"In fact, in this world, human life is really worthless."
Zhou Li withdrew his gaze. He no longer paid attention to the huge heart in the sky, but said to himself: "A war, a natural disaster, or a king's greed. A person will be under the mighty wheels of the times. Die."
"Tell me, are the lives of those who died because of you worth anything?"
Heart, no, Anya didn't answer. She was still trapped by Zhou Li's trap, unable to escape from the terrifying logical trap.
"In fact, they are not worth anything."
Zhou Li smiled and shook his head. He always felt a little tight in his chest. Maybe it was because he could only wait there this time. He was always a little flustered. "Actually, to be honest, when I first came to this world, I I feel that no one’s life is worth much except Eluma.”
"If they had told me at that time, they would have allowed me to return to Earth with Eluma. From now on, I would never have to ask about any news about this world, and I would no longer have to be suddenly summoned to another world as a brave man, and be a cow or a horse queen. If you are still betrayed, I won’t care even if the world is destroyed immediately.”
After patting the non-existent dust on his body, Zhou Li sat cross-legged on the ground. There was no one around him, except himself. Zhou Li dismissed all the soldiers.
unnecessary.
Because he wanted to understand something.
"Actually, many times, when all possibilities are eliminated, what seems absolutely impossible is the truth."
Zhou Li supported his chin with his right hand and looked at the silver-white iron door of the energy tower not far away. There was no extra look in his eyes, "It's like, you can't do anything to me, right?"
[Don’t be arrogant, if I wanted to, you wouldn’t be alive today]
Anya's voice sounded again. She seemed to have walked out of the trap Zhou Li had set for her. A slightly sarcastic voice sounded in Zhou Li's ears: [You don't understand what a terrible weapon emotions are for humans. 】
"What are you calling?"
However, Zhou Li's answer made Anya stunned.
She "saw it." Zhou Li raised his head with a disgusted expression, curled the corners of his mouth, and said to her in a very disdainful tone: "Did I ask you?"
"You idiot who still doesn't understand what's going on."
[Showing your words is meaningless to you]
Facing Anya's reply, Zhou Li smiled.
"Haven't you noticed yet?"
He said slowly and unhurriedly: "Have you not discovered that as an emotional pontiff, your emotions seem to be a bit too rich?"
【Are you kidding? 】
[Only when humans have emotions can they...]
"Only then can one rebel against the gods and defeat the gods."
Zhou Li waved his hand boredly and said with disdain: "Why don't you say that the power of friendship is a miracle? Then how much more can I make you a Furui Immortal, so that I won't have nothing to say when I visit your grave? .”
[If human beings give up their emotions and choose absolute calmness, then the only result they get after countless calculations and deductions is to choose death, give up resistance, and enjoy the last time. You are not an idiot, you should not stop me all the time]
"I'll say it again."
This time, Zhou Li's voice was no longer as frivolous as before. On the contrary, when a sharp light flashed in his eyes, his words were also filled with a bone-chilling chill, "I'm not talking to you."
[I am the only one who can hear your words now]
"That's what you think."
Zhou Li sneered. He did not continue to speak, but closed his eyes, as if waiting for something.
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The deeper you go, the more restraint you get.
Arthur Morgan's rough face that had been weathered by the western winds and sands had turned pale for a while, but his eyes were so dark that it was impossible to look directly at them. In the corridor that was so narrow that it could only accommodate one person, Arthur Morgan endured the discomfort all over his body and followed Torea.
only
Good news, Arthur Morgan now understands that a small environment allows him to concentrate and release Dead Eye.
Of course, there is a lot of bad news. For example, because he often rides horses, his two spans are not close enough. In addition, his originally practical and strong body is particularly redundant in this corridor, so Arthur Morgan can only walk sideways. This raises a problem comparable to the trolley problem.
It is known that he has a gun, and he is right-handed, so his most popular weapon is also right-handed.
But now he needs to walk sideways in a small space, so he must determine the direction of his right hand. If the right hand is ahead, if there is a crisis behind him, he will need to look back at the moon or the arm swing in the third set of radio gymnastics in the country to try to solve it.
If he chooses to face his right hand backward, once Torreya encounters an enemy attack, Arthur Morgan must consider whether this is the only opportunity in his life to shoot with his left hand.
Of course, the most painful thing is not these.
What's hard to describe is that he is a cowboy, so jeans, which were originally used by gold diggers, are not impossible for him. But the problem is that the space here is too small if he turns sideways.
Guns are easy to hit.
Arthur, grind your roots.
At this time, Arthur Morgan felt that his life was almost over. Whether it was the mental pressure caused by the cramped space or the physical pressure brought to him by the uneven walls, this iron-clad man felt that his life was almost over. The 1.85-meter-tall man wanted to cry.
At this time, Arthur Morgan missed Dutch's classic "I've got an idea" very much. At the same time, he also missed the time when John mercilessly criticized him after saying "I've got an idea."
He regretted a little. He could obviously usher in a new life and a new western scenery with his companions after solving the crystal crisis, but for some reason he lost his mind and followed Zhou Li to Tariq, and ended up being involved in such a situation. In big events.
Please, this is a god, a god that an old Western bastard like me wouldn't dare to worship.
Why can't I think about it myself?
While thinking wildly, he moved slowly based on instinct. Arthur Morgan's thoughts began to wander. Just when he began to dream about whether his great-grandfather could smash this weird space with one punch if he was here, Torea's voice suddenly sounded.
"There is a situation ahead."
Arthur suddenly became alert, and his right hand behind him immediately raised the pistol and aimed it behind him.
No way, the queen is still more important.
"Let's go first."
Torrea suddenly accelerated and rushed forward three steps at a time. Before Arthur could describe to her that he might not have learned the skill of nitrogen acceleration, the handle of the spear suddenly passed through his armpit, and with a stroke of luck, Arthur was quickly pulled away.
Arthur, grind your roots.
At this time, Torea did not pay attention to Arthur Morgan behind him, who was holding his pants in pain, but was vigilantly looking at the spiritual world that suddenly became vast.
A...kaleidoscope?
After walking through the winding and narrow path, what they saw was a huge kaleidoscope. Countless colors are intertwined together to form a wonderful and weird world of colors.
A purple halo falls on the red soil, and with the warm rays of the blue sun, the frost-like grass-yellow ice slowly melts. Arthur Morgan and Torea stood on the white, staring at the absurd and gorgeous world of color, speechless for a moment.
"This man's soul is quite colorful."
Arthur Morgan looked at the mottled colors around him and honestly described how the space made him feel.
"wrong."
At this time, Torea, who is quite talented in emotions, noticed something was wrong. She looked around cautiously and whispered: "This is not a person's spiritual space."
"What?"
Arthur Morgan was stunned, even forgetting the pain, "You mean this is the spiritual space of a monster?"
"No, when I say a person, I mean a quantifier, not a noun."
Torea was sincere and shook her head.
Se said: "Every existence in this space with a different color from the surroundings is the embodiment of a person's soul."
"This space is not Anya's spiritual space at all, but a world made up of countless individual hearts."
"So awesome?"
Arthur was stunned for a moment. Although he was praising him, his expression was completely different.
I did not understand.
Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. After all, he is really not very good at the spiritual aspect. Anyway, all he needed to know was that what Torea said was awesome.
Then? If you can fight, fight, if you can't fight, run away, if you can't run, just fight with the opponent, it's that simple.
"Do you know what we're going to do?"
Taking a deep breath, she turned her head and looked at Arthur Morgan aside. A rare bitter smile appeared on Torea's face, "We need to find a person's heart in this world."
It's over, now it can't even explode.
"hiss."
Taking a deep breath, Arthur felt his teeth chattering a little. He looked at this vast world that was half the size of Mosk, and asked tremblingly: "Are you serious?"
"I'm not kidding."
This sentence is also very serious.
"For the first time, I wish someone could tell me it was a joke."
The countless colorful blocks and weird creatures reminded him that finding a person's soul here was not like looking for a needle in a haystack, but like looking for molecules in the galaxy. It was completely impossible.
not to mention...
"Forty minutes."
Nodding, Torea said firmly: "There is a clock in my heart, there are only forty minutes left, I am sure."
He stretched out his hand and wiped his face vigorously. Arthur forced a forced smile and asked Torea, "Do we still have a chance?"
"have."
Torrea nodded, "If Anya's humanity appears in front of us, we have a chance."
Now the bitter smile was gone.
"My advice is to get out of here."
However, the next second, Arthur Morgan was stunned by Torrea's words.
"What?"
He looked at Torea blankly, his face full of confusion, "Leave here?"
"right."
Torea nodded, she couldn't figure out why he had such a big reaction.
"No, what you mean is that we can leave this world, do not do tasks, do not have to die, and do not have to cry sadly about our first half of life here and then usher in death. We can get out of here and then return to reality, right? ?"
Facing Arthur Morgan, who looked dull and somewhat not very smart, Torea frowned, nodded and repeated: "Yes, we can leave this world. There is no need to do tasks, no need to think about it, and no need to be here. Sadly, Gusu himself will die after the first half of his life. We can get out of here and return to reality, right."
Arthur froze.
After a moment, he reached out his hand and rubbed his face vigorously.
"Oh shit."
Arthur cursed in a low voice and said angrily: "Daqi talks about these things every day, and I can't even figure out what's going on."
"Mr. Arthur, are you ready to find Anya's humanity here?"
Torreia looked at Arthur with a look of admiration in her eyes, "Are you someone who can give up your life for a mission? Even I can't do this."
"No, I am not."
Arthur laughed and said without any psychological burden: "Then let's go."
"Sorry, I can't leave."
Torrea shook her head and said honestly: "I won't leave here."
"Ha ha."
Arthur laughed again. He stretched out his hand, pointed at himself, and then at Torea, and said easily: "I knew we wouldn't be able to leave here so easily.
world. Do you think if you write a suicide note in this world, it will be received outside? "
In the West, Arthur Morgan has always been the feared dead-eyed cowboy. But everyone who knows him knows that he is just a cold-faced comedian who likes to make some inappropriate jokes on some occasions.
"But I made an agreement with Mr. Magician before. No matter what, he will find us when the countdown is twenty minutes and take us away from this space."
"Ha ha."
Arthur waved his hand and said clearly: "I knew that you girl was just panting when you talked, and you just said whatever else you wanted to say. Now you are saying that the magician will definitely become a magician because he was invited by the gods to eat cookies in their kingdom of God. Even if you are late, I will believe you."
"No."
Torea shook her head. She looked at Arthur and said sincerely: "What I want to say is, do you want to consider returning with me? I'm afraid that this world does not match the space we just entered. Magic Mr. Shi will not be able to find us."
"Um."
Arthur Morgan nodded, then he looked behind Torea, and then a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he said to her: "I feel good, but there is something not so good."
"Guess, the road we came on is still there?"
At this time, Torea was stunned.
She turned around and saw the entrance slowly closing like a closed mouth.
Then, Torea and Arthur Morgan fell into silence. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.
"I guess not anymore."
The upright girl said so.
"you guessed right."
The unique cold humor of the old western cowboy came into play, making the originally warm moon feel cold.
