Chapter 174 Night watchman
hairy egg
Mao Dan raised his head and looked at the red comet in the sky. He squatted on the ground and couldn't help writing formulas with stones on the ground. He bent or pinched the dead grass in his hand to calculate. After a long time, he put down everything in his hand, sighed and stood up.
It's not wrong with what he imagined. This star is indeed a red ghost. His position is the most open place in the half-day castle. Standing here, he can almost completely see the whole sky, which has not been enjoyed for Maodan for a long time. In the open space in front of the room, he can only see Half of the sky, especially at night, almost all the stars he missed were covered by the tall Erlong Mountain and the buildings of the half-day castle. Numerous times, Maodan wanted to rush over, tear down those redundant buildings, and give him a clear sky, so that he could restore the past with the trajectory of the stars. Memories, however, all this is a fool's dream. In the half-day castle, he is just a slave at the bottom, no, not even a slave, because the slave is at least a man, but the cook of the half-day castle is not a human.
When Maodan misses the past, he will constantly bend the dead grass in his hand, put the trajectory of stars in the palm of his hand with the broken dead grass, and experience it seriously with his palm. Who can know that under the seemingly ordinary appearance of Maodan, in the seemingly dirty and stupid palm of the palm that can only make pasta, pinch The stars in the whole sky, and this is the memory of the stars.
In the past... Whenever he thought of this word, Mao Dan wanted to sit on the ground, lean against the wall, and think seriously and completely. He knew that it must be a very pleasant experience. After all, the current life is too far from the past. The past is a place that can never be returned. Only thoughts can get there. . Mao Dan also knew that if he recalled repeatedly, the past would slowly go wrong in his mind, and many feelings would become not pure and sincere, and even some things would begin to be blurred and develop in the direction he wanted to live. This is what Maodan doesn't want to see, but he also knows that as long as he is a human, he will modify the trajectory of the past in the process of recalling. The past was extremely precious to Mao Dan, so he decided not to recall easily, but to make these hard-won memories without being disturbed when he was relatively relaxed and his body was relatively free. In this way, you can also control the number of memories.
The hairy egg took the new army's waist card from his waist and played with it in his hand. He leaned on this thing to get this temporary stable space. At night, the sentry of the half-day castle will not care where a person holding the new army's waist card is going. Anyway, the place he came from is still in the scope of the camp, but no buildings have been built here. When planning, Banbao focuses on future expansion, but unfortunately, now the world is in chaos, and all the mountains seem to be revolting. Banbanbao wants to expand its scale. At present, it is just an idea.
Mao Dan pinched the waist card in his hand. He can't guarantee that no one will disturb him when he sits here, and he doesn't want this hard-won memory time to be easily interrupted. In this way, if someone approaches, just raise the waist card, and the other party should retreat. After all, this time is still swimming. There are only mobile sentries of the half-day castle.
Well, with so many preparations, let the memories begin. After confirming that there would be no more external interference, Mao Dan began his long-awaited memory:
How long has it been since I came to the half-day castle? It has been about three years. In the past three years, it has always been the most inconspicuous role in the room. I just know that such an inconspicuous character can live longer, and it turns out to be true. In the past three years, two-thirds of the people in the house have died. Most of them don't know how to keep a low profile and don't know how to live like dogs in hell. Of course, they also have a reason why they can't, that is, they don't have faith, but I have, I have faith, so I can live like a dog, not to mention three years, even 30 years, which is only a part of my life.
Thinking of this, how old am I? Mao Dan also had doubts about this problem, and he began to have to figure it out. Before the invention of that medicine, I should be 72 years old, but what about after the invention of that medicine, when I began to take that medicine and became addicted to the medicine? I really can't remember clearly. At that time, I thought I had found a way to live forever, but later I learned that immortality does not exist, and even heaven and earth can do this. The only result of endless living is endless pain, which I no longer want to bear. When all this is stripped, there is only a mission left.
Do I remember what my mission and belief are? Yes, I remember. My belief is that I want to end this mythical era.
There are enough heroes in this world, but most of them are not really relying on their own courage or ability. They will always encounter one adventure or another, and then easily achieve goals that others can't achieve, and then become real heroes in the eyes of others. They are either generals who command thousands of troops and horses, knights who dominate one side, or emperors who have been famous for thousands of years. Who knows that extraordinary things have happened to them, and they themselves are not completely normal people, so they can do what others can't do. However, such a world must end, and such a mythical era must end in my hands. This is the meaning of my existence.
I want to turn this era into the era of mortals, take away the power that does not belong to them, and let all the heroes after that be completed with bodies and abilities that are no different from normal people. Of course, they may not be as immortal as the heroes recorded in the epic, but such heroes Xiong can better lead ordinary people to survive and gain freedom. Because they are ordinary people, they know the pain and sadness of ordinary people. Such a hero is more worthy of people's belief.
When the red ghost appears, the door of the world of the dead will open. At the same time, the mythical era will reach the peak, and the world will be completely controlled in the hands of these heretics, but it doesn't matter. I will make them crazy, completely crazy, make them addicted to the power in their own hands, and let them in front of their own power. Cheers and intoxication make them forget. Then, the red ghost will disappear and the mythical era will end temporarily, but those heroes, those vulnerable heroes, will be thrown off the altar, and then? Then the mythical era will become an eternal memory and will not be mentioned again. Anyone who mentions the deeds of those with extraordinary abilities will be regarded as crazy by others.
Only when the mythical era ends in everyone's heart is the real end. I will close this door with my own hands, and I will hand over the world back into the hands of mortals. This is a great thing, this is a great New Year, and this is the greatest faith, isn't it? Mao Dan thought of this, and there was a smile on his face. He hadn't smiled out of his heart for a long time, so that he felt a little stiff on his cheek, which filled his facial muscles with pain.
However, is there too much to pay to end this era? In his trance memory, what Mao Dan could feel was the pain of the tide. He almost gave up everything, arrived at this hellish cottage, and made a living as good as pigs and dogs. There was a better way to end all this. Why did he have to choose this ascetic self-sacrifice?
Because otherwise, there is no way to redeem yourself and pay off your sins. After all, it was her abuse of the power in her hand that led to her death. After her death, she was even more crazy to want her reborn, but it was not easy to talk about it. Knowing that it will take decades for the red ghost to come and that the world of the dead will not be opened like anyone before, he still takes a risk. This wrong method makes the whole world crazy. More and more people are addicted to power. They are constantly addicted to killing, their values are distorted, and their faces are constantly enlarged and torn.
These made the hairy egg's head hurt. He tried his best to control himself and no longer recall those. Such a beautiful starry sky, this rotten light should bring to itself the best memories, not these things that disturb people's minds.
Think about her. Mao Dan searched for the shadow buried in the deepest part of his memory. Mao Dan tried his best to recall the handsome face, but after working hard for a long time, he found that the beautiful face was not so clear in his mind. He looked at the sky and regarded the brightest star as her eyes, but unfortunately, such an imagination filled his heart with regret. Let's go back sometime and look at her portrait. If you can't even remember this beautiful face, you really won't close your eyes.
That will also wait until the end of the mythical era. Mao Dan interrupted his superfluous memories with this rough idea. In the past few days, Mao Dan has completely regarded himself as a man in a half-day castle. This memory is too luxurious for him to be used to doing such a thing.