Chapter 1887 Door

This is a very classic question.

Also a question with no right answer.

Everyone will make different choices based on their own experiences and ideas.

At least, Meng Chao asked himself, no matter what the circumstances, when he saw Lu Siya, who had not done anything wrong, was about to be engulfed by surging spiritual flames, it was impossible for him to die.

No, not just Lusya, but anyone, anyone who has not made a mistake and has not sinned to death, he will do his best to save.

But is that really the case?

I remember that when he just got the memory of the doomsday, the class monitor in high school "Zuo Haoran" provoked him, but he beat him to the bone with a heavy hand, which greatly affected his performance in the college entrance examination, and most likely cut off his path to advancement.

Of course, half of this matter is Zuo Haoran\'s own fault.

The other half of the reason is that Meng Chao saw in the doomsday memory that Zuo Haoran, a few years later, betrayed the Dragon City civilization and became a lackey of the Holy Light camp.

Therefore, he had to "nip in the bud."

The question is, what he saw in the memory of the doomsday must be correct, must have happened, or has it even happened once?

Obviously, not so.

The future holds infinite possibilities.

In some possibilities, Meng Chao is the hope to save civilization, the general who commands Dragon City, and the black hero who is half human and half beast but still stubbornly resists.

But in another possibility, Meng Chao also ruled the entire foreign world as the high priest of the Holy Light Temple.

If based on the logic of "preventing problems before they happen", it is necessary to use heavy methods to destroy Zuo Haoran\'s future and prevent him from betraying Longcheng.

So, Meng Chao should be the first to be destroyed, isn\'t he himself?

If we say that neither Zuo Haoran\'s betrayal nor Meng Chao himself becoming a monster or the high priest of the Holy Light Temple are not facts and inevitability, but just "possibility".

Does Meng Chao or anyone have the right and reason to judge someone or something in the present with the possibility of the future?

In ancient history, there was a well-known crime of desire, called "will".

That is to say, "Although I haven\'t done it yet, I don\'t necessarily want to do it in my heart".

However, if such a bastard\'s charge can be established, everyone of the tens of millions of citizens in Dragon City will be guilty—who hasn\'t thought of breaking the bottom line of law and morality when they are destitute or angry? What about lawlessness?

"I, did I do something wrong?

"Am I qualified to cut off Zuo Haoran\'s future just because of some mottled fragments of light and shadow that emerged in my mind?

"Who can guarantee that the doomsday memory I saw must be correct and will definitely happen?

"Who can guarantee that the contribution value system must be a kind existence, not a sinister and cunning malicious existence, stuffed into my mind?

"Who can guarantee that the so-called doomsday destruction is not a complete hoax?"

Meng Chao had a splitting headache.

Now, after a long absence, he can clearly feel the existence of the contribution system and even the tinder.

The contribution point system is like a mass of rusty but extremely sharp iron wire inlaid with blades, which surfaced from the depths of his brain, scraping every sulcus and even every brain cell of his brain fiercely, making him He gave birth to a piercing, trembling, uncontrollable pain.

He danced like a drowning person in a swamp, trying to stretch his neck, his cervical vertebrae cracked, he just wanted to stretch his head into the fresh air and get a chance to breathe.

The image of the doomsday flames lingering in his mind became clearer and more depressing.

Those are countless Longcheng people.

Countless black people from Longcheng, covered in scorched shells and exuding a smell, were being burned by the flames of doomsday.

Their eyeballs had already melted, turning into things that looked like magma and blood tears, flowing out of the empty eye sockets, all the way to their chests, and down to their feet.

They all stretched out their curled, broken and mushy hands towards Meng Chao, and uttered a mournful cry:

"Save me, save me, save us!"

Meng Chao was completely overwhelmed by this picture.

Before his eyes, there were flaming and frantically dancing ghosts.

The question I was thinking about just now, and even the "mummy" Lei Zongchao who was close at hand, were tightly entangled by the flames of doomsday, wrapped tightly, and dragged to the corner of the brain called "Blind Thinking Zone".

Every time Meng Chao took a breath, he would inhale an extremely strong sulfur breath that seemed to come from hell.

Every struggle of Meng Chao would cause his brain to burst and his soul to burn in extreme pain.

Meng Chao\'s surroundings, and even the ground on which he was standing, turned into an iron wall made up of black, charred corpses entwined tightly at some point.

From the deformed and twisted walls of scorched corpses, countless hands stretched out, countless pairs of black, **** hands with peeling nails, twisted knuckles, no flesh and blood, only phalanges left, trying to grab him, like Grab the last straw.

In the middle of countless hands, countless mouths opened:

"Save me, save me, save us!"

Meng Chao couldn\'t hesitate.

He felt that as long as he hesitated for a moment, he would be dragged into the burning doom by these hands and mouths, and stay there forever.

There is only one way to go.

The only place in front of him where the charred corpses were a little sparse and he could barely breathe was the path guided by the scarlet afterimage of "God of War" Lei Zongchao.

Driven by his survival instinct, Meng Chao subconsciously followed the scarlet afterimage, pushed aside the burning corpses in all directions, and made his way to the depths of the ancient palace with difficulty.

The "mummy" Lei Zongchao was left behind by him step by step and left in the endless darkness.

Then, Meng Chao saw the "door".

It\'s so strange, he obviously only walked for a short time, a minute or two at most, seventy or eighty steps.

The surrounding flames, corpses, ruins, and the apocalypse itself all "naturally" disappeared, as if they had never been there.

The surrounding scene has become completely different from before.

No more endless giant columns.

There are no more clues, just like the black mist with dancing tentacles.

There is only one huge and bright star-like, burning, hissing ball of light floating in the palace.

Meng Chao didn\'t know how big the diameter of this ball of light was.

I only know that my field of vision is 95% filled by this light sphere.

The palace of the ancients was originally considered magnificent, even if a whole formation of armored airships were put in, it would be as insignificant as putting a few toy ships in a bathtub.

However, this indomitable ball of light made even the majestic palaces of the ancients feel somewhat "crowded".

For no reason, Meng Chao immediately realized that this ball of light was the "door".