Horror Studio

"You said, if you keep working hard, and finally get crushed to death like an ant, what is the point of staying alive? Death is the best destination. Maybe one day, I will sprout It’s better to sacrifice yourself to save people. In this way, you don’t have to experience lingering despair, and you don’t have to worry about being called cowardice."

"At the moment of death, I should tell the people I rescued that they must live strong and live no matter what, because only in this way can I walk a hopeful path in a field shrouded in darkness."

The shadow play sat on the ground, holding his legs in both hands.

"You said, would I be very selfish in thinking like this? There is an old saying that you do not do to others what you don't want to do. Since I can't stick to it myself, I have to let others stick to it. Isn't it the opposite of this sentence? "

Qiancangyi also feels deeply about this point. Since entering the **** movie, he has been facing dangers. What is even more frustrating is that this kind of danger can only be passively accepted and cannot be avoided in advance. After one level, there is another level, and each level may be more dangerous and weird than the previous level. In this case, persistence is nothing more than suffering more.

What about resisting? Where is this kind of ability? So far, in the face of so many unknown creatures, it is not easy for the self-esteem of being a human being to be shattered, so how can we talk about resistance?

"You should be selfish. You have been living so hard. Do you still have to worry about this?" Qian Cangyi also sat on the ground, with his right hand propped on the ground, "Speaking of which, you sacrificed your idea of ​​saving people. Netizens in that world know, I am afraid they will be called the Virgin, and you still think that you are too selfish, this kind of contrast is really..." At this point, he laughed.

"My Mother? I'm not so great, just doing something within my power. Why do I hold my behavior to such a height? Isn't this kind of thing normal?" The shadow play also laughed, and she was a little puzzled.

"No, that's an extended word. It actually satirizes this kind of behavior, which is very stupid." Qiancang sat cross-legged. "The original ironic word is'Mother Bitch', which is used to satirize some people. Generous but extremely selfish person, but later even the word "Mother" gradually became ironic and became a kind of "must be wrong" existence."

"The Virgin should correspond to a woman? Then there should be the word "Father", right? It corresponds to a man." The shadow play began to think seriously.

"Yes." Qiancang applauded, "Exactly."

"When I think about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be a problem. I didn't think I would do this before entering the **** movie. After all, it was too stupid. For example, after I died, would my family be sad? What should I do if my family is bullied? Besides, the people I rescued might not thank me yet, or they might feel that I was nosy." Shadow puppetry doesn't care much, how can it be affected by a simple sentence or two when it comes to this stage.

For people who are not very familiar, the weight of words will naturally decrease.

"Indeed, this is the result of the social environment. There is nothing to say, but I am worried that some people have brought this kind of thinking into the **** movie." Qian Cang glanced at the shadow play.

The shadow play did not avoid it. She knew that Qian Cangyi was not referring to herself, "Lan... Bei Chengji? I remember you didn't kill him in the first place."

"Well, since Chang Yeshuo's death, until his own death, he didn't apologize to me." Qian Cang sighed, "Because he thinks he will never let me go and treat himself and others, he also thinks that I am I will never let him go, because he found the wrong real enemy, that's why."

"Then you told him?" The shadow play was a little curious. "To be honest, I don't think you will let him go."

"As I said, he cursed me angrily. As for whether he will let him go, that is my business, and he himself did not show any tendency to let me let him go. With this kind of will, why not deal with the things that drag us into hell, but the other way around...the same kind of people who are also staggering in hell?" Qian Cang raised his head and looked at Bai Mist. Covered sky.

"You don't want to talk about human inferiority, do you?" The shadow play touched his hair.

"Didn't you scold me myself?" Qiancang asked back.

"I think the reason should be the same as me, for fear of being called cowardly." The shadow play looked at the ground, "If everyone chooses to give up, then they won't be called cowardly by others? Anyway, everyone is the same, nothing more than five. Ten steps to laugh at a hundred steps. But once someone has never chosen to give up, then... that person's mere existence will make those who choose to give up feel like sitting on pins and needles."

"Perhaps, who knows what the future will look like." Qiancangyi said nothing.

The white fog grew thicker and gradually surrounded the two of them. Although the two were very close, the appearance of each other in his own eyes was still getting blurred.

Neither of them moved. Obviously, they were leaving this unknown place.

The white mist gradually dissipated, and the darkness struck at the same time as the Sandman. As soon as Qiancang did not insist, he closed his eyes and lay on the ground, waiting for him to fall into a deep sleep.

...

The sun shone on the body, bringing a warm breath, and the cold of the past seemed to be completely dispelled.

Qiancang tried to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them, as did the rest of his body. He felt like a severely injured patient at this time, unable to move freely at all.

Think about it, too, yesterday's injury... I was lucky if I didn't die.

He said in his heart.

After waiting for ten minutes or so, Qian Cangyi finally opened his eyes.

He saw the ceiling of the sunset castle at the first glance, calm and solemn, completely no longer the dilapidated sight of yesterday.

"Alive..." A hoarse voice came from his throat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Qiancangyi was a little surprised, but didn't care.

It took about an hour for the body to fully recover its mobility. After standing up, Qiancang Yi held his right hand on the wall and carefully felt the sensation from his body.

"Fortunately, as long as you can walk." Qiancang took two steps and accidentally kicked an ancient book with a blue cover. "This is? It suddenly appeared..." He bent over and picked it up.

The five words of the sun's funeral came to mind.

Qiancang took a closer look and found three ideograms on the left side of the cover of the ancient book, but unfortunately he didn't know it.

"The information in my mind should be a reminder to me, but I feel that this ancient book is a bit strange, can it be said..." He thought of this and opened the ancient book.

Numerous symbols and calculations appear in the book, and more importantly, it seems that it will change with different lighting. Looking at four directions at random, there are four completely different contents on a page.

"Forget it, it is probably an important prop in a certain movie." Qian Cang shook his head and put away the ancient book.