Overturned Tower

"Step aside."

Strangling just spoke in a calm tone, and his voice sounded like a lion roaring.

The indifferent low growl sounded, causing people to show fear.

When Hang Shou came, he casually pushed the strong man with horns aside.

The other party didn't dare to speak, and stood aside with his head down.

Under the somewhat fearful and vigilant eyes of Paradise Bird, Hang Sha walked up to "Barber" and put his hand on his shoulder.

As if trying to wring the barber's head off with his own arm, he clamped the barber's head with his arm, and raised his voice and said to everyone: "This man is my brother, you will remember it later.

"My brother and I have something to talk about, you continue your business."

As Hang Sha said, he patted Xisang on the back. He said in an undeniable tone: "Keep his face in mind, it will be avoided in the future. Call me when he comes."

Xisang glanced at Paradise Bird, and quickly added: "This girl is also with the barber."

"Same, free of charge."

Strangling glanced at the Bird of Paradise.

After seeing the fearful look in Paradise Bird's eyes, he didn't even bother to keep looking at her.

The coercion like a monster, and the undeniable powerful deterrence, made the entire underground boxing field quiet like a study room visited by the head teacher.

It wasn't until Strangling pulled Russell to leave through the small door next to him that the scene gradually became noisy again.

And the host who kept silent after the appearance of the strangulation, also started to warm up the scene immediately; the little magpie girl nicknamed "Happy Sorrow" also started to give wine to the people who won the previous game again, and for the next one. There is a fee for the right to watch a boxing match.

After Strangling led Russell out through the small door, he walked into the basement through the narrow stairs.

The iron door at the door looks like a huge safe.

Strangler reached out and grabbed a sphere inside the door.

After detecting the heartbeat and fingerprint at the same time, strangling twisted the sphere to open the door.

There's a safe house in there. In addition to enough food, there are also enough weapons and medicines.

A map of Lower Town was placed on a round table.

Like a huge chessboard, things like "gems", "bottles" and "bones" are placed on it, mixed with other chess pieces, which looks casual. On the map, some locations that can enter the upper city are circled with red pens.

Hang let out a breath, and pulled out a bottle of rum and a bottle of champagne from the side.

"Which one do you like?"

"All right, champagne."

Russell glanced at it, and replied without hesitation: "The degree is low, I want to remain rational."

Stretch threw the bottle of champagne to Russell, and stretched out his hand to easily open the mouth of the rum bottle.

"It sounds like you are quite suitable for the way of temperance and meditation."

He grinned and showed a scary smile: "If I hadn't seen you in a higher position than me before, I probably thought you were delayed by me..."

Russell noticed that... when Stranding spoke to himself, his attitude was completely different from that of those outside.

When Strangling spoke to Russell, it seemed to communicate with an "equal" attitude.

Or, strangulation is only in the back of the person, so there is no need to show an aura like an overlord?

It should be both.

Russell thought.

He got up and found himself a glass, poured half of the champagne into it, and drank it without hesitation.

Seeing Russell simply drinking the wine he handed over, Hang Sha couldn't help showing a smile that belonged to a lion.

"If you changed someone, you might be dead by now."

Hang Hang admonished in the tone of an elder: "Don't just eat the food and drinks handed over by others."

"If it's another person, I won't pick it up."

Russell replied bluntly.

This is an attitude that he has just tried to figure out, and it is more suitable for strangling his mind.

He crossed his legs, poured himself wine, and asked, "What are those... those monsters you talked about last night? Also, what does the height of the volcano mean?"

That's not very polite attitude.

But it's just right for strangling his mind—he prefers this straightforward way of communication.

"Also."

Hang Han thought for a while: "I can also be regarded as your mentor... Then, barber. Remember, there are two taboos about death in the dream world.

"Even if you are killed by other mages or by the environment, it doesn't matter, it will only make you unable to use spells for a period of time. However, you must not be killed or even injured by shadows. You must not commit suicide—if in If the dream world commits suicide with the intention of self-termination, you will really die."

"Are the shadows those monsters?"

Russell raised an eyebrow.

He thought of a game whose name starts with P.

But it's also reasonable, since it's a psychological stalk... It's only reasonable to run into the "dream world".

"You have experienced 'opening the door', and you should know what the so-called 'road' is."

Strangling Ton Ton took two sips of strong wine, and said in a low voice without changing his face: "The dream world is the collection of all people's subconscious minds, and the road is the 'choice' that everyone will experience. Therefore, those who cannot enter the dream world Ordinary people must also conform to a certain path.

"But it's different from ours, which has a formed and fixed consciousness. Their consciousness is chaotic and scattered... Anger may form a part of the 'Volcano of Rage', curiosity is a 'group of books', confusion has become a 'mirror maze', Hatred is the 'dark cave'.

"And even on their respective paths, most...or the vast majority of people will not be able to reach the end of the path. Anger will eventually be extinguished, exploration will eventually stop, revenge will eventually give up...these 'failures' will become Form a 'shadow' to prevent the mage from walking on the corresponding road. The farther we go on the road and the longer we stop, the easier it is to attract shadows.

"These shadows are very fragile. Find the weak point and break it with one blow. But the reverse is also the same. Even if you are only injured once, it will never work."

Speaking of this, the strangled lion's face became serious: "Wounds from the shadows will pollute your memory. Just being scratched may change your temperament drastically."

"Polluted memory?"

When Russell heard about memory, he became wary: "Permanent?"

"Ah."

Hang Hang sneered: "In theory, of course it can be cleaned up... I mean, in theory. Would you let someone touch your memory?"

"of course not."

"That's why it can't be erased. It's impossible to tell which part of the memory comes from the 'shadow' by relying on one's own strength alone."

Hearing the words of strangulation, Russell had a vague sense of déjà vu.

It was as if he had never heard similar words before.

Suddenly, Russell realized something: "Have you ever been hurt by shadows?"

Hang Hang didn't respond, but just shrugged and drank the remaining half bottle of spirits.

Until then, Russell could barely smell a little alcohol from the strangler's mouth.

"Do I look a little wordy? Mother-in-law's... a little sentimental. Occasionally, I become prone to rage... This is the damage from the shadow."

Strangling's voice deepened: "So, Barber. Don't trust the old mage.

"Our mentors who are still on land, no matter how normal they behave, they must be lunatics. The more normal people are, the more crazy they are.

"Once you are hurt by shadows, even in the best case, you will be unable to be accepted by other paths for a long time. If you continue to walk on one path, you will attract more shadows. It's an infinite loop until you escape to another path...they will give up hunting you for a while. And after a while, a new batch of shadows will come chasing you.

"All material defenses are meaningless to shadows, so never try to block them. As long as you are still confused by this emotion, you will not be able to fight against the corresponding shadows... Be careful, barber."

Hang Hang's mood became visibly depressed: "I don't want to kill my crazy companion anymore.

"Why should I go to the original wasteland to find new mages who have not officially entered the dream world? There is only one reason... that is, only newcomers are trustworthy.

"Including me—all mages who have entered the dream world for a period of time are not trustworthy. There are foreign objects hidden in our minds. It will not produce pearls, but will only become cancerous."

What spit out from the mouth of the strangler is a sincere exhortation.

Compared with the casual and frightening lion head when they first met, Strangling now looks like a completely different person.

He looks sad and weak now. Full of desire and rationality.

And this personality, the restrained anger, and the random frenzy, can even be said to belong to three people.

But unlike a real lunatic, Strangler is very aware of what type of foreign body has been mixed into his personality-he has the perception that he is a lunatic.

"As for the position...it's very simple. That means you are more suitable for the Way of Wrath than I am. Your anger is heavier and purer than mine...so you can enter the 'next area' of the Way of Wrath faster."

When Hang Ling said this, he looked at Russell with surprise in his eyes: "I thought you were a good-tempered person. How did you respond to the door of anger?"

"I said, I'm angry at this unfair world."

Russell replied very naturally.

Hearing this, Hang Sha was stunned.

He frowned and looked at Russell: "Are you serious?"

"Then what did you say?"

Russell asked back.

"What I'm saying is, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I am angry at this unfair fate... I am angry at my own weakness."

Hang Sha shook his head, with a little respect in his tone for the first time: "It's my brother who has a low profile."

The white lion looked at the "barber", feeling a strong premonition in his heart.

This person will become a great big shot.

A powerhouse far taller and bigger than himself.

Either kill him, or...

Strangling carefully weighed it in his heart.

Afterwards, he said slowly: "Brother, I would like to offer you a toast."

He filled Russell with wine, and then reached out and broke the head of the champagne.

Regardless of the broken glass inside, he drank the wine in one gulp—the broken glass was used as a meal, and he chewed and swallowed it directly.

"barber."

"Um?"

"Let me tell you something," Hang Han said slowly, "If one day you feel that I have become a stranger, just kill me... like a barber, approach me quietly and kill me."

"...you mean, the corruption of the shadows?"

"Yes. We mages walk on the road. We cannot avoid the shadows forever. One day we will be overwhelmed by the shadows and become crazy. But instead of being infected and corrupted by the loser's remnants and becoming another People, living as ugly and twisted as those old men, I would rather die like this."

The lion with a white mane looked at Russell and said slowly: "Your anger is purer than mine. You will surely go farther and become corrupted later than me. When I forget why I am angry, come back and kill me." me."

Russell fell silent. He felt sincere and faint sadness from those words.

So he nodded slowly.

"I promise you."