Chapter 816 Farce

After hitting the dark corner in vain, Li Luo frowned, tried a few more times, and finally gave up and walked to other parts of the temple.

Now, Han Qi was also a little shocked.

"We are clearly in the darkness now, how can she sense it?"

Mo Ling didn't understand why Li Luo could sense them who had turned into darkness.

Fortunately, Li Luo didn't really find them. After searching in the temple for a while and finding that the temple was empty, she turned around and left.

Seeing this scene, Mo Ling and Han Qi were relieved.

But soon, Han Qi realized that something was wrong.

"The memory has not changed..."

"I still remember what happened before, which means that the timeline has not changed. This is still part of the stage, and even your behavior of destroying the stage is in the play."

"Even if you tear down the stage completely, the audience will just watch it for fun."

Hearing Han Qi's words, Mo Ling suddenly didn't know what to do.

He originally thought that after destroying the stage, everything would end, but in fact it just turned into a "farce". Those omnipresent eyes were still staring at him, watching his funny behavior.

"Even destroying the stage can't stop these eyes?"

Mo Ling felt deep despair again. In this dark, he had no idea what to do.

All resistance was in vain, all struggle was useless. Standing on the empty stage, it seemed that everything he did became the next scene of the farce.

Mo Ling even began to think at this time, whether it would be better to think about nothing and be a stupid ant. Being a "fool" is much happier than being a smart person who sees through everything.

His so-called efforts are just arranged.

It is even possible that these thoughts of resistance were stuffed in by others.

Just like the fool who built the pyramid, naturally, the idea appeared in his heart.

In the constantly emerging thoughts, there is no idea of ​​his own at all, no real freedom.

In the darkness, Mo Ling and Han Qi's hearts are still pounding.

But the heartbeat that should represent vitality is now like a lifeless clock, just following the arranged rhythm, beating towards the long-determined future minute by minute.

In this way, Mo Ling and Han Qi were silent for a long time, and no one spoke.

Despair spread in the darkness and also surrounded the two.

"It's painful, right?" Han Qi suddenly asked softly.

Mo Ling didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a moment, he expressed his feelings: "Actually... it's not that painful."

"Why?" Han Qi asked in surprise.

"At least I won't become chaos." Mo Ling said self-deprecatingly.

"That's true, you are a lucky ant..."

Han Qi's words were transmitted to Mo Ling's heart, and he couldn't tell whether it was a joke or really "envying" him.

"Your future is still uncertain. Although it is certain for those eyes, for ants, the future path is still unknown."

"No matter what kind of stage is ahead, it will be the first time you step on it and see those completely different things, although they may have been there for a long time."

Listening to Han Qi's comfort, Mo Ling felt much better, but he was still very depressed.

"But those unknowns are not real, and even my emotions may not be real." Mo Ling said helplessly.

"Is it so important whether it is real or not?" Han Qi gently comforted: "True and false are also relative. For the audience, they know it is false, but for us on the stage, as long as we feel it is true, it is true..."

"I have a real body."

"The darkness has given me enough power to deal with everything."

"There is a powerful tribe."

"There are tribesmen who care about me and love me, and there is a lovely child."

"I can appreciate the infinite scenery in the darkness, and I can shuttle through those dangerous and wonderful rule areas, collect their power, and make all kinds of strange and useful things. Interesting weapon. "

"I can use the time difference to travel on the time axis, go to the ice melting area to watch the falling snow across the night sky, go to the particle area to watch countless particles collide and shuttle, go back home and watch the tribesmen gather together to sing songs about darkness..."

"The birds in the dark fly to my head to sing, and then fly away."

"The dust under the light, they have nothing to sing, just sigh and fall there."

Han Qi suddenly sang the ballad of the dark race, with a hint of melancholy and loneliness in his voice. He was obviously praising darkness and spitting on light, but it seemed that both were so sad.

"Are there birds in the dark? Why do they run to your head to sing? Isn't this a trap? Also, can dust sing?"

Mo Ling listened to Han Qi's singing and asked softly.

Han Qi paused for a moment and answered helplessly, "I don't know either. The elders sang this way, so I sang this way too, and then I continued to sing this way. When the elders died, we would sing these songs to the younger generations, and they would continue to sing this way with only a half-understanding..."

"Isn't this... just like ants? This song has been passed down from generation to generation, but no one knows what it is singing. They just sing it inexplicably..." Mo Ling felt more and more sad when listening to Han Qi's explanation.

"Don't be so desperate." Han Qi interrupted Mo Ling and comforted her: "Just think about singing when you sing. If you think too much, singing will not bring you happiness."

After that, Han Qi hummed the ballad of the Han Ye tribe again, and the somewhat strange song once again echoed in the empty temple...

"We are particles in the darkness, numbly moving towards the direction of the torrent."

"What the darkness says is the truth, and what the darkness is heading for is the goal."

"Unite at the end of time and space, and condense at the edge of chaos."

"Break through the hypocrisy of the puppet world with the posture of a puppet."

"Then show off to the winner with the posture of a winner."

"..."

This is not the previous song. Listening to this strange ballad, Mo Ling felt inexplicably melancholy again.

The person who wrote this song seemed to be just like him, in helplessness and despair, being dragged by the disordered fate and rushing towards a chaotic future.

"Who wrote this song?" Mo Ling asked curiously.

"I don't know, it has been circulating in the tribe for a long time." Han Qi said lightly.

"Do you know what it sings?"

"I don't know, I just know that I am very happy when I sing it."

"Will I be happy if I sing a desperate song?"

"Hmm..." Han Qi thought for a while: "Whether a song is desperate or happy, you have to sing it to know."