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The mirror is an indispensable thing in people's life. When everyone looks in the mirror, looking at the other self inside, some people feel very dull, while some people feel very scary, especially when they are close to the mirror, Facing the mirror, thinking about nothing and doing nothing, just looking at the eyes of myself in the mirror face to face, the more time passes, the more flustered, as if it is really possible, the self in the mirror will crawl out, And the real self will go in, or it will suddenly become unclear whether you are looking in the mirror or the person in the mirror is looking at you. Please search (pin@book￥net) to see the most complete! fastest updated novel

You look at the scenery on the bridge, and the people who look at the scenery look at you upstairs;

The principle of a mirror is nothing more than the refraction of light and shadow. It is simple to say, but the way of thinking of people is not so simple. Some people are relatively simple, but some people like to think more. Is that side of the mirror also a world?

Zhao Zhu once doubted whether this world is truly a world where science is supreme, or whether science is just a tributary of this world, the real mainstream, or a world created by gods.

If not, why do so many scientific giants devote themselves to the study of theology in the second half of their lives. Did they discover something or sense something?

For example, Newton.

"Snapped!"

Cracks appeared on the mirror, and they cracked together, and Zhao Zhu's own heart. He clutched his chest and knelt down in front of the mirror. At this moment, Zhao Zhu felt in a trance, and he couldn't even feel it. Make sure that the picture you saw in the mirror before happened or didn't happen, whether that sentence was said or not.

This is a fake environment, and Zhao Zhu has always insisted on the concept of "fake environment", but after all this tossing, it didn't take long for Zhao Zhu to be the whole person. There has been a tendency to collapse.

Chen Yuxin, Qin Tiantian, Qingzi, Su Jiner, plus Fang Yun, of course, can have some impact on Zhao Zhu's spiritual gap, but more comes from a pair of invisible hands, over and over again. Again and again, Zhao Zhu's heart chords are plucked.

Pretty unreasonable, no scruples. But nowhere to be found, nowhere to be found;

Zhao Zhu clutched his chest and lay on the ground. The broken mirror fell to Zhao Zhu's side, messing up the ground. Zhao Zhu felt that he had a splitting headache, and the whole person fell into a state of confusion;

There is no goal, no direction. Don't know what to do, don't know how to do it.

This is a very contradictory state, but it is also a very real state. It is a bit decadent and a bit sad.

Zhao Zhu suddenly clenched his fist and smashed it directly on the glass beside him, and then a stinging pain came. The hand was already dripping with blood, but it brought a sense of pleasure to Zhao Zhu, as if there was only a sting, as if only by hurting himself, could he get a little bit of the feeling that he still existed.

Entering this mission world from the very beginning was hit by a beam of light. Then he struggled from the weakest state step by step, climbed the cruise ship, and entered this "fake environment" inexplicably. Zhao Zhu has been under great pressure from beginning to end, and the sky above his head has always been the same. gray.

Zhao Zhu held a glass piece in his hand. The glass piece is very sharp, Zhao Zhu put the tip on his wrist, intending to cut it open.

will be painful.

definitely.

But pain is also a feeling, and it's better than being in a daze now.

This is what Zhao Zhu is thinking now.

In the real world, many people like to mutilate themselves and are happy to mutilate themselves for this reason.

They can find their own unique pleasure from self-mutilation, which is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

However, Zhao Zhu still did not cut the glass, but threw it aside. He got up again, walked out of the cabin, turned around, returned the same way, walked back to his cabin, and pushed open the door. , The women inside are all gone, and I don't know if they went to other places, or just disappeared.

It's pointless to dwell on how they disappeared;

Zhao Zhu sat on the edge of his bed, took off his shoes, and lay on the bed. The pillows were folded and pressed under him. The light was projected from the skylight above, and there were shadows shaking from time to time.

After the initial irritability and pain, Zhao Zhu's heart finally began to fall into a state called "peace", but Zhao Zhu knew that this kind of peace, like the fake environment he was in now, was also False, just like the silence before the storm, like the gleam of the dead.

If you compare your current predicament to an enemy, with the help of the group leader, the enemy is attacked step by step, and then step by step into the quagmire.

Now, I am about to be buried alive...

If he was at his peak when he entered this fake environment, Zhao Zhu believed that he would be much more confident and calm, at least he would not have the idea of ​​self-mutilation in his mind like he did just now.

How childish is this?

A spiritual enhancer, a tantric master, and a psychology researcher, would actually have the idea of ​​relying on self-harm to gain pleasure!

So ridiculous, so ridiculous!

Zhao Zhu turned his head and found that there were still several books on the bedside table. Zhao Zhu picked up a book. The cover was black and had no words. Called a book, it can be called a notepad, or black-faced copy.

Bowing his head, Zhao Zhu couldn't help rubbing his temples with his hands. The irritability that just went down seemed to have the urge to raise his head again. Zhao Zhu felt a sense of helplessness in his heart, as if he had just breathed fresh air. Man, suddenly he will be stuffed into the water again, and next time, he should not have the opportunity to stretch his head out to take a breath.

He moved his hand away and placed it in front of him. Looking at the lines on his palm, Zhao Zhu suddenly thought of something—the Tailing Talisman.

The Tailing Talisman was used by the legendary gods to burn the tranquility of the mind. Did the Tailing Talisman of Gou Dirt get it from the mission world, or did he draw it himself?

But then I thought that in the memory picture, Gou Mudi could actually see through five years. Five years ago, I knew that Zhao Zhu would stand at the door of his kitchen, at the entrance of the porch, and beside Chen Yuxin in five years. People, even in the era when genius broke out five years ago, Gou Muddy was a figure with a strong ear, and he was regarded as the leader. Such an amazingly talented person said that he could draw a Tailing Talisman with his own ability, and gave it to him. Its certain intelligence is not impossible, even very likely.

In fact, Zhao Zhu once copied a Tailing Talisman in battle, but that Tailing Talisman was not as good as the real Tailing Talisman.

Feeling the irritability and headache that kept rising, Zhao Zhu took a deep breath and began to draw the Tailing Talisman.

The Tailing Talisman, painted with his own blood essence, Zhao Zhu's palm automatically broke open, and blood flowed out, starting to draw the talisman in the void;

However, just as he started writing, Zhao Zhu felt that his heart was occupied by a burst of irritability and decadence. At this time, it seemed a little impossible to draw the Heavenly Spirit Talisman, because without a peaceful state of mind, how could one create Tailing? The charm of it?

However, Zhao Zhu still didn't stop, and he didn't know whether it was instinctive or mechanical. His hand was still drawing.

Gradually, the Tailing Talisman Zhao Zhu just drew began to take shape, but it was not light blue, but blood red.

The real Tailing Talisman can suppress evil, seal all evil, and promote righteousness, but Zhao Zhu's current Tailing Talisman attracts evil spirits, suppresses goodness, and is the source of all evil, constantly releasing all kinds of negative emotions. Constantly hovering all kinds of curse breath.

However, Zhao Zhu was enjoying it. At this time, Zhao Zhu's eyes also showed a look of ashes, exactly the same as the moment when he saw the broken mirror, like a person who has no love for life People who have lost their confidence are doing something very irrelevant~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is also a state of mindfulness, no nostalgia, no goals, no everything, but it also forms another, Eerie ethereal.

Slowly, this so-called Tailing Talisman became more and more plump and thick, but it became more and more different from the real Tailing Talisman. It was reminiscent of Zhao Zhu's cultivation of Buddha, and the ghost-faced Buddha he cultivated. The Tailing Talisman drawn will also become unique, and even some... deviant.

However, Zhao Zhu liked it very much. He immersed himself in this work, painted with heart, and projected his own spiritual perception and his current state onto this talisman.

If someone was standing at this moment, they could clearly see that there was an inextricable connection between a floating rune pattern and Zhao Zhu, and Zhao Zhu's hand had already been released. Down, but the Tailing Talisman is still continuing to improve himself. Zhao Zhu's consciousness has been invested in it, and he has begun to sketch and improve the interior.

It is undoubtedly a very happy thing to be able to do something that I think is good in a state of despair. Of course, this is also relative.

"click"

A crisp sound came out, and the connection between Zhao Zhu and the Tailing Talisman was all interrupted. The Tailing Talisman began to float and swim in front of Zhao Zhu, like a naughty child, while Zhao Zhu's face showed exhaustion and closed it. He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. There was tiredness in his eyes, but under the tiredness, there was a rare clarity. (To be continued.)

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