[Hao Ye] I am not me

Walking on the street, bustling crowds, stop-and-go vehicles rushing towards us with the hustle and bustle of the city, this is a novel and long-lost experience. A year in the mountains of Yunnan seems like a long and endless time .Although he bid farewell to it, it is obvious that he has not really gotten rid of its influence.It seems to be back to the days in hell, pure pursuit of power, no distractions, all thoughts in the mind are to become stronger, stronger, stronger... Keep getting stronger, there is no end, no boundary to advance, and liberate in the desperate battle self.

Life like this is full...and empty.

His heart is full of terrifying holes, swallowed by the millennium torrent, and the short life he lived for less than 20 years was insignificant, so humble and so insignificant amidst the surging tide spanning ten centuries. pale.

He almost forgot his original appearance, and the familiar memory became strange.Sometimes it’s dreadful not to be able to go home, other times it’s tedious like watching a film reel, watching the theater curtain go up and down without feeling anything.

On the day of crossing, he decided to play well, become the Shaman King, get GS, and then find the way home. According to the original idea, this is an unbelievably smooth road that leads straight to the goal. The road is not far away at all, the rest is just a matter of time.

After all, it is better to change than to plan. Who would have expected that he would reconcile and merge with Haohao, become Haohao without knowing it, and lost himself, and even the goal of returning home became ridiculous.

Turned into a good he or he?What if I go back?No one will remember him, no friends, no relatives, no one will remember that he lived in silence for nearly 20 years.At that time, he will even start to doubt and feel uneasy about his own existence, right?

He didn't want to face such an ending, kept escaping, and tried his best to forget himself by improving his strength, but this kind of thought would always pop up in strange cracks, catching him off guard and in a panic.He tried to shift his goals to other things, to bury his longing, to trample down the hole he had dug, to stop thinking about it—he had lost his right to have it, and he knew it.

Japan is very small, and its prosperity is inversely proportional to the land area. There are various lights and shops on the commercial street, and young girls in all kinds of gorgeous clothes linger in it.Along the way, even in the same city, the gap between rich and poor is very large.Many dilapidated apartments and old houses I saw before, as well as listless office workers holding briefcases and waiting for the tram with empty eyes, housewives with gloomy faces...

He turned on his spiritual vision, and the voices filled were nothing more than "career, family, money, power, status, sex...", infinitely magnified in front of his eyes. The expressions passed by, so fast that it was too late to recall his face.

There is a beast in everyone's heart. It is bound by the moral and legal constraints of the society, and it still struggles and growls to get out. The heart that should be full of light and warmth seeps out black thick and rotten venom from everywhere, gradually. Covered, and in the end beyond recognition, never recognizable as it was.

Many times, he stood in the middle of the sidewalk, surrounded by the endless stream of people, standing casually and maximizing his spirit vision.The heart of every passerby is magnified and placed in front of him, telling him its desire without any cover.

He reads them like entertainment news, newspapers and magazines, and he knows I'm inhumane in doing so, and he can't argue with that, but he won't stop.Because he is reluctant to give up this ability, it allows him to achieve his goals more quickly and effectively, and what he does is just get used to it and use it, even if his heart becomes numb, cold, and desperate.What's more, this is Yi's ability to break through thousands of generations. As Ye Wang's first friend, he can't give up for this reason alone.

And he also promised to protect Ye's, the promise he made still firmly occupies a place in his mind, and will not change because of anything, this is one of the few remaining principles in himself that have not been replaced.

He suddenly understood that good madness and persistence may sound absurd and unbelievable. In fact, he has always wanted to free himself, hoping that someone can defeat him and bring him out of despair. What kind of Shaman King competition, just grab the GS directly, why bother?However, in his opinion, the chance of this wish coming true is too slim, and maybe he is planning to give up.

500 years of automatic reincarnation, unforgettable memories, vivid and profound, almost nauseating, and those happy and beautiful fragments are rare and precious, not worth mentioning.A long time ago, he was deeply mired and unable to extricate himself, and no one has the ability to rescue him until now.Even if it's just a hand to him, he doesn't care if he can be pulled out.

He wanted to end this fate, as long as he became the Shaman King and got Gs, it couldn't be simpler.

The choice has returned to the original point, but its nature has changed.Many times we will face multiple-choice questions. It seems that there are multiple options, but in fact we can only choose one, and we have no right to regret it.

Only advance, not retreat.His back road was destroyed by his own hands, and he didn't want anyone to help him. This is the path he will inevitably take, and he has no right to refuse.

So he took the choice from King Ye and stood in front of it again.Occasionally, he also feels that things should be like this, and he is doomed somewhere, and he can't change the result, but he can make some adjustments to the details, so that these changed details are interspersed together, so that the situation will move towards a new development.And what he has to do is more than that.

Fate is inherently helpless, but the perspectives of individuals looking at problems are different, and they are all the same in essence. All the things that are born are nothing more than comfort and excuses for himself. He disdains and does not need such comfort.