Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The look in the girl's eyes was more of indifference than fear due to something she had never seen before.

That look even denied Xia Long himself. Logically speaking, seeing such a scene in a house where one lives alone late at night, with a man breaking in for no reason and talking nonsense, anyone would be horrified, shaken and scared.

Is it a thief? He wants to kill people. Is it a ghost? He wants to take lives.

The reason why the girl was not afraid was precisely because she was no longer afraid of losing her life.

Human beings, or all life actually has the possibility of not being afraid of death. Some people face death calmly, some people commit suicide, and even some saints are remembered forever not only because of their books and words, but their fearless and calm attitude towards death makes humans worship them.

I admire people who face death calmly. Why, are people who face death calmly so worthy of admiration?

People are curious about what kind of outlook on life people who do not take death seriously have?

Rather than saying that people fear death, it is better to say that they fear the misfortune that follows death like a shadow.

Death means everything becomes nothing, and “nothing” is something that people cannot yet imagine.

But since it is nothing, then the process of moving towards it must be reduction, so the journey to death is a painful journey of self-reduction, and life is a journey of fullness and dryness.

People may not be afraid of death, but as they slowly approach death, they will continue to lose things, such as a healthy body, the enjoyment of taste, a superior life, precious emotions, and even the loss of self-awareness. These things are the true essence of what makes people afraid.

That is "unfortunate".

So, a saint who is not afraid of even the process of dying, who can drink poison calmly, who can accept torture calmly, and who can remain calm in the face of so many ways of dying, what kind of heart, what kind of strength, and what kind of "enlightenment" he has.

In other words, people admire the attitude towards life that does not regard death as a misfortune - a life without misfortune is definitely not a painful life.

In other words, people actually worship happiness.

However, although people are afraid of "misfortune", the girl has already been ruthlessly ravaged by "misfortune". She has already accepted the misfortune that can tear her heart into pieces. External things can no longer move the girl. At this moment, she will no longer tremble for "misfortune", and she will not even tremble for this world anymore.

If something that exceeds the attraction of death and exists in reality is no longer there, then naturally one will not reject the call of death, and if one is not afraid of death, then naturally one will be indifferent to most things.

The kite in her sky has fallen.

Among all kinds of civilizations, there is a kind of civilization that has also appeared in people’s imaginations. It is a civilization that connects all people’s thoughts together. In such a civilization, there is no such thing as something that violates public morality. Therefore, it is also a world similar to a utopia.

This kind of thing does not exist in the advanced civilization of the Yabo people. They evolved from individuals and have not fully accepted the act of abandoning privacy, but their superior technology does make this form possible. The Yabo people once built a super-large cosmic slide in Xialong's mind. The slide itself is the high-speed flow of information. This kind of thing can also be done between two Yabo people.

Originally, it was impossible to connect with humans because their life forms were too different, but the girl had the seed of "fire", which made the impossible task of connecting the bodies possible.

Xia Long was doing this with the girl, and although the force was still very weak, Xia Long learned that the girl could fulfill her wish by being seduced, so he wanted to make a wish.

Xia Long has only had experience in hypnotizing others, but making someone speak out their mind is completely different from directly looking into someone's heart. In the case of the bird beast, he did have a plan to do it, but in the end, he was unable to really look into the girl's heart because the girl's will was not there at the time.

But this girl is different, her soul is undoubtedly here.

The girl said nothing when she saw Xia Long come in.

Although the soul is here, it has a ghostly feeling, as if it is floating above the earth.

In other words, her consciousness is gradually heading towards the mysterious and distant road of death. If Xia Long was not here today, then regardless of whether the girl would make a wish in the end, she would probably commit suicide.

"If you must make a wish, make it to me."

There seemed to be wind in the room, and the drawn curtains swayed slightly, but the windows were clearly closed. The space on the floor became hazy, as if virtual mist was rising. Even the image of the man in the girl's eyes swayed as if being blown, as if the man's existence was just a shadow, mist, outlined in irregular distortions by the flow of air.

It was midnight, and Ye was sleeping soundly. In this room where even the moonlight could not reach, a devilish deal was going on. The room seemed to be emitting a fluorescent purple glow, like a dream. The image of the man became increasingly blurred, becoming an abstract existence, but the vivid feeling became clearer in reality.

In the black and purple space, the girl's lips moved a few times, and a little light appeared in her lifeless pupils. She sincerely expressed her wish.

"Please, let me die."

The man hadn't changed at all, not even the air had changed at all. There was only cold mist flowing in the air like rippling water.

the man asked.

"Don't you want to take revenge on reality?"

Tears flowed down the girl's face, and the invisible fluctuations stimulated Xia Long to absorb the seeds absorbed by the darkness... No, it was the seeds of darkness that he absorbed. Most of the time, he became stronger in this way.

"So, you want to die?"

The girl nodded.

Xia Long didn't know whether to scold the girl for being useless or to obey her wishes, although he couldn't do either of these two methods.

Accepting the girl's wish means killing her.

There is the blood of aliens on Xia Long's hands. If we count the indirect sources, then perhaps there is a lot of ordinary people's blood on his hands in Seven's world, but these are completely different things from the death of the girl.

To put it bluntly, the blood of the aliens was the blood of justice, and the blood of the Seven world was the blood that was shed after he stopped Seven. But Xia Long believed that that blood had to be shed, and that both races had to shed it against their own will.

However, that is completely different from helping someone commit suicide. Although there may have been cases where killing someone was a merciful thing, that is definitely not the case now. If Xia Long helped the girl commit suicide, then he is a murderer.

Indeed, he didn't know what happened to the girl, and he shouldn't speculate about other people's suffering without knowing it, so he planned to find out what happened now.

"...get some sleep."

After a long time, Xia Long sighed and said this.

The girl's eyes flashed purple, and then her eyelids unconsciously fell down as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and finally closed unnaturally. When her body fell sideways, Xia Long's arm appeared where her head fell and helped her back to bed.

Then the barrier disappeared in an instant. Although it was not known whether this short period of time was enough for them to suspect, Xia Long immediately stood up and left in the blink of an eye.

......

The next day, the girl got up as usual because of her body's habit, and everything that happened last night seemed like a dream.

She sat on the boat in a daze, with no intention of packing herself or going to class.

The room was quiet, the floor was so clear, the drawn curtains were also quiet, the sunlight gathered under the curtains, the golden light was like a playful squirrel in a nest.

The girl touched her forehead as if in pain, then pulled back the quilt and got up.

She first put on her slippers, walked to the bathroom, washed herself carefully, brushed her teeth and washed her face, wiping her face clean, but without putting on any makeup.

She returned to the room, opened the closet, and her slender fingers touched one hanger and moved to the next, as if she was hesitating about what to wear.

She changed out of her underwear and put on a very ordinary everyday casual outfit instead of a school uniform. The top had buttons, and she buttoned them up one by one very carefully in front of the mirror until she was fully prepared and dressed neatly.

She came to the window, opened it, stepped barefoot on the windowsill, and jumped forward without hesitation, her movements smooth and integrated.

There was no hesitation in it.