For the first time, Yuan Xiao felt the pain of purgatory so deeply.

It was as if he had entered the quagmire of infinite reincarnation, every minute and every second, every cell in his body was moaning and roaring in pain, and then transformed into miniature bombs, exploding in his body one by one, and every time he exploded, he could receive hundreds and thousands of times the pain, constantly impacting his brain, sobering up in one moment, and fainting in the next second.

Once, again, again.

At first, Yuan Xiao thought about it, or he would simply commit suicide, but then wave after wave of endless pain made him give up thinking directly, and his consciousness began to blur, and time, existence, and thoughts began to dim and shatter.

However, the original owl is not in hell, but in "Jiutian".

The cigarette butts under Kong Jianhui's feet had gathered into an exaggerated small tower, but the cigarette in his mouth was still rapidly burning his life, turning into dim ashes, and then falling to the ground and disappearing.

In front of him is a thickened bulletproof glass window, which is a bit inappropriate to say that it is bulletproof, because the bullets mentioned here include not only human firearms and ammunition, but also ordinary demon projectiles, as well as hellish weapons. Inside the glass, there are eight "Jiutian" medical staff wearing heavy white protective clothing, and the clothes on their bodies can only leave a mark from the strong acid knife to the fire and shooting, so the doctor-patient relationship of "Jiutian" has always been very good - no one can impress the medical staff is the most critical mystery.

At this time, everyone of these medical staff is out of breath and is about to collapse, which is a very rare situation. You must know that in "Jiutian", even if you are just an ordinary and most rubbish big-headed soldier, in the ordinary army, it is not to say that it is the top three in the big competition, in order to meet the standard of "taking off the protective clothing is a soldier", these medical personnel basically have no problem to be a soldier king, and the physical fitness standard is 20 kilometers of cross-country and playing.

So it's very abnormal for them to be so tired that they almost stick out their tongues.

It's just because, in the intensive care unit today, there is a character who can almost be judged to be dead and can't die again.

Naturally, it is the original owl.

Needless to say, there were terrible injuries to the body, severe head trauma, massive intracranial hemorrhage, multiple extensive injuries to internal organs, lumbar compression fractures, pelvic fractures, left upper femur fractures, lateral malleolar fractures, and ...... These are just some of them, and there is one word that can be very aptly used to describe the current body of the original owl - see you in the next life.

Basically, this level of injury is not much used when it comes to critical illness in the hospital, and the symbolic rescue can be arranged into cold storage for a while.

However, here is the "Heaven".

The biggest reason is that it is like a high-tech monster armed to the teeth, with the most terrifying and advanced technologies and technologies, many of which cannot be achieved by human beings no matter how they develop—yes, these technologies come from hell. Although the overall technological level of Hell is not very developed (this information is from the Eternal Purgatory in the Library at the End), there are many strange branches of the tech tree due to the different laws of space that they rely on...... For example, there are very few decent firearms in Hell, most of them are in the hands of the Demon Monarch as collectibles or weapons of great destruction, it can be said that most of the area is in the era of cold weapons, but at the same time, they have mastered the construction method of cross-regional quantum space portals......

Of course, the laws of space on Earth don't allow us to steal and use too many perverted hell technologies, but some ordinary technological power is certainly not a problem. For example, the "Jiutian" medical staff who are in charge of the operation, the red scalpel in his hand is the hell technology "blood worm", this scalpel can absorb enough life energy in advance, and promote the healing of the flesh at any time during the operation according to the operator's wishes, and directly devour harmful bacteria to prevent inflammation, it can be said that this knife is enough to bring many people back to life, not to mention the strange bottles and cans on the wall behind them, all of which are mixed drugs with powerful potency.

However, everything has no effect on the original owl.

This person is like being abandoned by all the cells and organs, the cells are lining up to die, the organs are scrambling to strike, and the self-healing ability is basically equal to zero, and the immunity is completely lost, and a medical staff is really about to collapse, shouting: "God, this is God wants him to die, how can we save it?!"

"Shut up! His heart is still beating! His breathing hasn't stopped yet! Give up the treatment now, and our 'Jiutian' medical team won't be laughed at in the future! Give me a heart booster!" shouted an old man who was obviously old through a thick protective suit.

"Lao Tzu still doesn't believe it! You have to live today! You have to live if you don't live!" the old man roared angrily and inserted the thirteenth heart booster into Yuan Xiao's body, and then continued to operate steadily like a mountain.

Yuan Xiao felt that his pain was about to disappear, but suddenly his heart hurt, and it started again.

I don't know how long later, in the endless void of pain, a voice suddenly came.

"Your willpower is so strong, so strong that it makes me doubt my own judgment about whether you are human or not. ”

"Moreover, you are also the first guy I know to run out of 'Demon Presence' and still not be wiped out. ”

"Perhaps, this is fate, I have waited for ten thousand years, and the purple sun finally recognized my perseverance, and sent you, a perfect body and willpower comparable to the gods, to my side. ”

"I'm sure, I won't miss it, hehehe. ”

"Before that, let me, a little help you. ”

"Drip, drip, drip, !!!drip,

"Damn, good boy!!!I knew you could live!!Give me medicine!! hurry up,!!" The old man's eyes burst into a scorching light, and he roared and sped up the operation again!

Kong Jianhui, who was outside the bulletproof glass, hadn't slept for three days, so he stood here silently smoking, silently staring at the motionless Yuan Xiao lying on the bed. The moment he saw the fluctuation of the electrocardiograph, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, dropped the inferior cigarette that he had only half smoked, and left the intensive care unit with heroic steps.

Two weeks later.

Today is the day when the original owl dismantles the bandage.

All the medical staff who rescued him that day were present, and a team of elite members of the "Lie" group also came, looking at the original owl wrapped in zongzi with a blank face.

All have mixed feelings.

Because, the original owl who has removed the bandage will be sent to the local people's court for trial.

What awaits him is basically an ending - the death penalty.

The old man in the group of medical staff had the most complicated expressions, some annoyed, some sad, and some relieved.

He stepped forward slowly and began to carefully remove the bandages from the original owl.

"Thank you. When all the bandages were removed, revealing the pale skin of the original owl, and there were basically no traces of scars on it, he stood by the bed and bowed to everyone seriously.

Although death is not terrible, this group of people who do their best to keep him alive deserve all his respect.

"In the next life, be a good baby, don't you hear? The old man patted him on the shoulder, said no more, stood up, and left with his body bent.

When Yuan Xiao was handcuffed by the "Lie" group, he also looked around, but he didn't see that unforgettable figure again.

That one is in front of you,

Like the figure of the god of war.