Among the whistling snow-capped mountains, countless green eyes appeared looming under the cover of heavy snow.
It is different from the fact that the Shadow of Anger immediately attacks them in the form of a beast as soon as it appears.
The Shadow of Contemplation has another behavioral logic.
That means you can't think about what they are
If you think this is a group of wolves, then they will really become wolves; if you think this is a group of robbers, they will really become robbers.
That is the human fear of "contemplation"...that is, "difficulties imagined by oneself."
The more uncertain human beings are about what kind of crisis they will encounter, and the more they exaggerate their own difficulties, the more difficult it becomes to act. In the end, they may even be defeated by the predicament they imagined before they even take action, without doing anything.
He was dejected, lost his momentum, and even suffered a spiritual blow from nothingness.
The so-called mature readers can already give themselves a knife to eat, and mature players can already borrow money to eat shit, directly predicting that they may suffer in future versions... This is also a shadow of the way of contemplation.
This kind of negative emotion brewing in the collective subconscious formed these indescribable things in the dream world.
Its essence is actually the fear of "the future". Meditation is just a means of contacting this future.
"But why is the path of temperance shadowed by the path of contemplation?"
The barber asked softly, fearing to disturb the shadows.
He didn't even look back, and his deep voice could be vaguely heard behind him in the snowstorm: "This is the characteristic of the way of temperance.
"'Controlling' one's own desires, this emotion itself should not have a shadow. Because when restraint fails, it is just the originally suppressed emotions leaking out; or they are angry because of their own incompetence, or they are frustrated because of their failure.
Sadness. But that has nothing to do with moderation.
"In other words, human beings' fear of 'moderation' is mainly focused on the emotions of 'losing control at critical moments' and 'I am obviously indifferent'..."
"So, the shadow of Temperance is a copy of the shadow of other roads?"
The barber asked curiously.
Strangler turned his back to the barber and nodded slowly: "The path of temperance is originally the most painful path. As long as you abide by its rules, you can stay for a long time without triggering the shadow easily..."
So, why did you trigger the shadow?
The corners of the barber's mouth raised slightly.
He didn't ask the question directly because the answer was already obvious.
Even his self-control, the blizzard outside and the bitter cold under his feet, could not restrain his "random thoughts".
Even Strangler should have realized it, and the barber got his answer from this sentence.
He didn't escape.
Instead, after a brief silence, he ignored the green shadows that were almost approaching him and said directly to the barber without looking back:
"You should take this as a warning."
"What?"
"I."
Strangler sneered: "Look at my ugly appearance, with my eyes blinded by the desire for power. You don't think... I can't see it myself, do you?"
"I really didn't expect that you would dare to say it."
The barber had a faint smile on his lips: "I have already planned to pretend that I didn't see it."
"That won't work."
The low and dull sound of strangulation sounded.
His white mane flew with the blizzard, but his body stood in front of the barber, covering him from most of the blizzard: "Don't forget what you promised me.
"If one day I make you feel strange...just kill me."
"You are actually serious..."
The barber was immediately speechless.
Strangler chuckled: "I never joke."
"Then let's talk about it."
The barber said quietly: "In the dream world, no one can deceive the world.
"Let's talk here...what exactly do you think?"
Hearing this, Hangsha turned around and looked at him in surprise.
The white lion praised: "You look good now.
"You were as elegant as a bird in a cage before."
"I am a bird," the barber corrected, "and my species is the bluebird."
"Yeah?"
The white lion grinned: "I feel more like you are like a hungry tiger now.
“Only large predators like us, close to cats, can have such light footsteps and aggressive majesty.
"Just the fact that you are following me makes me feel chills running down my spine. My instinct has been warning me of your danger, as if someone had put a gun behind me and forced me to move forward.
"
[In a sense, his feeling is quite accurate]
Russell commented in the barber's mind.
Desert cats are indeed small predators.
It's just that when strangulation was associated with "threat", he subconsciously excluded small and medium-sized cat breeds. Perhaps this can be regarded as a kind of spiritual discrimination?
It allows him to clearly feel the threat of predators, but they are not the same kind... perhaps only tigers, which are also at the top of the cat family.
"It seems that the experience of assassinating the elf director has made you mature."
Hangzhou smiled lowly: "The bookishness about me has faded a lot."
The laughter of the white lion is the real roar of a lion.
It is like a low-pitched cannon broadcast from a huge speaker at a street event, which can easily shake the heart.
"So, what exactly do you think?"
"If we go one area further, we will reach the 'furnace of pain'."
Strangler still didn't answer the barber's words and changed the subject again without any logic.
"Remember, the answer to the door is 'become stronger'. If you answer incorrectly, you will be sent to the Crazy Mountains and have to go around again to get there.
"Our mentor is inside. He looks normal, but he is actually a madman."
"You look like a madman too."
"I'm crazy."
Hangsha said without hesitation: "Maybe I have already gone crazy. I will eventually become even crazier in the future.
"You are also responsible here, barber. You made me see something I shouldn't have seen."
"What?"
"future."
Although the barber did not see the face of the strangulation.
But he seemed to be able to directly see the ferocious face of Strangler from these words.
"Scum like us don't deserve a future. Let alone a bright future, even just living to old age and death is a luxury.
"But you must not let me see it...don't let me see the slightest hope.
"We are all sinners sinking in the mire. We are selfish villains and lunatics without reason. Do you think you can rescue us one by one to the shore with a rope in your hand?
"Don't be so naive! That is a delusion only seen by people from the civilized world.
"The moment I see the rope in your hand, the endless fight will begin...
"Because everyone knows that there is only one person who can go up through this rope."
The sound of strangulation was low, and his clenched fist was strong.
"Only one person."
He repeated: "Because when he was the first to land, he was destined to be king.
"He will take away the rope from that man's hand and dominate the remaining lives of the other scum sinking in the mud."
When he said this, he turned around for the first time and looked at Russell.
I saw orange-red flames dancing in his boy's hole.
It is no longer the abnormal blood-red poisonous fire.
Rather, it is like firewood being lit, the most common flame.
"You're the one holding the rope."
The white lion roared: "And I want to be that king."