"Man is actually just a product of social nature, and no one can escape from the quagmire. Born as a human being, don't try to be extraordinary, as that will only make yourself ugly." The monster's voice is full of unspeakable beliefs.

Faced with such a monster that seemed to have some kind of faith, Lu Shaozhen suddenly rose up in despair. It was the dawn of the long night, passing through the gaps of bricks and rubble in the wasteland, and rewarding prisoners with the best gift.

"My appearance does not mean that the situation is irreversible. On the contrary, all turning points are likely to be placed on me. Of course, since you and I do not distinguish between each other, you will rely on yourself in the end."

When Lu Shaozhen heard this, he was secretly shocked because the monster answered the doubts he was thinking.

"You don't have to over-examination of our relationship with each other. My appearance is to some extent your own reflection. Being good at thinking is your advantage, but the so-called advantages are often fatal, and it is very likely that it is the crux of the loss of you." The monster paused for a moment, leaving Lu Shaozhen with time to reflect. "My appearance was not an accident. I knew you would choose to restrain the doubts in your heart within a reasonable range, so believing in me means believing in yourself."

Even though the monster's words were filled with evil forces similar to brainwashing of pyramid schemes, Lu Shaozhen still planned to choose to let go of her vigilance.

"That's right. Your mental journey is like an interrogation room under electronic monitoring. There is no trick to stand up to scrutiny." The monster really knows any of Lu Shaozhen's thoughts, "You have to ask you a question."

"You said." Lu Shaozhen was a little at a loss.

"Don't you find it strange? Since you entered the catastrophe game, you have wanted to fall into a premeditation. Your original intention to come here has not been realized at all, but the various tortures that followed have made you unable to live in peace."

"Since you can see my mind, why do you have to ask me in such a way?" Lu Shaozhen responded sophisticatedly for the first time.

The monster's eyes, filled with blood, seeped out a madness, and his eyes were aggressive, as if he wanted to sweep the most secret corner of Lu Shaozhen's heart.

"What you need now is guidance, not to accept it. Just like the collective subconscious puppet mentioned just now, majeure is never something that can be consciously resisted." The monster said, "Everything is premeditated, and everyone's common goal is your brain."

Lu Shaozhen frowned. He moved his body slightly, climbing on the rattan for a long time made the muscles feel sore. "What is this related to the collective subconscious?"

"Have you heard of the riverbed theory?" The monster did not answer, but asked another question.

Seabed Theory? Lu Shaozhen vaguely remembered that it was the basic concept proposed by Jung, and this concept laid the tone of his entire theoretical system.

"Our personal psychology is just a shallow layer, such as the ocean ripples of collective psychology. Powerful factors change our lives, change the surface of the known world, and write down history, which is collective psychology. This operation is completely different from personal consciousness based on the law." The monster said word by word, "This is Jung's famous remark."

"So what?" Lu Shaozhen felt that the gloomy and terrifying face in front of her had lost its mysterious color. At least it could be viewed in popular logic, "Even if I live in the collective subconscious, it's nothing serious."

"It's normal, but don't forget that you are not an ordinary person."

Lu Shaozhen seemed to understand something, and he said in surprise: "Is it because of my demon hunter bloodline? My bloodline awakening must break the shackles of the collective subconscious?"

"That's right. We are empty except for a sac, because the tone that constitutes us is imposed by others, violence is the basic situation of the world, and the demon hunter is committed to seeking his true self."

Lu Shaozhen shivered, and the monster's remarks were really crazy. His thoughts couldn't help but return to the scene where the last elf soul fell into hell and turned into a demon hunter, connecting the front and back, Lu Shaozhen discovered a fact that made him extremely scared.

Does falling into hell mean breaking the shackles of the collective subconscious?

After eliminating the collective subconscious mind, can you still be called a "person"?

"No one told you that the demon hunter is human." The monster said just right.

"In other words, everything in the catastrophe game is to push me in this direction?" Lu Shaozhen's voice trembled slightly. He recalled all the previous experiences that were terrifying, and the truth became clearer.

"The conspiracy is even greater than your imagination."

"Then the question is, your appearance must be to fulfill this mission." Lu Shaozhen was wary again.

The monster smiled coldly, his eyes burst and almost fell out. The threads on both sides of the corners of his mouth were pulled loose, and black pus was revealed.

"Although the purpose is different, the awakened bloodline is an indispensable key for you and those lurkers. The awakened brain marrow can help them realize their dream wishes, and the awakened power will give you the right to fight."

Lu Shaozhen asked with great concern: "What if I insist on not cooperating?"

"This is no longer something you can decide. Unless you have excellent research in psychology and are good at mobilizing your consciousness to fight against various stimuli, awakening blood will be your destined ending. Of course, unless you..."

"Unless what?"

"suicide."

The simple words shocked Lu Shaozhen again. His panic did not come from the simple literal meaning, but from the body of his own.

“**** is the only way out.”

“Suicide is the only way out.”

Is this true? At the last moment of his life, did the corpse fall into his current choice? That corpse should be himself on another timeline? Is it herald to meet him after the time is misaligned, which also indicates his future?

Everything has a feeling of clearing the clouds and fog and seeing the sun, but the truth drags his heart into the abyss.

How desperate is it to put that exquisite mouth on your temple? Why did you choose the way of liberation in the choice of fate? Is it really an easy way to go to death?

Or is it that he felt the ultimate torture and torture in his irreversible struggle with the collective subconscious and gave up the hope of survival? Is it really harder to accept to live than to die?
Chapter completed!