Lu Shaozhen could no longer remember what it felt like to walk out of the thorn net. He only felt that the bright world broke free from the smog that covered the sky and the sun. The sun shone for thousands of miles, and in an instant, the clouds cleared and the fog dissipated. The sky was as white as cotton candy and radiated dazzling light.

The feeling was like the view of a beach resort. She was lying on a bench in shorts, drinking ice drinks with sunglasses, and paired with soothing and relaxing music. The sexy bikini was visible. The sun shone on the wheat-colored skin, warming the heart of the lover.

What kind of beauty is that? But isn’t this an illusion? I just came through the thorn net and could no longer be described as scars on my body. Why is this kind of picture in my mind?

Is it self-protection after experiencing too much suffering? Although physical harm is inevitable, spiritual self-protection is always required. This level of torture has caused extreme discomfort in one's heart. Could it be that your instinct makes you imagine in a better way?

Is the mirage of the spirit more than this? However, he could also vaguely feel the reality. This is a wonderful state of mind, a self-defense mechanism mixed with consciousness as a potential guide. Although he felt a little nervous, he had to admit that he felt a sudden relaxation.

Lu Shaozhen stumbled towards the base of the wall. His whole body was weak to a certain extent. Even bent down and needed great perseverance to stabilize the momentum of falling. Immediately afterwards, the low chanting of the summer sea breeze continued to echo in his ears. This sound was like the sing of Siren, which contained magic, which led his thoughts to the blue and distant sky.

He sat down slowly while supporting the wall, and his skin seemed to have lost consciousness. His head was covered with a scorched motorcycle suit, and he stared blankly in front of him. Wherever his sight was reaching, Chang Mingda had become a veritable blood man. The fine scratches were not even or uneven at all, because there were scars from head to toe. The originally thick hair on his head was already sparse and not much left, and some places could even reach the skull. The sudden white color appeared in the blood, which really made people feel heart-wrenching.

Chang Mingda seemed to be insensitive. He mechanically used his bloody palms to push away the chains blocking him in front of him like a walking corpse. Then he drilled out of the two chains. Just like hundreds of times before, the blades and thorns on the two chains were ruthlessly scratched on his back and chest.

It doesn't matter anymore. Kanji is completely numb, as if pain is the mainstream of life. Such torture seems to push people's hearts into the abyss of perverts.

Lu Shaozhen suddenly laughed out loud at this moment. He stared at the monster that was gradually squeezed out slowly from the thorn net. A mad look appeared in his blurred eyes, but just as his shoulders were constantly shaking, the long-lost pain finally emerged. It seemed that the feeling of countless needles piercing from all parts of his body made his laughter stop abruptly, and he lowered his head and did not move.

At this time, Chang Mingda finally took the last step. His eyes that were suddenly staring at Lu Shaozhen with blood on his face were staring fiercely, and then he staggered to the ground, and a large amount of blood spread from his body.

The zombies were roaring on their own, the entire warehouse was filled with a humid and fishy sweet smell, and the sultry air was constantly condensed. Coupled with the yellow walls and simple facilities here, it formed a deeply depressing painting with old tones.

I don’t know how long it took, but Lu Shaozhen’s consciousness that was trapped in darkness suddenly seemed to be touched.

"Master, Master, are you okay?"

Hongjun? Lu Shaozhen looked around with sleepy eyes and found that the surroundings were in a hazy state, just like the place when he met Hongjun before, but it was also different. At this time, he only felt that the surroundings seemed to be empty and there was no real existence of any material.

"Hongjun? Where is this?"

"Master, your physical condition is very bad now, and your consciousness has been greatly impacted. All living things have the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. When they encounter danger, they will instinctively enter the self-defense mechanism. Similarly, people are the same. However, the advanced part of human beings is that when the spiritual world of human beings is affected by a catastrophe, they will automatically enter the illusion created by instinct. This illusion can be regarded as self-defense or as a pathological reaction. After all, these are viewed in the absurd perspective of the so-called normal person. If you have never experienced it personally, you will never understand how ordinary the so-called cognitive impairment that patients suffer. It is not a good thing to limit your perspective to yourself."

Hongjun's voice was gentle and charming, which made Lu Shaozhen's heart feel a little calm.

"So what's going on with me now?" Lu Shaozhen felt that his mental state was pretty good, and he asked in a slightly pleasant tone.

"Master, your current state is what normal people call a patient. This is a kind of resistance of your spirit to everything your body suffers, which is understandable. Think about it, you live in an era when you are peaceful and evil dare not breed, and your values ​​are naturally full of vitality. Suddenly, you encounter such misfortune, and the collapse of values ​​creates such a dilemma."

Lu Shaozhen hesitated and asked: "In other words, am I trapped by myself now?"

"It's true. Although it sounds incredible, to give a simple example, people who are afraid of heights are afraid of heights. Aren't they trapped in this situation?"

Lu Shaozhen laughed silently and said, "In this way, it's time to challenge yourself again? Defeating yourself will not only solve the difficulties, but also make a qualitative flight in the maturity of your mind. Overcoming fear, this behavior seems to run through our lives all the time."

Hongjun's voice became softer and her words were meaningful: "And the meaning of life lies in this, this is the true meaning that you finally found when you traveled through mountains and rivers as fierce and honest as before."

Hongjun's voice seemed not to be talking to Lu Shaozhen, but to be addicted to some kind of memories, and seemed to be so contented and admired.

"I used to be me? Do you still remember what happened to me before the time and space shuttle? Haven't you already formatted it automatically?" Lu Shaozhen asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!