Through the corridor of hateful or hateful faces, the night came to an end.

Two faces hang from the gate at the end.

One is Shelley Frankenstein, and the other is Night Dragon, which should be called the Mad Prince.

Two equally handsome faces, but without any resemblance, project two emotions in front of the night.

Shelley is eternal, as cold as ice and snow;

The mad prince is like a blazing flame, mad with a desire to destroy himself and everything.

The relationship between the two is like ice and fire, light and darkness, two extremes.

And in front of the night, these two extreme existences gradually became compatible.

Black and white weave into a gray air current, which is about to be swallowed into the night.

The monotonous and dead gray world, familiar tones, familiar feelings, is exactly the gray emotional template that Cangye has always remembered in my heart and loaded for the first time -

Despair!

Two extreme lives, at the moment of the end, are facing the same ending.

The threat of despair was a subtle, invisible rift in the seemingly formidable psychic barrier of the night.

It was this rift that gave the Slandans an opportunity.

In a trance, the night seemed to be back on the cold spaceship.

Outside the window is a never-ending dark landscape.

Boring, dead, long and monotonous, with no hope in sight!

That suffocating sense of despair erupted again.

In the next moment, the scene changed again.

The burning imperial city, the ruined empire, the sisters who pleaded under their butcher's knife, the hanged father and queen mother.

The scenery flies by like a horse's eye, and finally, it freezes on the central arena of the Roman Kingdom.

The wings of annihilation, the place where the eagle that spreads its wings but is powerless to return to the sky after all.

There is no hope, a sense of force that struggles but is futile.

A different kind of despair also gushed out from the cracks in the night's heart.

……

That's it!

The Slandans dug a small hole in the soil of the spiritual world.

With joy in its heart, it immediately spread out its palm, and a seed lay quietly in the smooth and dull palm.

This is the seed of fear.

As long as this seed is planted in the soil of the heart, the power of fear will be quickly injected into the heart, constantly provoking and amplifying.

The owner of the mind is affected, and the fear in the heart grows and spreads, providing the seed of fear with the nourishment that grows rapidly.

Root, sprout, fruit!

All the Slandans have to do is be patient.

However, the world is really monotonous!

In the boring process of waiting, the Slandians looked at the mental world of the night.

In the thousands of spiritual worlds that have been invaded, every intelligent creature with rich emotions has a spiritual world filled with various colors.

The joy of red, the hesitation of blue, the liveliness of yellow, the depression and profundity of black......

Everyone's spiritual world is the only pure land that is absolutely hidden and cannot be penetrated by others.

Only here will the owner take off layers of defense.

It's like a sand table, filled with all kinds of things, and the scene it forms reflects the emotions of the owner's true self.

However, the Slandans had never seen such a desolate landscape of pure whiteness.

It's the kind of world it's only seen in a newborn baby.

But the spiritual world that accompanies the birth of the newborn child will never be so vast, white represents purity and vitality, a constraining tone, but in this world, the Slandians will always feel only dead silence and oppression.

A person without emotion?

The idea suddenly sprung into his mind, but he was snuffed out by the Slandans.

Can a person without any emotion break through his mental barrier so easily with fear?

As soon as the idea came out, the Slandans panicked for no reason.

Right now—

In an instant, the world changed.

Before the Slandans could react, they were thrown into the sky.

The spiritual world suddenly shattered, and the sky and the earth turned upside down, like pieces of glass scattered around.

The next moment, the fragments gradually become dyed with vivid colors.

Red, Blue, Purple, Yellow, Green......

A new world is born.

Under the rainbow sky, a magnificent palace rises from the ground.

The strange and exotic scenery resembles the architectural style of the legendary distant fairy town, and every brick and tile seems to be made of gold and jade.

Resplendent without looking vulgar.

This is the Night, or the palace in the memory of the Mad Prince, what the human sense calls "home".

The Slandans were shocked by the change.

It is the pope, the emperor, the careerist and the like who build palaces in the spiritual world, and those who have a strong desire to conquer will decorate their spiritual world in this way.

However, most of the conqueror's palaces were more of gold and black than magnificent, and very few were mixed with other colors, and even fewer had rainbow-like color embellishments.

For some reason, looking at the rainbow shimmering sky, the bright colors did not give the Slandans any familiar sense of security.

The colors are so vibrant!

At the extreme, it resembles some deadly poisons, and the bright colors on their bodies are not for protection, but to warn other creatures not to try to get close to them.

Immediately afterward, the Slandans were dragged into the palace by a mysterious force.

Walk through a labyrinthine corridor and into a large hall decorated with dense masks.

Each mask depicts a different expression.

Doubt, tenderness, sadness, anger, gloom, hatred...... It's all different, it's not the same.

Slanda's heart sank.

The other party has regained control of the spiritual world, and being manipulated by himself is the best proof of this!

And now, it's too late for me to escape.

Unwillingly, it couldn't understand why a tough mind that could have resisted its own invasion would let it enter at will.

A door opened in front of the Slandans.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Bursts of footsteps sounded, and the figure of the night immediately appeared, and a terrifying light flashed in his eyes.

With a casual wave of his hand, countless transparent blades swept by, cutting the Slanda's body into tens of thousands of pieces, and the shadow energy escaped in the spiritual world.

There was another mask on the wall.

The gray haze expression is the mask that represents despair.

With the arrival of the night, each mask changes, and the face becomes exactly the same as the night, making various expressions such as laughter, crying, and anger.

Passing through the main hall, Nightnight entered a remote room.

Pure white, silent, hollow, the same hue as the previous world of the mind.

This is the true spiritual refuge of the night.

The outside world is gorgeous and colorful, but it is like a sand sculpture that can be washed away at any time, and everything is at the mercy of one's own will.

The so-called emotions are just a disguise used to confuse others, to disguise themselves as a real human being, to blend into human society.

But the real night is still the appearance of human beings, the soul of a different kind.

He is no longer shaken!

The mask represents every emotional template that the night loads.

There is a strange craftsman who controls a skill called [Dream Construction], which can shape the spiritual world of people, from the existence of nothingness into a weapon in the form of material.

If you can find this kind of craftsman, you can make all the masks in the main hall into your own mental armament, and you can sketch the desired expression at will with a single thought.

On the mask are all kinds of joys, sorrows and sorrows that are no different from ordinary people, but under the mask is always a face as cold and emotionless as ice and snow!

This is the night, an alien in human skin!