Wordsworth had a dream about something very long ago. He had the father of a bricklayer and the mother of a washwoman. From birth, he was destined to serve the LORD all his life like his parents, so from the age of four, he went to the hound house to take care of the animals there.


    I still remember that one year, the LORD was besieged in the castle by the enemy. Eight months later, the cold winter wind came as scheduled with uncontrollable hunger. Despite several attempts to break through, and despite the dispatch of several waves of messengers, it seems impossible to break through. The Lord who besieged outside knew that he had the chance to win, waiting for the people in the city to starve, and then he could take over the land.


    There was no food left, and the falling snow became the only moving thing in the wall. Wadsworth was curled up in his parents'' arms, with a faint body temperature behind him, and the snow was pouring out of the window. He felt that he was going to freeze to death and starve to death. For the first time, the threat of death was so clear in his mind.


    "Hey, wake up, it''s not good to sleep!"


    Wordsworth opened his eyes and looked at the face not far away. He was in no mood to say anything. He was still trapped in the terrible cold, and his strength was constantly taken away by the cold. Raised his hand, ruddy smooth skin has disappeared, leaving only the old wrinkled skin hanging frost. I believe my appearance is getting old, wrinkles and age spots must be all over my head.


    "How do you feel, Wordsworth? Have you calmed down? "


    "I still want to crush you. How did I get to know No, you came to me. I''m in bad luck. " Wordsworth spat blood on the ground and turned to ice before he landed. "What''s good for you when I die? Don''t you want to know my knowledge? "


    "In fact, I understand that tree evasion, soul tearing, fusion and assimilation are nothing more than these things." Zhao Mei shook his head: "no, Wordsworth, I''m not interested in what I was like before I became you. Arrogant to lose self, greedy and uncontrollable


    "You''re right." Wordsworth''s teeth were cold, his knees were clenched, and he said, "I just dreamt about the feeling of death. I miss it so much How many years have there been no fear and awe of death since I merged with mangrove? It seems that I haven''t had a dream for many years. Thank you, Mike. At least in my dream, I met my parents again and felt the warmth of their bodies. "


    "The dream of death Parents Your parents? "


    "Oh, they have already passed away, no disease, no disaster, just the end of life, I take care of them until the end." Wordsworth said with a nostalgic expression: "I remember that my mother blamed me for not having married and had children before she died. She worried that I would be lonely. It was at that time that I began to have the idea of separation, and then there was the accident of tree escape. "


    "Do you remember?"


    "In fact, it has recovered long ago. I just don''t want to tell you." Wordsworth shook his head and said, "stop this damned cold wind. I''ve calmed down. If I don''t turn it off, I''ll freeze to death. "


    "Oh, I think so, too." Zhao Mai breathed a sigh of relief, and the power of the ice stopped immediately. It''s going to take a while for the temperature to rise, but Wordsworth immediately feels a lot more relaxed. He looked at the chain on his wrist, which had been frozen into iron knots, but still tightly bound him.


    Zhao Mai opened his hand to Wordsworth, closed his eyes and felt it carefully. "Your soul is still very strong, always exuding influence on others. However, the natural force of your body has been restored, which is slightly higher than the surrounding environment. It can be regarded as the normal level of Druids. " With a tug of his left hand, the shackles of the war broke away from the ice, released from Wordsworth''s wrist, and returned to Zhao Mai''s hand. "I suggest that you keep your current state for a while, find the fulcrum of your past life from your memory, and then consider the matter of restoring the level of the natural force."


    "You''ve untied the shackles of war. Don''t you worry that I can''t find it now?"


    "I told you that I''m not very interested in your knowledge. If you want to say so, I can refer to it at most. I will never go back to your wrong way." Zhao Mai shrugged his shoulders: "before, I used the way of fusion to make you look like that. Naturally, I have to treat and recover you responsibly. Now that you''ve almost recovered, if you run away, I won''t look for you everywhere - that''s not my responsibility. "


    Wordsworth nodded: "fair enough, I believe you. Now I''m all ears. How did the powerful natural force make me abnormal, Mr. doctor


    "I have a theory about immortality." Zhao Mai told Wordsworth: "you and I are all human beings. We are born under the restriction of death. Whether we want to think about this problem or not, the length of life also affects our way of thinking all the time. If suddenly one day, life expectancy is no longer a problem, people don''t know how to think. Ass decides the head, no longer dead, but big events, people''s way of thinking and thinking mode can not change so fast. So whether it''s becoming a lich, becoming an element, becoming a tree or drinking the elixir of immortality, it will affect people''s thinking and gradually drive people crazy. Maybe it''s not crazy. It''s just that if you can''t follow the past life philosophy, you will fall into contradiction. ""This It''s really a contradiction. " Wordsworth nodded with approval: "you''re right. I haven''t felt the threat of death for a long time. To a large extent, I don''t care about time or myself, so it doesn''t matter if I''m willing to sleep under the ground. If my biggest part is not captured, I won''t wake up at all. But now that they are immortal, what should we do? I think this process is irreversible. "


    "Since all immortality can lead to madness, madness leads to the loss of self, and the loss of self is not death?" Zhao Mai said with a smile: "so, I think immortality just postpones death. Sooner or later, it will come to that point. I don''t know which day I will be crazy, just as I don''t know which day I will die. To keep such an idea can replace death''s position in the mode of thinking and keep normal after immortality. "


    "It''s a sophistry..." Wordsworth thought for a moment, then suddenly he looked up and laughed. He kept laughing, laughing with a sense of self mockery.


    "You just keep yourself? Isn''t it any different from the previous change? "


    "Of course, I have to keep looking for things to keep myself busy, to keep improving and interested, because I''m more scared than ever." Zhao Mai said: "I shudder to think that if I go crazy one day, how hard I will be to kill and deal with."


    All of a sudden, Wordsworth also had a cold war and seemed to recall the terrible thing that had just happened.