LRAB Chapter 409 My Heart
Chapter 409 My Heart
I can come to a conclusion that my sword has a soul, but that soul will not respond to me. Is it unconscious or dead?
These two are not the same term. Unconscious means still alive, and dead means that there is nothing at all.
If there are some residual souls, it can be very annoying, for example, they give instructions to you from time to time, which is very annoying!
If I want to understand the past, it would be best if he was conscious of it, but I don’t care that much about the past. If I keep pursuing the past, how can I move forward?
I am always like this...
Suddenly I thought of that word "heart"...
"If you don't respond, I will stab myself in the heart with my sword." Was my calm words a threat? Maybe? Because I really had the sword in my hands, pointing at my heart.
"I'm here."
"Isn't this communication?" He put the sword back. His hands had begun to rot due to the contact just now, but they soon returned to normal.
"Whatever you want to ask, I will only answer one question."
"Is that so?" If I could only answer one question... I thought about it and then asked, "Does this heart of mine belong to Norlinglaner?"
"…Change the question."
This has already proved the problem. The other party is unwilling to answer, most likely because he has received a positive answer and understood: "Well, who calls you a senior? My question is, how can this sword be completely destroyed?"
"You shouldn't destroy it. It was originally prepared for you..."
"You are ignoring my question again?" He frowned slightly and said calmly, "I finally understand. No one would like someone as awkward as you, right?"
"It is just as you said. That answers my question."
"Why do you have such a good temper? I never knew..." My tone became heavier, and the other party heard the obvious meaning.
"You remembered something... Indeed, as we get to know each other better, you will know it."
"You don't like me, but you hate me very much. Why?"
"Do I need a reason to hate living things? They all seem noisy to me, like cockroaches that need to be killed, don't you think so?"
"If everyone died, my heart would ache terribly..."
"That's not your heart, damn it!"
"Whose heart is this then?"
"No right to respond."
That is a gentle heart that loves everything, but it is not one's own heart. What does one's real heart look like?
“What does my heart look like?”
"A black heart that should have been removed long ago, a heart full of evil spirits, a heart that should be dug out by one's own hands."
It's so strange. My heart aches. I seem to hate this topic?
What is my heart?
"What is my heart? I want my heart..."
“That kind of thing is long gone.”
"In fact, you don't know what happened to my heart after it was dug out, right? They shaped me. You were there at the time. Although my memory is a little fuzzy, I did have a heart at the beginning!" I am not that kind of special heartless person. I have a heart...
With a living beating heart...
"Respond to me! Respond to me! Respond to my words!" I felt the same breath on my body and shoulders, but it was quickly suppressed. I sighed softly and returned to the room.
The moon outside is still hanging high in the sky, and the starry sky outside is still so fake. Who should I ask to get the answer from my soul? Who should I ask to get the heart that belongs to me?
My body was gradually peeled off and I closed my eyes. This time it should be another memory. With the gradual contact, I could remember more and more things, but my mind became more and more confused. Why?
The earth veins made me dream more frequently, because the earth veins can reflect people's hearts, so what about my heart? ! What about my heart? !
Time began to move forward continuously. I stood in the ocean of time, watching quietly. That was a long time ago...
That was my first life, the birth of a madman...
I entered my body from a first-person perspective and looked at everything around me. There were bloody scratches on my hands. It was painful, but not obvious.
But when I looked closely, I was stunned for a moment, and then I suddenly saw the gray, black and white colors around me...
This person is color blind!
I see. This seems strange to me, but I don't have any emotions of my own in my heart. So this is it. It must be a special disease that makes it impossible to have normal emotions.
I tilted my head and looked at the adults in the distance. My action was not noticed. I could hear clearly what the two adults were arguing about.
"If it weren't for those things, how could this child become like this?!"
"I was supposed to offer this child to God for everyone's sake! Who knew he could survive without a heart? What kind of monster is this?!"
"That god wasn't satisfied with this, was he?! If those gods were still around, they wouldn't have to be like this..."
"This monster should have died long ago. Why don't you just starve it to death?"
Like a beast, the other party didn't regard himself as a real person at all.
"It wasn't so strange before. It was thrown into that dark cave over there and stayed there for a day and a night. Who would have thought that it would crawl back covered in blood? Since then, it won't talk to us, laugh, or cry. It's really a strange creature!"
"Who knows how he got back here? It would take me a whole day to get there!"
I looked at the tiny hands and feet, and suddenly a voice told me, how about using the tiny needle in my hand to poke the other person's eyes?
I can't do it because the other person is too tall. Unless he falls down in front of me, I will have scars on my body and it will be very painful. I can't stand up for the time being.
I calmly analyzed the current situation, but I realized something was wrong. Why?
Why do I want to do what I want in my heart? Black gas gradually emerges from my body.
The grass closest to it gradually withered as the gas approached.
There was only hatred in my heart. I wanted to take action, to kill...
There is only hatred in my body, endless hatred. No, this is not right!
He couldn't control his body and could only watch as the young child walked up and touched the other person. The other person wanted to yell and curse at first, but he didn't utter a word until strange markings appeared on his body and he fell to the ground.