“The fairy…” Wang Gui struggled for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and kowtowed and asked: “The kid doesn’t know why the fairy said that…”
The immortals who descend to the earth are indeed unparalleled.
But… what He said is really hard to believe!
The world he lives in is false.
He is just a wandering soul floating in such a nightmare-like illusion?
And…
Is it a poor soul who repeats this reincarnation again and again?
The real world has already turned upside down!
The Taizu expedition to Yinzhou is true!
But that was more than three hundred years ago!
The Great Emperor Daxia has long since collapsed and passed away, and the Daxia Empire has become a federal empire similar to Zongzhou.
The emperor hangs down and governs, the four directions are capable, the herdsmen guard the soil.
The country is prosperous, science and technology are developed, and the people are prosperous and strong!
And he and his companions were forgotten in this false illusion.
It can be said that there are no Hans, regardless of Wei Jin!
This…
Clearly beyond Wang Gui’s cognition.
Because the script limited him, he was only a descendant of Luzon Xia and Shang.
Ling Ping’an looked at the big five-and-three sturdy man, smiled slightly: “I will not lie to you!”
He looked at other people again.
The people whose skin was tanned by the scorching sun of the brave sea.
There are slaves from Kunlun, and there are also descendants of the Xia people who were transferred from Luzon and Johor by colonists.
“I will not lie to you!”
Speaking, he flicked his finger slightly.
In the nightmare space, he has a certain degree of freedom.
Space seems to be able to bear part of his madness.
So, his power was liberated.
Although it is less than one percent.
But the means he can use are not human, or even biological.
Just like this moment, his fingertips move slightly.
Spots of light bounce in all directions.
These light spots are the underlying memories of this nightmare world.
It records the countless rebirth and return to zero experiences of these people in this world.
The light came into the body, and everyone fell on their stomachs, retching.
All kinds of memories are running rampant in their minds.
The reincarnation again and again, the memory that has been cleansed, is released again.
They were molded and died.
They resisted and failed.
They triumphed, and immediately fell into the abyss.
One of them, in a certain reincarnation, followed Wang Gui with one heart and one mind, followed by life and death, and never left.
But in the next reincarnation, he became a traitor for various reasons.
Turning around and picking up the sword, aiming at the past comrades-in-arms, the comrades from the last reincarnation, swung the sword without hesitation.
When it comes to the next reincarnation, he will become that loyal follower again.
They struggled again and again, like a joke.
The blood they shed, their impassioned actions, their battles, their resistance, their blood, their sacrifices.
They are just the lines that the script has already established.
“Ah…” One after another squatted on the ground, crying and laughing.
Fake…
I’m fake…
The world is fake too!
There are those who break down, and there are those who are desperate!
Those who even intend to commit suicide.
Ling Ping An just watched quietly without interfering.
Unexpectedly, Wang Gui, as the protagonist, did not collapse, nor despair, and did not seek life or death.
He just lay on the ground, struggling and hesitating.
Finally…
He stood up, and grabbed a Kunlun man who was about to raise his sword.
“Abu!” He grabbed the opponent’s knife: “You can’t die!”
“Dead, can’t solve the problem!”
He kicked another person who intended to commit suicide again: “Lin Dalang, you have been by my side in dozens of reincarnations. I remember that we have been forced into the sky more than a dozen times. There is no place, but we have not given up hope!”
Then he yelled: “Everyone be quiet!”
“What does the husband cry and cry like?”
I have to say that the protagonist’s charm and personality are really invincible!
Wang Gui shouted like that, and the scene was immediately calmed down.
Everyone, including the slaves from Kunlun State, fell silent.
As expected of the protagonist of the plot with the shadows of heroes such as Song Jiang/Liu Bei/Cao Cao!
Ling Ping looked at it, but became curious, and asked: “Wang Gui, don’t you believe what I showed you?”
Wang Gui turned his head, looked at Ling’an, clasped his fist and said: “As shown by the fairy, it is naturally true! Even if you don’t believe it, you have to believe it!”
“What’s more!” After he took a deep breath, he said: “Mengxian enlightened, I have clearly understood Su Hui and know the true origin!”
“I’m not Wang Gui!” He struggled on his face, and his expression was solemn: “But I am also Wang Gui!”
He lifted his head and looked towards the sky, the blue sky like washing.
“To be precise…I am a lot of souls, stitched together!” A strange look appeared on his face.
“Those souls are probably naval officers who once fought **** battles with the Qin Lu thief in this sea area…”
Yes!
He remembered some remaining memories.
In this sea area, countless tragic naval battles took place during the Hundred Years’ War.
Break relations, interceptions, battleships bombardment…
The Daxia Navy, in the Hundred Years’ War, at least in the Brave Sea, was sunk thousands of large and small ships by Qin Lu’s colonial ships.
There are tens of thousands of army soldiers, and the blood is sprinkled on the brave islands.
To liberate the enslaved people.
For the well-being of our children and grandchildren, countless people died in the sea.
This is why Brave Sea is also called “Yihai”.
Wang Gui is the nightmare space, cultivated from the countless dead souls buried here, as the ‘protagonist’.
Naturally, he is heroic.
But he is also a stitched monster.
‘Wang Gui’ is just an illusion.
An image stitched together by countless broken consciousnesses.
Like a clay figure made by a child.
Lingping listened quietly, he knew that what Wang Gui said was the truth.
Because his eyes can see the other person’s body, it is the soul of countless different pieces put together.
A will that seems to be shaky, but indestructible!
Ling Ping An understands why he came to this nightmare world.
This is the guideline of his heart.
As a gentleman, he subconsciously perceives that there is an object to learn and communicate with.
“Confucius said: There must be my teacher for three people!” He sighed: “It’s really a good word!”
This person, after understanding his existence.
Not only did it crash!
On the contrary, it is more powerful!
Ling Ping can see that the cracks in the soul in his body are gradually melting and merging with each other.
This means…
Maybe he will become a real individual with his own consciousness and ideas.
He may no longer be a suture monster.
But a real person.
This is amazing!
It’s too surprising!
Also let the spirits admire the peace!
So he asked: “Wang Gui…Why are you not like others? Shouldn’t you be more fearful and afraid of this fact than these people?”
Yes…
Others only know the truth on the first level, and since they are false, they have collapsed, and they are even trying to survive.
But Wang Gui learned the cruel truth.
Not even ‘false’.
Everything about him is pieced together.
He is not even himself!
Those false memories fabricated by Nightmare Space do not belong to him.
Lingping asked himself if he encountered such a thing.
I’m afraid I can only use my fine traditions-shrink my head and pretend that there is no such thing. As long as I don’t admit it, no one can hurt me!
It’s like some strangeness he has noticed before.
He can always find a way to deny.
You can always make up different things.
Until the truth is revealed, there is no way to deny it.
However…
Even so, he has been shrinking, retreating, and denying.
Wang Gui chuckled, he said bluntly: “Why should I be afraid? Why should I be afraid?”
“My memory, there is no such thing!”
“Those people…those heroes, there is no fear in the things left to me…”
“What’s more…” He looked at Lingping and clasped his fists: “The fairy told me… We won in the end!”
“We did not sacrifice in vain!”
“Emperor Taizu, Emperor Taizong and Emperor Gaozong did not abandon their promise to the world and us!”
“Our hometown, our sangzi, and our children and grandchildren enjoy peace, prosperity and stability because of us…”
“In that case…what do we regret? What else can we fear?”
“Confucius said to be benevolent, Meng said to take meaning!”
“We are benevolent and take righteousness, for the world, for the world, and die for benevolence and righteousness. It is really worthy to die, and it is enough!”
Ling’an listened, not very understandable.
Because he is just a rice bug who wants to eat together and wait to die, lying down and winning.
Even if this rice bug finds itself a monster, it may destroy the world at any time.
He doesn’t really worry about it.
Just follow the trend.
So, although he is quite grateful for Wang Gui’s generous words.
But it’s just feeling.
After all, it’s hard to empathize, and it’s harder to understand.
He didn’t understand what caused Wang Gui to make such a change.
A freak stitched together, unexpectedly began to merge together!
Especially, when Wang Gui finished speaking these words.
Ling Ping’an found the crack in his body and it almost disappeared.
This means that through these words, he further stabilized his own existence.
He is him.
It’s not a stitching monster anymore.
“Really a hero, with his own spirit?” Lingping thought.
The books he had read told him that there is nothing impossible for heroes.
The so-called time comes and the world has the same force.
They can do any miracle!
Just…
This miracle is not helpful to spiritual peace.
After all, he can’t be a hero.
If he is a monster, with a little bit of tricks, Lingping feels that he will not resist.
I’m afraid it will surrender faster than Flange!
Fortunately, the part of him as a monster is very gentle with his humanity.
Or you can say, full of malice!
It’s like a child caught a tadpole and put it in a bottle, very curious to see the tadpole grow four legs.
Subjectively, the child is not malicious to the tadpole in the bottle.
In fact, full of malice!
“Brother Wang…” Lingping used honorific words, which meant that he recognized this Wang Gui, recognized the other party’s personality to communicate with him, and even the identity of the object of his study.
He thought for a while, and asked: “Dare to ask Brother Wang, now you think you are’Wang Gui’, or those who are buried in this sea area?”
This is critical!
Who am I?
It is also a problem that Lingping has to face.
After all, he cannot guarantee that as a monster, he will be patient enough.
Monsters are not something humans can understand.
Even if it was him, he couldn’t understand it!
The peace of mind is very clear, if his humanity is obliterated.
Then he will be a complete monster.
The common people are like grass and mustards, and the ten thousand realms are regarded as dogs.
I’m happy, kill a world for fun.
Unhappy, break a world to dispel troubles.
It might even break a star like those bear kids in the park, just to pour the star’s flames into a fragile world, and pour it into a toy, one made and made just for fun. Discarded toys.
This is what he, as a monster, is very likely to do!
Moreover, he may not even have any malicious intent when doing these things.
It’s just simply fun or simply wanting to make fun.
What is it to destroy you?
What’s wrong with me if I destroy you?
This is his monster face.
A cold-blooded, chaotic, aimless monster.
It is also something he used to do often.
One unconsciously turns over in his sleep, or when he wakes up, he beats the eternal drum excitedly under the noise of the band.
All will cause terrible disaster!
Wang Gui blinked and said: “I am Wang Gui naturally!”
“Why?” Lingping didn’t quite understand.
“Because I think I am Wang Gui!” Wang Gui laughed.
“I agree with everything I have done in countless past cycles!”
“I don’t regret all the choices I have made!”
“Even if I made mistakes in my reincarnation, my comrades in arms died because of me!”
“Even if I have been caught by the enemy, I will cut it all!”
“Even if I made a misguided choice, countless innocent people were implicated, and the corpses of the dead floated over the sea!”
“But I don’t regret it!”
“Even if I do it again, I will do it again!”
“So I agree with my choice!”
“Even if the body is broken… even if it is wiped out…”
“Of course!” Wang Gui looked at Lingping, the immortal in his eyes, and worshiped: “I also want to thank the immortal for his initiation and notification!”
“Because the fairy let me know…I did the right thing!”
“It is also because the fairy told me that the sacrifices of my comrades and I are not worthless!”
“We are dead!”
“But our children and grandchildren are still there!”
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“Now, although I know, I was pieced together by many people…”
“But what does it matter?”
“We all agree with our mutual choice!”
“We also all understand our behavior!”
“In that case…”
“So entangled whether I am Wanggui or not, does it matter?”
Ling Ping’an listened, his eyes burning, as if he had realized something.
He seems to have caught the point!