After Shen Mingzhu left, he told Zhang Huai that he knew more.
The Phantom organization is very big, and it is not what others think. Everyone is a Phantom member.
In fact, strictly speaking, the phantom is the core part. The phantom has a master who is the master of everyone.
The master is a point, then the phantom is the circle to which it is closest.
In addition to the phantom, there is also a middle circle, where are the hall masters of all levels, the altar master, etc.
And outside this circle, there is another big circle, and Han Yang belongs to this big circle.
Outside the big circle, there are several larger circles. The outermost circle is similar to Ding Yong, Su Qing and others, but they have tasks and need to be recruited into it.
Although they all belong to the Phantom Organization, each circle has strict boundaries. One level difference is a world of difference.
For example, although Hall Master Yan and Hall Master Xue are not as good as Han Yang in terms of martial arts, the difference between Han Yang and their status is nothing short of a cloud.
It's just that Hall Master Xue, Hall Master Yan and Hall Master Zuo have different tasks, belong to different departments, and have different training methods.
Therefore, in Ye Sheng's eyes, the two hall masters are not as good as Han Yang and others.
But for Han Yang and others, although he is more capable than some hall leaders, his treatment is very different.
Naturally, he was also dissatisfied.
It's a pity that the only people they can contact are their own circle and even their own disciples. Even if they are dissatisfied, they can only keep it in their hearts.
If even the slightest bit of it was revealed and the hall master and colleagues knew about it, the consequences would be disastrous.
Their depression is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Even if it is a pyramid scheme, it is brainwashing and promoting what it means to be a family.
And they just let people stab each other and be wary of each other, while still claiming to be an organization.
The result is predictable: everyone is cold and emotionless.
Its repression and perversion can be imagined.
And Han Yang was like a ball that had been pressed into the water for too long. Once he surfaced, he felt light and airy. When he opened his chat box, he seemed to want to say everything he had never said before.
Except for Zhang Huai's occasional reminders or questions, Han Yang spoke by himself throughout the process.
During this period, Zhang Huai said several times that since his injury was not yet healed, he should rest first, but he refused and kept saying everything he wanted to say.
So the two of them stayed in the room, apart from eating and resting, and Han Yang talked for two days and two nights. In the end, he even shared some of his memories from his childhood.
My mother with a beautiful memory, my dull and honest mother, my docile sister, the lively little white dog at home, even the oleanders planted by my mother and sister in the corner, and the kapok at the entrance of the courtyard...
He explained everything clearly, and all the emotions that had been lingering in his dreams but could not be expressed were poured out one by one.
He felt that if someone would be willing to listen to him nagging and listen to him talk about his troubles in pain, he would not be bored at all.
This person is also a friend worth dying for.
After saying everything he wanted to say, he no longer knew what else to say. He just unconsciously talked about his feelings, his past events, his dreams and pain.
It seems like that can make me feel better.
Zhang Huai helped him cover him with a blanket, with a complicated expression on his face. He sighed, "Compared to you, I'm still too lucky."
