The scream seemed to puncture a person's eardrum.

It seemed to go straight to the depths of his heart, and Song Jing's brain was in pain.

It's more like a scream coming from a far away, as if a long time has passed.

The scene in front of him suddenly swirled, as if the space was distorted, and at that moment, Di Nanchao suddenly pulled towards Song Jing, but unfortunately it was still a step too late after all.

She felt a suffocation again, as if she had been pressed into a familiar place.

Song Jing scolded her mother in her heart, and the feeling of suffocation quickly disappeared, replaced by an indescribable panic and despair.

It's hard for her to describe the feeling, as if it doesn't come from herself, but from someone else's emotions.

"Mother......

She opened her mouth, and her voice was as graceful as a yellow warbler, full of familiarity.

This is Xiao Zhao's voice.

It shouldn't have been her.

Song Jing seems to live in this body, she can understand and feel all the emotions of this body, and even can control it, but she has half of the uncontrollable feelings.

This......

"Mother, mother......"

Her mouth kept making such sounds, and even gradually cried.

She felt someone around her, her heart beating like a drum, accompanied by extreme panic and fear, and even began to scratch the plank on it.

It's a coffin, right?

Song Jing reacted instantly, and she even roughly knew whose reaction she was bringing in.

It's Xiao Zhao.

Gradually, she calmed down, no longer struggling, but letting the body move.

She saw herself clutching the coffin over and over again, shouting her mother over and over again, her voice was terrible and desperate, and she could even feel her breathing getting weaker and weaker, as if the air was getting thinner and thinner, she couldn't breathe, and her throat began to suffocate.

"Thorn ...... Thorn ......"

The nails scratched on the coffin board, the five fingers connected to the heart, the pain was heart-wrenching, and the sharp sound could pierce people's eardrums, and it could also make people feel how desperate the person who scratched the coffin was.

His face seemed to be a little wet, and the droplets of water fell down his cheeks one by one.

Song Jing's heart ached suddenly, and she seemed to be able to think from the perspective of a bystander.

Was this Xiao Zhao's situation at that time?

Xiao Zhao...... He died of suffocation, but isn't this the world of UCT?

What is the significance of this story, Song Jing is not clear, it is unknown what the purpose of UCT presenting all this, UCT only exists to kill people.

The point is that her breathing is really getting shorter and shorter, she seems to be about to suffocate, Song Jing has to start struggling, she has to get out of that feeling, otherwise she doesn't suspect that she is going to hang here.

"Bang", a dazzling light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, Song Jing got the instinct to breathe for a moment, she gasped suddenly, and then she opened her eyes and saw the Emperor Nanchao who suddenly appeared next to the coffin.

She was a little stunned, there were still a few team members standing beside Di Nanchao.

The man stood, condescending, but a hint of surprise flashed in his gray glass eyes, he saw Song Jing wearing a red wedding dress, at this time she was full of tears, but there was no sadness in her eyes.

Xiang Kui was a little surprised: "Is it really inside?"

Song Jing wanted to straighten up, but Di Nanchao suddenly whispered on her back and helped her, asking, "Do you feel Xiao Zhao's emotions?"

Song Jing immediately nodded: "Yes, it should be her emotion." ”

She wiped the corners of her eyes, tears could not be faked, she herself would never cry.

Xiang Yang also looked at Di Nanchao with some confusion: "Captain, shouldn't this be?"

Di Nanchao lowered his eyes, and his tone was indifferent but affirmative: "We have made a major discovery, the world of UCT is not formed for no reason. ”