No matter how I bowed my knees, or murmured at each other, the ghost of the castle did not show up. I was tired of shouting, and I had enough scolding, and my throat was about to smoke, but it didn't help.
Is there no ghost of the castle here? Or is it that the ghost of the castle has left here because of the explosion
No, can't wait! I must detonate the explosive. Otherwise Zhang Ling and the others will leave, and there will be no explosions!
But what should I do if I am killed
A question suddenly popped up in my mind.
I immediately answered myself: It’s better to blow up than to die here!
Another problem has arisen again: If Big Eye is still trapped in a crack in the stone and detonates the explosive, it will blow him to death!
I replied to myself: this is just a possibility. Maybe Big Eye is already dead, maybe Big Eye escaped by chance, but no matter what Big Eye’s situation is, I definitely can’t sit and wait for death. In short, the longer the delay, the more I survived Hope the smaller.
Maybe there is another way
When this problem popped up in my mind, I suddenly had a weird feeling, and this weird feeling made my whole body tremble, because I suddenly felt that this was not a problem that I thought of, but something that others thought of. The question, or rather, what power controls me.
That kind of power throws out the question, and when I answer the question, that kind of power will ask another question.
Next, my thoughts became confused and out of control. I forced myself not to think about any problems, but the problems still came up one after another.
I told myself to detonate the bomb as soon as possible, but it occurred to me that detonating the bomb was suicidal.
I told myself that waiting to die is a chronic suicide.
But I immediately thought that it is better to live than to die, and to live longer is a moment.
I told myself that even if I became a ghost, I would leave here.
But I immediately thought: To become a ghost, you must have a soul. You are a psychic and have a seven-orifice exquisite heart. Do you have a soul
This question shocked me again. What I should have thought was "I am a psychic, with a seven-orifice exquisite heart, do I have a soul?"
But why I think of it is "You are a psychic, with a seven-orifice exquisite heart, do you have a soul?"
why are you
"Instead of "me"
It feels like I am not thinking about it myself, as if someone is asking me!
But in this cave, no one except me, it is impossible for anyone to ask me questions. If you have to say that there are other creatures, it must be the ghost of the castle.
In an instant, my thoughts were chaotic to the extreme. A person suddenly has thoughts that he doesn't want to think about. What kind of situation is this? I cannot describe this situation in words.
Moreover, there are constant questions coming out of my mind. The situation is like something that suddenly entered my mind. With its will, it stimulated my brain nerves and made me think constantly. Its problem, on the contrary, is what I want to think, but I can't think about it.
Am I possessed
Questions that do not belong to my own thoughts continue to hit me. Every question seems to urge me to answer, but those questions are entangled with the disordered thoughts that I can't answer at all, and it drives me crazy. .
I really couldn't bear it, and suddenly shouted, "Don't ask me!"
After I yelled, I immediately woke up from a semi-crazy state. It didn't take long for it to be quiet, and the problem came again.
The question this time is: "Why don't you ask anymore? Do you have no soul at all?"
I couldn't help yelling: "Of course I have, of course I do!"
"Where is your soul?"
I was shocked in vain, no one would admit that he did not have a soul, but the soul could not be shown to others.
I quickly changed my mind. The question was not part of my thoughts, but I kept asking me. I couldn't help but gasp, and I said dumbly: "Everyone has a soul. The soul will only appear after death."
"No, not everyone has a soul. You can have life without a soul."
"Yes, pigs, dogs and cats do not have souls, and demons do not have souls. What are you, come out of my head! Let me look at you face to face! Don't hide in my head! Come out! !"
I slumped on the ground, feeling extremely weak, and the sweat that came out was cold and thick, like a frozen paste. I waved: "please
You, leave my body quickly, or I will be tortured to death by you! I really have no malice against you. "
As soon as the voice fell, the messy thoughts in my mind suddenly disappeared and I returned to silence. I immediately realized that the ghost of the castle had left my brain. I hurriedly picked up the flashlight on the ground and took photos everywhere. Then a black appeared on the cracked wall. Silhouette.
The black figure is in the flashlight's aperture, like a shadow puppet.
I stared at him and asked, "What the hell are you, a god, a ghost, or a ghost?"
The shadow on the wall began to make gestures that I could not understand, and I said: "I don't understand what you mean, I just want to leave here now. Can you help me?"
Shadow stopped the movement in his hands, and then moved his head up and down a few times.
I was pleasantly surprised: "Can you help me?"
Shadow nodded again, and then began to gesture again, as if discussing something with me.
I pondered for a moment and said, "Did you say that it is a condition to help me out?"
Shadow nodded for the third time.
"What conditions?" As soon as I said the words, I realized that the question was for nothing, because I couldn't understand what he meant, so I said: "No matter what the conditions, I promise you. As long as you can help me out. "
The shadow walked down from the wall and approached me. The light of the flashlight passed through the shadow’s body and shone on the wall without any influence. As the shadow approached, the light of the flashlight on his body became smaller and smaller. When he walked in front of me, he could only shine the shadow below the chest.
I immediately backed up a few steps, leaned against the wall, and asked nervously, "What do you want to do?"
The shadow followed silently and stood in front of me, then suddenly disappeared, and at the moment it disappeared, I felt it enter my brain again.
The scene was like the upper body of a ghost that I am very familiar with. I subconsciously recite the psychic mantra and the Yin-gathering mantra, but I can't feel any Yin Qi, and at the same time a thought is formed in my mind.
"I can help you out, but you must promise me one thing." There is no sound in this sentence, it is formed in my mind, and it is not my thought.
He controlled my thinking again.
However, I did not panic, but murmured: "What are you talking about?"
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