Almighty Cultivation Supreme

Bao Shiyi tried to calm himself down, but he just felt the pain that pierced his heart, and he was covered in pain.

He didn't know if this was Ling Chi.

Slashing at the body with a knife, slashing like that.

He was hacked to death!

Hacked to death with a knife!

Why was it hacked to death?

Why kill him?

He didn't know, he really didn't know, he just knew that the pain of the skin made his whole soul seem to tremble, such a stimulus, knife after knife, keep slashing up.

One sword, he didn't die!

One more stab, and he didn't die.

Then, with a knife, why didn't he die?

……

That's how he didn't die, he endured the pain alive, and the pain of those random knives seemed to be engraved on every bone in his body, and that stroke, and then another—

"Sting"

Bao Shiyi's hand holding the pen was trembling, and it was just like that, and the sharp sound cut through the book, leaving that terrible scratch.

He wanted to be calm, trying not to think about the horrible memories, the nightmares.

Before that, Bao Shiyi had been shielding and cutting off that memory, because he had not experienced that pain again, no more pain from the knife on his body, but when the pain of cutting his skin was not cut off, but when he was stimulated by the memory to wake up.

It's not memories waking up, it's monsters waking up.

Bao Shiyi's body kept shaking, and he wanted to smile on his face, but the smile became hideous because of the intense pain, and two lines of tears fell like that.

"Ahh

Bao Shiyi exerted his strength, and the pencil in his hand was directly pinched off, and at that moment, Bao Shiyi seemed to be going crazy, frantically tearing the book in front of him, and kept tearing.

Tearing, pulling.

It hurts, it hurts.

The nightmare drawn in that book is like an abyss, just like that, little by little, it is permeating the black aura, devouring the entire Bao Eleven.

Torn pieces of paper were scattered all over the ground.

The scribbled drawings on those scattered pieces of paper make it difficult to understand what they are.

There are people there, who want to save people, and there are people there, who want to kill.

Countless people are there, running like crazy, running non-stop......

Children, old people, women, men were all running, and a knife was chasing after them, chasing and slashing frantically.

Just as Pack Eleven is crazy now.

……

Bao Shiyi tried not to touch it, but when the memories were aroused, blocked, and cut off, it didn't mean that they didn't happen, and those pains were imprinted in the depths of his soul, even if they were hidden deep, hidden in a secret, dark place, they would still be aroused.

Because it's a brand, you can't shake it off, you can't break free, you just keep tormenting, tormenting.

Cries, shouts, painful sounds of despair, came to my ears without stopping............

Bao Shiyi's hands trembled, he stood up suddenly, and frantically shook off the things on the table, he wanted to destroy everything.

……

"Short-lived ghost, short-lived ghost, recite the meditation mantra, meditation mantra, meditation mantra, hurry up and recite the meditation mantra......"

In his mind, the rapid voice of the system appeared over and over again, but Bao Shiyi was indifferent at all, all he heard was those cries and screams.

The incomparably clear voice is heart-rending and heart-wrenching.

There was his voice in the cries and screams.

He was crying, he was shouting, he was moaning in pain.

He's not dead, he's alive, but he wants to die.

If you die, it won't hurt.

If you die, it won't be so painful.

……

He wants to take revenge on society!

He wants to take revenge on society, just like those people!

Revenge on society!

Yes, it is to take revenge on society!

It is to take revenge on society in a frenzy.

……

"Bang bang bang, bang!"

Bao Eleven went crazy, kept kicking the cabinets, tables, stools, tearing those bed quilts, and venting like crazy and retaliating.

The whole person is like a monster, the monster summoned from the abyss of nightmares, and just like that, it began to kill frantically and take revenge.

That's a monster, that's the scariest, most terrifying monster.

The fierce, crazy killing intent weakened Bao Shiyi's pain, as if at that moment, only in this way would he not feel the pain of the indiscriminate knife slash, the pain weakened like that, and his heart seemed to crack open and explode.

It's to kill like this, to take revenge like crazy!

……

The dark aura that grew wildly, the entire negative energy on Bao Shiyi's body was the real negative energy body, and that negative energy made the system quietly quiet, as if dead.

Only a faint and inaudible voice appeared in my mind little by little, "Meditation mantra, meditation mantra, reciting meditation mantra......"

……

This is how Bao Eleven frantically threw the things in the dormitory, destroying everything and taking revenge on everything.

Killing intent, the excitement brought by revenge canceled out the pain of the knife cutting from the skin in the memory little by little, and this is how Bao Shiyi laughed, laughed like crazy, kept laughing, and vented the pleasure that he had never had.

This is the real revenge society!

Laughing, laughing, Bao Shiyi coughed violently, coughed non-stop, and fell off the stool in his hand.

Then, with such a "pop", he fell to the ground.

His forehead hit the corner of the stool, and the red liquid flowed out like that.

That's blood.

It was red, hot blood.

……

Bao Eleven was still coughing, coughing painfully.

The whole person just curled up on the ground, huddled in a ball, his body kept shaking, and he raised his hands to block something.

Block the knives that come up.

Knife after knife, and just like that.

"Ah——! don't!"

"Don't!"

"Don't!"

……

Bao Shiyi tried hard to crawl outside, wanted to escape, the blood on his forehead was still flowing, and he crawled towards the door like that, pulling his throat, trying to shout for help.

The door to the dormitory was closed, tightly closed.

He wants to run away, he must run away, and that knife comes up one after another, and he will die.

Bao Shiyi's body trembled, and he kept shaking, it was the intense pain that made him tremble, making him convulse.

The blood on his forehead followed the crawling path, leaving red marks, wrapped in a thick smell of blood, surrounding Bao Shiyi's trembling body.

Open the door!

Open the door!

Open the door!

But he didn't have the strength to shout.

He knew he was going to die.

Luckily, the kid ran away.

That seemed to be his last thought.

……

But—

The blood on Bao Shiyi's forehead flowed all over his face, the blood confused his eyes, his body trembled, his voice trembled, the pain did not weaken, the terrible pain was tormented like that, tortured, and refused to let him go.

Bao Shiyi stretched out his trembling hand and tried to push the door open, and the bright red blood dripped down the door.

"Mom's ......"

"Mommy, Mommy, I hurt, I hurt ......"