Chapter 181 A Dream of Life

The world of the Fifth Xuan was devouring the souls of the witches and leaders. These witches and leaders were surprised at first, and then they all calmed down.

They were all people who had experienced many storms and waves, and had already experienced death once. Facing death again did not make them panic.

Although there was no panic on their faces, the previous atmosphere of laughter had gradually disappeared. They all raised their heads and looked at the Fifth Xuan who was shouting at the sky from a high place.

Among all the people, only the short witch and the sixth generation witch had smiles on their faces.

One of them was indifferent to life and death, and the other saw through life and death, and they were the most carefree.

"God, this is an opportunity that many totems have been looking forward to. If you give up... Next time, even if I allow it, the world may not allow it..."

The old voice in the power of heaven and earth came from afar. The voice gradually faded away, but the owner of the voice seemed to be tempting Diwu Xuan to make a choice that was opposite to his decision.

Diwu Xuan looked at the witches and leaders below with tears in his eyes. Most of them remained silent.

"Although I don't know what happened, the future of the Fire Tribe is important. We old guys are already dead."

The little witch spoke. This was his first conversation with Diwu Xuan, a clear, face-to-face conversation.

But the words he said made Diwu Xuan burst into tears.

"I don't, I don't want them to die."

The Fifth Xuan roared. He suddenly grabbed the Rituten pillar, grabbed both sides of the pillar with his huge palms, and tried to break it apart.

"No..."

Rituten, who was awakened from the illusion, shouted in fear, but the Fifth Xuan didn't care about his life or death.

"Crack..."

The stone pillar broke, but the hard Sunset Bow was still intact.

The Fifth Xuan pinched him with four fingers, ready to break him apart.

"No, no, no, please don't, don't."

Rituten was really scared. The Fifth Xuan's crazy state didn't seem like a joke. He begged for mercy again and again, using all his strength to beg for mercy.

"You don't have to do this. If you really want to give up, just look for the answer in your heart."

The old man's last words came before the power of heaven and earth dissipated, and then the power of heaven and earth slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.

"The answer in your heart? I already have the answer in my heart, why don't you stop? Why don't you stop?"

The Fifth Xuan roared at the inexplicable power, he was blaming it, he was scolding it.

"Don't be like this, kid, no matter what the result is, it is the best choice for the Fire Tribe."

The little man walked forward slowly, patted the Fifth Xuan's feet, and comforted his crazy behavior.

This sudden comforting action finally calmed the Fifth Xuan a little, and he also found the answer in his heart.

"It's the desire in my heart. He wants to become a god... He wants to become a god..."

The Fifth Xuan sat on the ground in vain, buried his head in his arms, and did not dare to look at the witches and leaders.

He really couldn't control the thoughts in his heart. Although he knew that as long as he really gave up, the inexplicable power would disappear, he just didn't give up.

Everyone has greed, immortality, freedom, who doesn't want it.

He doesn't want to be a stone, he wants to communicate with people, he wants freedom, he wants to enjoy.

Just like Zhang Dai said in his previous life:

I like fine houses, beautiful maids, **, fresh clothes, good food, good horses, bright lanterns, fireworks, operas, drums, antiques, flowers and birds, and I also like tea, oranges, books and poetry.

He also has countless hobbies and countless desires. Why can't he be a little selfish?

In his previous life, he was a sophisticated egoist. In this life, can't he be a sophisticated egoist again?

He thought like this, but the picture flashing before his eyes was the picture of generations of witches and leaders, rushing, fighting, bravely, and sacrificing for the future of the tribe.

"Woo woo... woo..."

The crying became smaller and smaller, and Diwu Xuan gradually calmed down.

This is no longer the world where people have no worries about food and clothing. People here can only rely on each other to keep warm, and can only survive by trusting each other.

They can tear tigers and leopards apart, but they are willing to use their bodies to block the knife for their companions.

They can eat pigs and cattle every day, but they are willing to endure hunger for the elderly and weak in the tribe.

After all, this is a less selfish world, so his heart suddenly seems very selfish.

"I'm not a saint bitch, but why do I feel that what I'm doing is wrong?"

When he looked up, he found that the big leader and the short witch were patting his arms on the left and right, like a parent comforting her child.

Diwu Xuan grinned at them, but felt that snot bubbles were about to fall, but he was a spirit, so there would be no snot bubbles.

"Fourth generation witch, come here, I want to ask you something."

Diwu Xuan waved to the fourth generation witch in the crowd and called him to his front.

At this time, his world was no longer expanding, and the strange power no longer eroded the souls of the witch and the leader. Everything seemed to be still, waiting for the decision of the fifth Xuan's heart.

"Do you still remember the little story I told you about the responsibilities of the leader?"

Diwu Xuan lowered his head and asked the fourth generation witch softly.

"Which one?"

the fourth generation wizard asked.

When he was in the sea, the fifth Xuan told him many stories, and he remembered them all.

"It's the story of the blind old soldier and the young warrior."

The fifth Xuan said.

"I remember you said he was the retired leader of Lieutenant Colonel Sfalan, which is a strange name."

Diwu Xuan shrugged his shoulders and said a name like Shifalan in a sobbing voice. Of course it was strange.

"Tell me the most exciting part of it."

The fourth generation wizard thought for a while, looked up at Diwu Xuan, and saw that Diwu Xuan closed his eyes and looked at the sky.

He slowly opened his mouth, trying to imitate Diwu Xuan's voice with a strong stage drama accent and said: "Now I have come to the crossroads of life. I know which road is right, without exception. I know, but I never take it. Why? Because it's too bitter!"

"Yes, because it's too bitter."

Diwu Xuan opened his eyes slowly. In his heart, the souls of these wizards and leaders are precious.

This is the memory of a Fire Tribe, this is the past of the Fire Tribe, but his way can only be practiced in the world at the cost of killing them.

He looked at the seventh-generation witch and the sixth-generation chief in the distance. They looked at everything on the altar in confusion. Although they could see, they could not hear.

"Sixth-generation witch, can you see the future?"

The fifth Xuan suddenly asked the sixth-generation witch.

"I can see a little."

The sixth-generation witch received it.

"What will the future look like? How do I choose?"

The fifth Xuan asked.

"The future... is full of variables. Before you make a decision, life and death coexist."

The sixth-generation witch replied with a smile.

"Schrodinger's cat?"

Diwu Xuan muttered to himself, looking at the edge of the world he created.

The power was retreating at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flowers and plants that had just grown were dying rapidly, and the rules that had just changed were also slowly recovering.

"I watched him build a mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse... Life is all a dream."

Diwu Xuan murmured.

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