Chapter 53 Humans are also objects
In the Three Foods World, forced by the situation and in order to save the lives of his companions, he realized the meaning of "orders", understood the concept of insect control of Zhuidu, and approved of his ideas.
Later, he met Zhui Du. During their private conversation, Zhui Du let go of himself and showed his other insect-controlling abilities besides attacking. His heart also began to become greedy. He wanted to learn more from Zhui Du, make more progress, and become stronger.
Unfortunately, time was limited, and he only learned the basics. He let some small insects with poor thinking ability hide in the corners of his clothes, and used brief finger waves to make these insects hiding on his body obey his orders.
"My ability to control insects all started when I got this white jade flute."
Mo Youli stretched out his hands and gave the command "Get up and dance" to the wriggling little white worm on the wooden table in front of him. However, without the jade flute as a medium, the little white worm ignored him and continued to move slowly forward.
Seeing this, Mo Youli helplessly put down his hands, turned his head to look at Zhui Du who was standing next to him, and continued in a gentle voice:
"I really can't be like you, where I can just move my hands and have these bugs act exactly as you want."
Comforting people has never been the style of the drug chaser. He just stood there quietly, his brain working rapidly.
Seeing that Zhui Du remained silent, Mo Youli thought that he couldn't think of any solution either. He sighed silently in his heart and was about to give up. Not wanting to embarrass Zhui Du, he said:
"Never mind. Some things can't be forced. Let's go to the teahouse and have a cup of tea later..."
"wrong!"
Before Mo Youli could finish his words, Zhui Du suddenly interrupted him.
Mo Youli was stunned: "What? What's wrong?"
Zhui Du stared at Mo Youli and spoke word by word:
"You're not right!"
For a moment, Mo Youli was confused and didn't understand what Zhui Du was talking about: "Huh? What's wrong?"
Zhui Du raised his unusually pale right hand and said slowly:
“Your mindset is fixed.
Humans and insects are two different species, so achieving unimpeded communication is simply a fantasy. Therefore, a third party is essential for communication.
If you want to communicate, you need an object as a medium."
Mo Youli still couldn't understand what Zhui Du meant:
"But you did it! How can it be a fantasy?"
Maybe it's simply because he doesn't have the talent in this area.
Zhui Du shook his head and patiently explained to Mo Youli:
"So I say, your thinking is fixed. I never skipped the intermediary link. I just changed the method."
Mo Youli: "Changed to a different method? What method?"
“In the understanding of ordinary people like us, an object must be an inanimate object to be called an object.
But a long time ago, when I was about six years old, I was thinking about a question.
Why, in this world, are people divided into different classes?
Will those humans who are of lower status always be treated wantonly and trampled upon at will by humans of higher status, like lowly maggots?
Aren't we all members of the same species? Can mere differences in wealth and status erase the equality of character and soul?
In order to resolve the confusion in my heart, I quietly left my country and went to a small country nearby.
When I went there, I saw a rich kid bullying men and women on the street. I took the initiative to stop him and then expressed my confusion to him alone.
…
"Why are you bullying them? Aren't they your compatriots?"
"How can they be my compatriots? I'm not like them!"
"What's the difference? Aren't we all human beings with two arms and two legs, a pair of eyes and a mouth?"
"Don't be ridiculous! We only look the same, everything else is completely different!"
"What's the meaning?"
“To put it simply, only those above me are human beings; those below me are ants.
And there are also differences among ants. Useful ants can be regarded as tools by me, a superior item that can be treated with a little more seriousness.
Useless ants are garbage, inferior waste products. It would be best to eliminate them as soon as possible."
"According to you, humans can be considered objects, right?"
"Of course. If humans can't be treated as objects, then why do human traffickers exist in this world? Why can some ordinary people buy and sell their wives and daughters at will? Why can some high-ranking officials always so easily decide the life and death of others?
In essence, humans are also objects.”
…
Coming out of his memories, Zhui Du looked at Mo Youli and said seriously:
"After a brief exchange with that rich kid, I gained some insights.
According to him, humans can be treated as objects. So, thinking from another perspective, can I treat myself as an object?
Would you like to use yourself as a medium, a bridge for communication between me and the insects?"
Zhui Du's words made Mo Youli fall into a long period of contemplation.
As he thought about it, he couldn't help but sigh:
No wonder Zhui Du is called a genius among geniuses by the Wuya tribe.
Talent is one thing, but the crazy thinking that is different from ordinary people is what is really scary.
When most people hear what rich kids say, their first reaction is often to be influenced by this distorted and unequal mindset, which leads to sadness about human nature. How can they have the time to consider anything else?
After hearing these words, Zhui Du was not moved at all. Instead, he discovered a new fighting idea from them. He was only six years old at the time!
"I think I understand what you mean. But I still can't get rid of my white flute. Because I'm not a member of the Wuya tribe, I haven't received any special training since childhood to choose a specific item as my third party delivery.
I got this flute right away, and it's amazing; it helps me convey my ideas naturally. If you were to follow my lead, I'd have to discard this flute that's been with me for so many years and start over, learning from you how to use third-party delivery.
But the time he spent with drug chasing was too short, and he had already skipped the best age to relearn. Generally speaking, the drug chasing method might not be suitable for him.
"You said your flute is magical?"
"right."
"Let me see it."
Mo Youli was still relatively relieved about Zhui Du, so he gave his white jade flute to Zhui Du. Zhui Du took it, gently stroked Mo Youli's flute, felt the texture of the flute, then lifted the flute up to the sky, facing the light, squinted his eyes, looked at it carefully, and finally returned it to Mo Youli.
Mo Youli: "How?"
Zhui Du: "I can't tell the difference from an ordinary flute. But I'm wondering, if your flute is truly magical, does it have the ability to merge?
You can try to think that you and the flute are not two separate entities, but rather that you and the flute are one entity: you are in the flute, and the flute is in you.
Zhui Du's words were beyond the scope of common understanding. Mo Youli's brain froze for a while, and the next second, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Zhuidu, I didn't know you could joke around! Seeing you talking nonsense so seriously, I almost didn't react. It's so funny!"
Zhui Du had a blank expression on his face, his calm eyes staring at him silently. Mo Youli's smile froze when he realized that Zhui Du was not joking with him. He silently retracted his smile and asked seriously, "Are you serious?"
Zhuidu: "I never joke, I'm serious about proposing this to you."
Hearing this, Mo Youli remained silent for a long time. He couldn't help but think: Is Zhui Du a pure madman or a complete genius?
Thinking of Zhui Du's previous statement that he "treated himself as an object", and that he had indeed succeeded in doing so, Mo Youli chose to believe Zhui Du after an intense ideological struggle.
He is not a madman, he is a genius among geniuses!
"I'm sorry. I misunderstood you."
After Mo Youli sincerely apologized, he continued:
"Then I'll do as you say and give it a try. I'll try to regard the jade flute as a part of my body."
Zhui Du nodded, thought for a moment, and added:
"You have been accompanying your flute for many years, so your chances of success are actually quite high.
However, it is obviously impossible to expect success from the beginning. We try a few more times, and if we succeed once, it proves that this idea is feasible."
——
Fortunately, the idea of chasing drugs was completely correct.
After failing dozens of times in succession, Mo Youli finally realized the state of unity between man and flute.
And the white jade flute is indeed no ordinary item.
When Mo Youli finally reached this level invisibly, the white jade flute actually disappeared into the air and entered his body.
He only needs to learn to skillfully control the Dantian in his body, and then he can freely control the white jade flute hidden in his body.
However, due to the layer of human skin and flesh, the sound effect is naturally not as clear as in the air. The commands given are very vague and limited, and can only control a very small number of insects.
But that's enough!
At that time, he was forced into a coma by the people of Lunxun Hall. After being brought to the Marrow-sucking Country, he woke up and heard that they were going to perform a brainwashing ceremony on him.
He didn't understand what the brainwashing ritual they were talking about was, but at least he knew it was definitely not a good thing. He had no way to stop it, but at least he could try to make some subtle changes to interfere with the brainwashing ritual.
The white jade flute had become one with him, so even if his weapon was forced to separate from him, he could freely return the flute to his body.
When no one in Lunxun Hall was paying attention, he quietly circulated his Dantian, played the flute in his body, and commanded the insects hidden in the subtle parts of his clothes, telling them to drill into his ears and block all sounds from the outside world.
He remembered that he suddenly fell into a coma after hearing some sound, so he wanted to avoid the sound.
Fortunately, his operation direction was completely correct, and it was even a blessing in disguise.
Not only did he retain all his memories in the mixed world, he also remembered all the memories of his previous life for hundreds of years.
Thinking of this, Mo Youli's eyes suddenly became sharp.
He stretched out his right arm, and the next second, under the astonished gaze of the man in charge opposite, a white flute appeared out of thin air in his right hand.
"Since you already know everything, I won't hide it anymore. Now, Master, it's my turn to kill you!"
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