Birch Xiao woke up, awakened in the darkness.

"Who am I?" he shook his head, his mind clear, but he forgot his name.

He tried to move, but found that something seemed to be entangled in him.

A beam of light crept down directly above, illuminating Hua Lixiao and a small area around him.

He finally saw himself clearly.

Strands of gold poked out of the darkness of nothingness, wrapped around him, bound him, and strangled his skin a little red.

"What the hell is this, why am I, and why am I here?"

His feet did not touch the ground, and he was overturned by thousands of gold wires.

Suddenly, the gold thread moved, and then slowly pulled outward·····

"Ahh

The gold wire is extremely thin and very tough, like a sharp edge.

The golden threads were still pulling outward, and there seemed to be someone controlling them in an orderly manner in the invisible darkness, and the speed at which they pulled outward was so slow that the naked eye could not even detect their movements, but Hua Lixiao's limbs felt the heart-rending pain.

Those golden threads are literally going to kill him!

On the skin, drops of crimson blood spilled out, dyeing the gold threads into a blood-red color.

Hua Lixiao gritted his teeth, trembling slightly, the pain all over his body made him extremely conscious, and then he accepted this extremely painful torture under the extremely sober will.

It's like killing him!

He gasped for air, sweat pouring from his forehead and all over his limbs, mixing with blood and dripping.

He couldn't hear the crisp sound of blood droplets falling on the ground, they were more like falling into an abyss, a bottomless abyss.

And himself, who was overhead by the golden silk above this bottomless abyss, went up and down the yellow spring. *

He really wanted to shout loudly, but a very clear intuition told him: useless, useless, here, only yourself.

The gold thread became tighter and tighter, as if it had penetrated into the flesh and blood.

A tarsal pain beat at his heart over and over again, unstoppable, like the tide of the sea, and he cried out in pain, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Thousands of pains that had been soaked into the flesh by the golden threads were superimposed, and they were already beyond the limit of what one person could bear.

However, it is not enough, the golden wire is still going deeper.

"Ahhh

"Do you want to die? I can fulfill you. An indifferent voice came from where the white light fell.

In an instant, all the pain disappeared like the wind, and the sharp pain in Hua Lixiao's body seemed to be left in the past.

However, the blood was still flowing, the tears were still flowing, the sweat was still flowing, his face was unrecognizable, blood and tears were everywhere, and he lost the feeling of being out of breath.

He couldn't feel his body anymore, as if only his soul belonged to him.

"Why, this is happening?" said Hua Lixiao lightly.

"If you want to die, I can fulfill you. Again, the same word, still the same voice, coming from above, like the will of God.

Hua Lixiao lost his pain, but once he recalled what had just happened, he was still awe-inspiring, and the pain of being consumed by thousands of gold threads in his flesh, he really, really didn't want to feel it a second time.

But the only way out of this suffering is to die.

I don't know which sage once said: "There are many sufferings in the world that are more terrible than death, and when your value comes to an end, death is a wise choice." ”

Who said no, he didn't even know who he was now, he forgot everything, was bound by thousands of golden threads, endured unbearable pain for ordinary people, and was more desperate than death.

I don't know who I am in life, and what is the difference between death and death?

Huali Xiao smiled, that sage, he is really a devil.

The pain, the pain made him sober, even if he couldn't recall everything, but in the pain that had just lasted, he seemed to recall something, pieces of fragments, not enough to piece together his memory.

Thinking of this, Hua Lixiao was relieved, and his bleak smile was like a mockery of the light.

"Come on, the pain awakens me. ”

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In the present world, Bai Peony and Bingxian waited calmly, only to see that one of the flowers of the third world was surrounded by countless illusory golden wires, and the golden wires slowly restrained the flower buds, as if they were going to turn the flower buds into a golden cocoon.

"The Golden Silk Tribulation, the Physical Tribulation, the bearer will be bound by tens of thousands of golden threads, each golden thread is like a knife, they will slowly penetrate into the skin of the bearer over time, making him feel the pain of a thousand knives, once the bearer succumbs to death or faints in the process, he will be judged a failure, thus depriving him of the right to live. ”

"Then, in this life, the time it takes is—" Bai Shao asked.

"The lifespan of a normal mortal, a hundred years. Bingxian replied indifferently.

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Time flows in this space much faster than in the present world, and in the snap of a finger in the present world, several hours have passed here.

Hua Lixiao's flesh and blood were completely penetrated by gold wires, and on the surface of his body, only blood-colored "threads" could be seen, but no gold wires could be seen.

The golden threads had already begun to grind against his bones, and he felt the collision of the gold filaments in his body against the white bones.

The pain still eroded him over and over again like a storm, devouring his sanity and making him want to go crazy all the time.

The blood was all dry, and the last drop of blood oozed from his heart, dripping, red as a snake fruit.

His head hung down, and he felt a strange solace from the depths of his heart while he was in pain, and fragments of broken memories came out of nowhere, constantly appearing in his mind: it was a verdant bamboo forest, it was a scarred tree that refused to lose its leaves······

"No, it's not enough, I want to know more!" he growled.

Suddenly, the golden thread jerked, and the bones around his body were violently severed!

"Ahhh

The pupils of his eyes gradually flipped and turned a pale white, merging with the whites of his eyes.

He shouldn't have had any more blood, but drop after drop of blood slipped from the corners of his eyes, across his brittle chest, and across his feeble legs.

For a moment, he really wanted to shout: "Die, please let me die, I'm tired of fruitless struggles!"

However, his throat was hoarse, he lost his voice, and it was no longer possible to call out loud, and he could only moan desperately in the lonely night, like a cat that had been discarded.

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Ten days have passed, and Hua Lixiao has been bound to the golden wire, and it has been ten full days, and in these ten days, he has dried up blood and tears, and the wound cut by the golden wire has opened and healed, like a stubborn blood beast.

"I, never, never, will never admit defeat······" Hua Lixiao was overturned by the golden wire, his head was lowered, and he said grogily.

It was an endless torture that ended as if it were a period of death.

He was already a little numb, he gradually lost feeling the pain, gave up the struggle, and was about to die.

His only obsession is to remember everything that belongs to him, his background, his name, his relatives, his experience, he wants to know a lot.

However, the present world has given him very little, and in these long ten days, he can think of very little, like an inconspicuous grain of sand in the sea of sand.

"Why, I just want to know, who I am. He lowered his head and muttered, "Won't you even give me this opportunity?"

"Feel your pain. An indifferent voice came again from the pale light above.

Feelings, my, pain?

Hua Lixiao thought about it, in the past ten days, he had slowly adapted to the severe pain, and he had become numb to the pain.

Yes, no matter how painful the wound is, it will heal, there is nothing that time cannot heal, if there is, it should be "years", right?

Yourself, already, numb, doesn't it hurt anymore?

Hua Lixiao seems to understand something······

Pieces of "time", accompanied by severe pain, were unusually clear in his mind, it was late autumn, a baby was born in a family's house, and the sound of the wind like a flute······

It turns out that pain is the key to awakening memory.

On the flower of the third world, wisps of gold began to quietly break·····

And in the illusion, Hua Lixiao is experiencing almost terrifying physical torture all the time, that kind of pain can kill people!

However, Hua Lixiao just squinted his eyes quietly, no longer crying wolf, he was more like experiencing something...

Pain is inevitable, compared to the numbness to pain before, the pain now is more unforgettable than ever, it seems to have substance, deeply imprinted in his heart, indelible.

He was experiencing, and all the blood and tears he had hidden in a place that no one could touch.

One year, two years, three years, ten years·····

There is no spring and autumn return of lonely geese, no circle of annual rings, no growth and fall of flowers and leaves, only boundless darkness and a beam of white light scattered overhead.

With him, there is only pain, and there is a slow awakening, memory.

His face has never changed, it is still the same childlike face, and the eyebrows are resolute.

He remembered a lot, his parents, his youth, the stone lion in front of the compound, the gold medal plaque, the green bricks and tiles on the courtyard wall, and the grass and trees in the courtyard, the flute that belonged to his mother and the horse that belonged to his father, and the one who was stubborn and refused to drop a leaf, "leaving the birch tree" no matter the spring and autumn, summer and winter.

However, the only thing he didn't remember was his own name.

He remembered sixteen years, and he remembered everything he had done from birth to death, except for his own name.

Why, the picture of memory is so clear, the parents' mouths are moving, when they are about to call his name, the world of memory is quiet, he hears his mother's murmur in the wind, the neighing of horses, but when someone calls his name, everything around him loses its sound, he can't hear the roar of the wind, the murmur of his mother, the neighing of horses, the world is silent.

In the endless darkness, Hua Li Xiao smiled, and his smile was a little desolate, like a flute.

For the rest of the year, he began to reminisce over and over again, with heart-rending pain, persistently recalling, once, twice, but no matter what, he could no longer remember what he was called.

"Ridiculous, ridiculous. I don't know how many years later, Hua Lixiao roared with some grief and indignation, and tears flowed silently through his thin cheeks.

His heart was changing, maturing, and the long torment had hardened him, but now, he was crying like a child.

·······

I don't know how many years have passed in a hurry, Hua Lixiao's heart has already cooled in the loneliness of the years, and the pain in his body has become numb again.

But he was still alive, and decades had passed, and his hair, long since he had fallen to his heels, was still so jet-black, scattered over his shoulders, and obscured his face.

He still has a breath, and I don't know how long he can hold on.

Just because he still has an obsession, he still wants to know his name, just because his heart still doesn't feel pain.

I don't know how long it took, but the white light that had shone on him for a hundred years quietly went out.

"After a hundred years, can you still feel the pain?" a faint voice came from all directions, like the last interrogation of the deceased.

"Ahhh

After a long time, he slowly stopped, deflated, and looked extremely decadent and haggard.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and the pair of pupils, which had lost their luster decades ago, had a slight color in that moment.

His heart hurts, it hurts.

"The hundred-year Golden Silk Tribulation is over, what have you learned?" In the depths of the dark world, there was a faint white light, trying to spread here.

"The pain in the body is not painful, but the difference between forbearance and forbearance, it is a disease; time will heal all the scars, will heal all diseases, and what is really incurable is the heart," between the lines, Hua Lixiao's words have been light, "stubborn to the end, the heartache will only be yourself, whether it is successful or not, it is a disease, an incurable disease." ”

The white light turned into cracks and filled the entire space.

"There's one more thing, my name is Hua Lixiao. ”

A violent roar resounded in the dark space, and the white light shattered the darkness like the first dawn of a new era.

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