think about it, you will know. After working hard for N years and finally being admitted to the ideal university, what will the liberated students do?

Games, novels, animation, barbecue, KTV, travel... all kinds of waves.

In such an environment, it is conceivable what Hughes can learn.

Shen Mu felt a faint sense of guilt for teaching bad children.

That's right, kid.

Since the purpose of Priest Cecily is to sacrifice, it is obviously unnecessary to make the sacrifice into a wise person, consuming energy and adding variables. It is better to cultivate the sacrifice in a simple way. If you trust yourself more, It would be great if he could give his life and soul for himself without hesitation.

In view of this, Shen Mu could slightly imagine what kind of life Hughes lived.

Living for the desires of others, is there no existence of its own characteristics?This kind of situation that I thought could only be seen in novels can also happen in reality.

It is the purpose of novels to originate from life and be higher than life, but in fact, reality is often more unpredictable than stories.

No, it's not a good idea.

Shen Mu tried to find evidence to support his idea: "Hughes, are you interested?"

The other party watched him calmly.

"What do you like to do in your free time?"

no answer.

Maybe I am not used to this kind of jumping problem.

Shen Mu changed his serious expression, and said, "Hughes, I'm asking you very seriously, what are you going to do after devouring me?"

"Instead of you."

The answer was quick this time, and I guess I've thought about it for a long time.

"What about it?"

"..."

"Will you attack Shen Hao and the others?"

"will not."

"What if they find out you're not yourself?"

"I will imitate."

Hughes has been observing the actions of his brother and others and their interaction with the half body, and has been preparing for this day long ago.He knew that with the coming of the end times, mutated plants that could be used for him would appear sooner or later, and at that time, it would be the time for him to come to this world openly.

"One hundred percent sure not to be discovered?"

"..."

"Besides, what's the point of getting my identity and acting according to the same pattern as the original?" I can understand if you say that you want to wander freely by yourself.

"..."

blank eyes.

Shen Mu felt that the giant baby opposite was a little cute.

Yes, giant baby.

In the previous 100 years, could Hughes really be considered alive?

If you don't count, he is no different from a baby who has just learned to crawl or walk.

so tired.

I don't want to be a thought teacher.

"Let me confirm again, you will not attack my companions, but will protect them, right?"

Hughes nodded.

"Then, kill me."

Shen Mu gestured towards his heart: "Since the knife is gone, let's do it for you. You should have rich experience, right? Don't make me hurt."

He seemed to have no fear of death, and was different from the indifferent and alienated expression that he often sees. At this time, the young man was even smiling, his eyebrows were curved, and he was talking and laughing, even holding on to his heartfelt gestures. Instead of trembling, he was extremely peaceful, as calm as if he was saying "what's for dinner tonight".

"why?"

Hughes couldn't help asking.

"This is your soul corridor, I have no way to make a comeback." Shen Mu said slowly, "How do you say that, life is like [wow——], if you can't resist, you might as well lie down and enjoy it."

He smiled, his whole face seemed to be glowing, and whispered like a demon from the abyss to bewitch: "Come on, kill me, get my memory, Hughes, from now on, you can live smoothly on the earth , with a complete body and soul, no one knows your past, no one knows your identity, God's Chosen Continent and Priest Cecil are all forgotten, you are called 'Shen Mu', an ordinary, A native of Earth—”

However, what is the difference between you and me whose name is "Shen Mu", memory is "Shen Mu", and demeanor is "Shen Mu"?

Shen Mu looked at Hughes who was stunned, and raised the corners of his lips.

Come on, just devour me like this, but you must swallow it cleanly, without leaving any traces, otherwise, it’s time for me to lie dormant in my body, and try to see if I can—

To die and then to live.

"Do not--"