"You want it?"
Ana Shen controlled the pale hand and waved it gently in front of the tapir a few times: "If you can, you can take it away now."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards the tapir, like handing food to a stray cat or dog, for fear of scaring the other party.
However, seeing Ana Shen stretch out his pale hand towards him, Tapir immediately backed away warily.
Ana Shen sneered: "Look at you, you are the one who says he wants, and you are the one who is afraid to back away."
"Let me guess..."
He raised his head and looked up at the tall and thin tapir, and said calmly: "Are you so afraid of it because it has left you with psychological trauma in the memory I lost?"
The clown's power flowed quietly, and Ana Shen's eyes turned completely black.
In his eyes, the tapir appeared with colorful brilliance.
Black representing fear, blue representing hope, and red representing anger are all concentrated on the top of the tapir's head.
"Faced with the psychological trauma that frightens you, you still come here and commit such a situation... You must already have a way to fight it in your heart, right?"
As Ana Shen approached step by step, the black and red colors continued to deepen, occupying the blue space.
"Then use it!"
Ana Shen spread out his hands and exposed his pale hands in front of the tapir in a completely unguarded manner.
The tapir's eyes hidden in the hood were staring at the white arms on Ana Shen's chest, his eyes flickering on and off, flashing with cunning and greed.
The next moment, the yellow emotion representing desire occupied his mind, and he tried his best to blow out the most dazzling colorful bubble, which enveloped Ana Shen's head.
Ana Shen did not resist at all and allowed the bubbles to completely wrap around his head.
Then, all the spiritual power in his body began to involuntarily converge toward his head, and even the flames that were originally used to cover his body to block the white mist also shrank toward his head.
The bubbles began to tremble violently, and the tapir felt that his spiritual energy was also being consumed at an accelerated rate.
But he didn't pay attention at all. Instead, he blew out more bubbles with excitement on his face and kept merging into the bubbles on Ana Shen's head.
"I feel that you are afraid."
Zhang Changlin came behind Tapir, staring at Tapir with dark golden pupils, as if he could see deep inside Tapir's heart.
Tapir didn't look back and retorted: "No, this is excitement!"
Zhang Changlin glanced at Shen Yan, who was enveloped in bubbles and seemed to be trapped in a dream, and said calmly: "He aroused your fear and greed, and you should not take risks."
"Everything that seems to be high-yield but is not sure enough will only lead to bitter consequences in the end."
"I'm an example."
He raised his hand, and the entire palm showed a charcoal gray color, and there were even large areas of cracks. The palm print in the center of the palm was completely cracked, and golden lava flowed in the cracks.
And on the skin divided by the golden lava, twisted human faces appeared one after another. They looked like resentful souls trapped in it.
And this change is still extending upward along his arm.
Before long, his whole body will show the appearance of carbonization and cracks, and it will be difficult to say that he is still "human".
Tapir looked back at him and sneered: "You don't understand!"
"You have no idea what you're getting!"
"Everyone clearly understands that he is mediocre to begin with. Our life is like a school of fish in a dark tunnel. There is no light or end in sight. It is just the obsession in your heart that urges you to keep swimming forward. , thinking that maybe I am different from others and can find a unique way to become a legend and a hero."
"But you know that one day you will be unable to swim. You will accept your own mediocrity, stop dreaming, stop hoping, and sink to the bottom of the water..."
"And now," Tapir grabbed Zhang Changlin's carbonized hand and raised it in front of him: "It helped you break the corridor, brought you to the outside world, and gave you a new possibility to escape mediocrity, but you are despising it!"
Zhang Changlin withdrew his hand forcefully: "Mediocrity is not a sin."
"The abuse of power and force is."
He silently retreated to the side of the marchers he resurrected. After experiencing the collapse when they were first resurrected, these people's emotions have gradually stabilized.
Strictly speaking, they are already dead. Even if they are resurrected, they are just slaves with the memories of their original owners.
It's just that compared to other realm owners, Zhang Changlin has reserved the greatest degree of autonomy for them, but in essence, these thousands of people are dead if they die.
If possible, he would rather use this power to exchange for everyone's ordinary life.
"idiot!"
Tapir glanced coldly at Zhang Changlin and mocked: "You say that because you still have a choice. And the one who gives you the confidence to choose is the thing you look down on!"
"As a newcomer, you still have a lot to learn. First of all, you should face up to this power——"
While talking, Tapir stretched out his hands to hold Ana Shen's head, and a stream of colorful light flew out from Tapir's eyebrows and penetrated into Ana Shen's eyebrows.
…
After being enveloped by the tapir's colorful bubbles, Ana Shen felt a deep sleepiness.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a courtyard.
The fence of the yard is a white stone wall, more than three meters high, and there is a circle of electrified barbed wire on the top of the fence.
In the center of the courtyard are three small white buildings clustered together. Each building is divided into three floors and is nearly fifteen meters high.
In the yard, a dozen children wearing blue and white striped shirts were playing in the yard.
However, Ana Shen discovered that although these dozen children seemed to be playing on their own and in a relaxed and happy manner, each of them would always look at her secretly with the help of equipment or trees during the play.
The eyes that were originally full of vigor would become cold and fearful when they glanced at him.
Just when he was confused, a male doctor wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses came over.
The doctor came to Ana Shen and bowed respectfully: "Have you chosen your lunch?"
Lunch? What to choose for lunch? Ana Shen was confused.
But naturally, he opened his mouth and said another sentence: "They grow too slowly. In such a long time, only one of them can barely bear fruit."
"If this keeps up, I'm going to starve."
This seemed to be a very scary sentence. The male doctor trembled for a while, and after a long time he said cautiously: "You... Professor Chen has noticed the problem you mentioned. We have been stepping up efforts to cultivate new embryos. I believe it will be soon." There will be results soon."
Embryo? Food for me? Is this my own memory, or something created by the tapir?
Ana Shen looked at himself and pointed at a little boy hiding under the shade of a tree: "Let's take him. Although he is not fully mature yet, he can still stand up for a while."
Seeing the little boy's face, Ana Shen felt inexplicably flustered.
He has seen this child before!
Although the corners of his mouth are now pursed downward, and he does not have that crazy smile, the way he hides in the shadows, and the face that looks exactly like his own -
Wait a moment!
He wanted to stop those who rushed towards him, but as he took steps, his body further expanded the yard under his feet and became a larger model.
White flames spread out from his body, and the entire courtyard was enveloped in a sea of fire.
Everyone was running and laughing.
From the reflection in these people's eyes, he saw himself like a mountain.
He looked down at the crowd running in panic in the yard. What he showed this time was not compassion, but undisguised hunger and greed!
