Wu Gen looked at "Wu Gen" on the opposite path with a look of astonishment. The people on the opposite side were also surprised and looked here in astonishment.
"Who are you?" A person who looked exactly like himself appeared inexplicably. Wu Gen felt greatly violated and suddenly became angry.
"This is exactly what I want to ask, who are you to dress up like me?" Wu Gen, who was opposite, was also furious and pointed here.
Wu Gen was stunned, snorted coldly, and tried his best to calm down. He probably fell into an illusion. If he was controlled by his emotions, he would have fallen into a trap. If you want to play this little trick on me, wouldn't you be looking down on yourself?
Just when I was about to taunt the other person, I saw that the other person had already walked forward with disdain, obviously having the same thought.
Hehe, he can even predict his own thoughts. Wu Gen actually admires the methods of the people behind the scenes. Then let's have a fight and see how many times you can guess your own thoughts.
Wu Gen calmed down and moved forward arrogantly, feeling a little proud that he had seen the opponent's methods.
After walking a few steps, more "Wu Gen" appeared in the distance, one on every path, all with the same appearance and dress.
With so many versions of himself appearing all of a sudden, Wu Gen finally panicked. These "Wu Gen" were also very surprised and scolded others loudly. Everyone thinks that they are the real one and everyone else is just fake.
It is said that three people can make a tiger, and everyone can make gold. Looking at the side, they all have the same appearance and clothes. After experiencing "Wu Gen" scolding him for being a fake nine hundred and ninety-nine times, even Wu Gen became suspicious. Is it true or not?
Maybe the Wu Gen across from him is real, and he is just a puppet given the same personality under a sophisticated spell.
Under the absurd scene, Wu Gen was in a hurry, stopped arguing with others, and walked numbly along the path with his head bowed.
Countless Wu Gens, also with solemn expressions, walked along the winding path without saying a word. No one knows where the end of the road is, and walking in such a hurry seems to be to escape from the absurd situation.
Viewed from the air, it's as if people started from the same place and each chose a different path.
From time to time, Wu Gen encountered danger on a certain path, or fell into a sudden quagmire, and was swallowed up little by little, leaving only two hands still stretched out to struggle.
Or fall into the formation, be stabbed by thousands of flying swords, and be chopped into a pile of mud and thrown on the ground.
Or maybe he saw something terrible and ran away in horror, falling into the abyss next to the path. After a few rays of light, he disappeared into nothingness.
Wu Gen's face was pale, and he walked silently on the path, carefully testing the possible dangers ahead, and watching "himself" in the distance continue to die.
The eyes that ask for help before dying, the panic when encountering danger, the despair when falling into the abyss, the crazy behavior that cannot bear such a scene, all kinds of tragic situations are staged on the path from time to time.
On some of the remaining paths, Wu Gen shed tears silently, pitying his own plight.
On some paths, people look dull and look like zombies.
On some paths, one cannot resist the various tragic death situations of "oneself" and jumps into the abyss. new
But there are also some "Wu Gen" who are either perseverant, disdainful, or face it head-on, and still wander forward alone, unfazed by the tragedies around them.
The possible reactions of people in the face of tragedy are all revealed on these paths. There are sadness and despair, hesitation, and courage and perseverance.
Wu Gen, or maybe he was not Wu Gen, saw his "self" becoming less and less. I don't know whether it was the blessing of his soul or the blessing of heaven and earth, but he suddenly remembered a verse in his heart.
All phases are right and wrong, and all phases are false. If there is no worry in the heart, there will be no fear, and stay away from upside-down dreams.
Reciting verses silently, Wu Gen endured various emotions and walked through countless hills. Finally, the path came to an end. At the end, only a few dozen "selves" arrived. Ahead is a gray fog.
On a small road, "Wu Gen" looked sluggish, with tears streaming down his face, and murmured: "Are so many people dead? Are there only a few who survive?" It was quiet everywhere, and no one answered him.
Only the other person is still talking to himself nervously.
On another path, "Wu Gen" looked at the dark fog behind the finish line and finally collapsed completely, jumping into the abyss beside him and turning into ashes.
More "Wu Gen" was sitting on the ground, adjusting his breathing slowly, silently.
After counting, only ninety-nine "Wu Gen" arrived here.
Each small road is like the road you choose. Some are wrong roads, some are dangerous roads, and some are dead ends. Every step forward is not easy, and many people will fall on the road. Until now, even though I have worked hard to reach the end, I find that the future is still unclear, and I am frustrated, collapsed, confused, and all kinds of emotions are flying one after another.
But no matter what, there are always people who are not afraid of hardships, dare to face the bleak life, and dare to challenge the foggy road ahead.
All phases are right and wrong. The true self does not move, and all things do not move. Wu Gen recited a verse and stepped into the fog first.
I was surrounded by fog, and I didn't know how long I had walked before my eyes suddenly opened up, and a blue lake appeared in front of me. The calm surface of the lake reflects each other with the blue sky, making people wonder which part is the sky and which part is the earth.
Wu Gen waited for a long time, but no one else appeared. With a long sigh, he carefully walked to the edge of the lake, stretched out his feet and tried it on the lake. The surface of the lake was so solid that he actually stood on it.
Seeing the sky and the earth in the same color, Wu Gen finally embarked on the path forward. On the huge lake, everything was silent except for a small black dot walking aimlessly.
"There is a mountain in front and a mountain in the back. There is a mountain in the front and a mountain in the back. There is an upside-down cave in the front mountain, and there is a cave upside-down in the back mountain. In the upside-down cave, the master sits, and in the upside-down cave he counts money..."
On the empty lake, a rough song came from the lake, and Wu Gen shouted loudly while walking. The sound echoed far across the lake, which dispelled some of the dead silence and made me feel much more comfortable.
After walking for a long time, the lake shore has long disappeared, and we must have reached the center of the lake. Looking as far as the eye can see, the front is still vast, and the edge cannot be seen at a glance.
Wu Gen put his hands on his hips and raised his head to the sky, yelling, "Who is that? I know you are watching, so I will use whatever means I can. If you frown, my surname is not Wu." As soon as he said this, Wu Gen couldn't help but be stunned. Why do you say this? Could it be that your real surname is Wu?
No one responded, and Wu Gen got even more excited, "Boy, you don't dare to come out, do you? You're hiding in the back. It's possible that your face was thrown hundreds of times when you were born. Birds fly across thousands of mountains, Thousands of people have disappeared. Look, this word is written specifically for you. It’s like this grand scene as soon as you go out. Get out, you ugly guy."
After all the fussing, I felt much more comfortable.
Just when he was triumphant, a giant palm fell from the sky and slammed Wu Gen onto the lake, sinking him into it.
There was a clicking sound all around, as loud as thunder on the silent lake.
Wu Gen felt sore all over, climbed up from the lake, and bowed to the surroundings, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing. You sir, don't care about it, I'm sorry. You can’t apologize.”
At this moment, figures slowly rose from the lake and stood on the lake. These people who emerged from the lake were all the same as me in appearance, demeanor, and attire. They each looked around with some surprise.
For a moment, the atmosphere was a little depressing. These people were wary of the people around them, their eyes flickering, and there were signs of restlessness in the air.
There was a "Wu Gen" who shouted and attacked the person beside him. Now that one person had started, the scene suddenly became chaotic. Soon, there were sounds of fighting in the lake, and blood and flesh were flying everywhere.
Wu Gen discovered that these people who emerged from the lake were exactly the same as him in terms of physical strength, moves, and methods. It was very difficult to fight.
In his anxiety, Wu Gen's mind moved and he found that his spiritual consciousness could be used again here. When his spiritual consciousness swept over them, Wu Gen discovered that although the appearance of these people was exactly the same as his own, their souls were relatively weaker.
It felt very bad to kill oneself. After using his soul method to cut off an opponent's head with all his strength, Wu Gen stood up leaning on the knife while panting.
Compared with his opponent, he only has a little more soul power, but with this little bit, the opponent will die in the end.
Hands, not yourself.
There were stumps of limbs and broken arms everywhere, and everyone was fighting bravely. On the lake, familiar faces kept closing their eyes in front of Wu Gen, gradually turning gray and enveloped with a layer of death. This scene made Wu Gen feel palpitations for no reason, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He looked up at the sky angrily and cursed secretly in his heart. Was it fun to play with people's hearts? First he watched himself die, and now he wanted to kill himself with his own hands.
But as the fighting lasted for a long time, Wu Gen also discovered that every time his opponent died, his soul seemed to become stronger. Moreover, during the fight, because the other party used the same methods as himself, in this life and death struggle, all the flaws that had not been discovered before were fully visible.
I didn't expect that fighting against myself would have such benefits. Since the man behind the scenes likes to watch a show, let's watch it to its fullest. Wu Gen smiled ferociously, holding the broken knife and rushing towards the other self.
With so many Wu Gen present, it no longer matters which one is real and which one is fake. To the end, what is still standing is the truth. Only the strong deserve to survive, and others can only be stepping stones for the strong.
One, two... After killing nine opponents, there was only one person left in front of Wu Gen. His body was stained with blood, and it could be seen that many people died under his command.
The two of them were panting and sat slumped on the ground. They were both covered in bruises, the oil was exhausted, and they felt pain all over their bodies even if they moved. It's not easy to kill one person, let alone kill so many people in succession.
"Come, let's fight." Wu Gen laughed, pointed the broken knife at the opponent, used the knife to prop himself up, dragged his injured leg, and staggered towards the opponent.
"Let's fight. I might be afraid of you. If you win, I will be the only one. If you lose, I will just contribute my soul power to you. When I killed the first one, I had the consciousness to be killed. ." The person opposite held up his knife, tried several times, and finally stood up, calmly facing "myself" who was approaching step by step.
"Okay, that's good, let's see who is the real one." Wu Gen walked faster, stepping on the lake covered with residual limbs and flesh, making a squeaking sound. When they were five steps apart, the two jumped up at the same time and rushed towards each other brazenly.
Boom, the two broken knives collided together. Under the huge impact, their bodies trembled, and blood spurted out from the wounds on their bodies like arrows.
They took two steps back and separated, but at the same time they raised their swords again. The broken knife collided again, causing sparks to fly. After a dozen or so boring, monotonous and unsatisfying moves, the two of them held knives with both hands, their waists hunched, and they gasped for air. Everyone knows that after the next blow, someone will no longer have the energy to get up.
Coincidentally, the two of them let out a strange cry, and used up their last bit of strength to rush out, their broken knives intersecting, and their bodies pressing together.
There is only half a foot between faces. Looking at his opponent who looked like a man in the mirror, Wu Gen smiled and pushed forward step by step. At this time, there are no fancy moves anymore, just brute force to force the opponent to retreat.
The speed of his feet was getting faster and faster, and the sound of heavy breathing from the person on the other side was heard, like a broken bellows being pulled. Suddenly, Wu Gen's hand relaxed, and his opponent finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell backwards to the ground.
