Seeing Han Ming's relaxed appearance, Mr. Zhazha didn't know why, but he became much more peaceful in his heart.
He knew better than anyone else Han Ming’s desire for Shuizhilanjinghua.
That was the only way for Han Ming to improve his strength and save the people in the heavenly realm.
Since this kid is at ease, it means he must have his own reasons.
I don’t know when it started, but Mr. Zhazha had already trusted Han Ming by 12%.
He believed in every choice Han Ming made.
Because he believes that those who are unwavering in their hearts should have the capital and reason for him to live to this day.
Because such people will never retreat when facing difficulties.
Since he has survived this situation, it means that he has his own unique abilities and judgment skills.
When the three of them opened more than a thousand doors backwards, the door that appeared in front of them was still the one.
Endless door.
Now Mr. Zhazha and the boy finally panicked.
I also realized that things seemed to be bad.
Everything here is not under their control and can only be forced to accept everything.
This feeling is very bad!!
It makes people feel insecure.
Especially the boy, his temper had begun to become irritable.
"Damn it!! I must not be trapped here! I have something I must do!!
What a shitty place!!! I ruined you!!”
The boy began to go crazy and threw magic skills out randomly.
In this small room, there was a bombardment.
Han Ming and Mr. Zhazha retreated to a corner of the room and looked at the boy speechlessly and went crazy.
"Don't you stop him? This won't work.
He will soon lose his mind.”
Mr. Zhazha looked at the boy's appearance and said uneasy.
Han Ming smiled and shook his head: "Let him go. We can't interfere in this kind of thing.
His mind is already in chaos and he can only find it back by himself."
After the boy vented his luck, he saw that the room was still as solid as before.
When even a small piece of gravel was not knocked out, he sat on the ground in a decadent manner.
“Impossible…This is impossible.
I am a strong man in the fifth level of seventh stage. How could there be something that can withstand such an attack from me without any damage?"
The boy's decadence is very obvious, and anyone can see it.
"What should we do? Next, should we move forward or backward?"
Mr. Zhazha asked.
Before Han Ming answered this time, the boy laughed: "It's useless.
it's useless……
Advance and backward are the same result.
We were plotted against by the owner here.
We are trapped here, can't get out, can't get out..."
Han Ming looked at the boy like this and smiled softly, stopping talking.
In this way, the three of them had been in a stalemate in this room for several days.
The boy suddenly jumped up like crazy.
"Go forward!!! Let's move forward!! Can't waste this way!"
Han Ming nodded with a smile: "Then move forward."
This advance was an extremely long process.
No one knows how long he has been away in total, maybe one year, maybe two years, or five years.
Because there is no change in the intensity of light here, and there is nothing that can provide people with time query.
Of course, the most important thing is that no one is in the mood to calculate how long it has been.
Their hearts have gradually sunk to the bottom of the valley with one door after another.
Not only a young man, but also Mr. Zhazha gradually couldn't bear it in such an environment.
This kind of torture is really unbearable for ordinary people.
People are not afraid of danger or obstacles, but they are afraid of not knowing what they are facing.
I am just afraid of wasting my light and ending my life in this endless cycle.
These three people went in and out several times, and I don’t know how long it took.
Slowly, no one wants to move.
The boy had no idea.
Han Ming has always followed the opinions of the other two people.
They say they go forward and they go forward. They say they go back, they go back.
During this period, Mr. Zhazha and the boy had several disagreements.
He even almost fought.
After experiencing internal conflicts caused by a series of external reasons.
Moving forward or retreating is becoming less and less important.
All three of them were immersed in a kind of despair and could not extricate themselves.
It seemed like a swamp made of mud, swallowing the three of them.
The more you struggle, the deeper you fall.
The more desperate you are, the more desperate you become.
When various unfavorable factors come together, people's mind begins to collapse.
The boy was the first to endure this torture and chose an escaped way to treat it.
Mr. Zhazha leaned weakly against the wall, staring at the boy lying on the ground.
“Boy Han…
He has been sleeping for almost a month."
Han Ming leaned against the wall, nodded slightly, and a hint of tiredness appeared on his face.
"Are we willing to be trapped here?"
Han Mingqiang laughed: "What are you doing?
You both tried everything you could before.
You even forced the sixth level of awakening power to use, but you still can't break the situation here."
Time flies, and time passes.
In a blink of an eye, nearly a hundred years passed by.
The boy sleeps more and more frequently, and he seems to no longer want to pay attention to this helpless world.
He chose to escape, hoping to rely on sleep to numb his despair and perception.
Or maybe he has always regarded all this as a nightmare.
Before going to bed, I look forward to seeing different results when I wake up.
But waking up again and again brought him despair again and again.
The three of them were talking less and less, and no one was willing to say one more thing.
At the beginning, Mr. Zhazha would occasionally talk to Han Ming.
Later, I just sat cross-legged and kept muttering the declaration of the Holy Knights.
Over and over again, over and over again...
Constant repetition, continuous cycle.
It seems that the small door here will never be opened and will never be able to get out.
Han Ming leaned against the wall and watched the performance of the two men, saying in his heart that if you want to leave here, you mainly have to look at these two guys.
I hope they can wake up early.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe another hundred years...
Han Ming leaned against the corner of the wall and hummed the songs from his hometown gently.
The young man turned around with a unkempt face and stared at Han Ming with his eyes fixed on him.
"What are you singing? It sounds very nice..."
Han Ming smiled slightly: "Song of my hometown.
Why, you are finally willing to speak?"
The boy sighed slightly: "I have been thinking about it all this time.
I also kept looking back at the past, what did I do in the first half of my life.
Obviously it was a huge mistake to come here.
But sometimes, I even have a contradictory idea strangely.
I even thought that maybe coming to this place and being trapped here is a good thing.
Because since I was born, I have been practicing and fighting in the north and south.
Never stopped, nor have you ever thought about your life.
Such an opportunity is rare."
Han Ming smiled and asked, "If you are given a chance to choose again.
Will you be here again?"
The boy hesitated and shook his head slightly: "No..."
Han Ming nodded with a smile and said to himself, you will know one day.
After about a few years of silence, the three of them passed through a period of silence.
Changes began to gradually take place.
When a person is trapped in a place for a long time and completely loses the motivation to get out.
I will start to find the courage to continue, or the motivation to survive.
Long-term silence is very terrible, he can destroy everything in a person, including faith and will.
Han Ming asked the last question for the second time: "If there is a chance to make a new choice, will you choose to come here?"
This time, a confused god appeared in the boy's eyes: "No...maybe...I don't know."
Mr. Zhazha also thought for a while: "Rationally speaking, I will never come."
Han Ming smiled and said, "Okay, it's time for you to judge the problem rationally."
It's not simple, it seems that you haven't been stuck here for long enough."
"What does it mean?" Mr. Zhazha asked blankly.
Han Ming smiled and shook his head: "It's not interesting, I just feel it."
I don’t know how long it took, but the boy asked Han Ming: “What is life?
Why do we live for?"
Han Ming smiled and said, "Why did you suddenly think of asking this question?"
The boy shook his head slightly: "I don't know.
It's just random thoughts. During this period, I've been indulged in a long time.
I will constantly recall the past and many things that I couldn’t understand and see through before.
All have new understandings.
It seems that many things that could have made me angry gradually faded.
Maybe now I will face those things that I once could not bear, but instead smile indifferently."
Han Ming nodded: "Then is there anything in your heart that can make you persist without hesitation?"
The boy shook his head confused: "I don't know..."
Mr. Zhazha spoke at this time: “My faith!
I have honor and faith in my heart, even if I have swords and seas of fire, I will never refuse.
I have deviated from my faith, but the God of Light has never abandoned the past for a moment.
I have confessed and blamed myself, but in the end I found that confession and blame were not my way back.
The only thing I can repay the God of Light is my faith! and move forward!!”
Han Ming patted Mr. Zhazha on the shoulder with a smile.
He looked at the boy again: "Can I ask, are you so persistent about Water Blue Jinghua?"
The boy hesitated for a while but did not speak.
Han Ming smiled and said, "I won't force you."
But now the three of us are in the same boat, and we are likely to spend the rest of our lives together.
One day, you might tell me that I'm waiting for that day to come."