Gan Tian went out in a daze, and then was hit by a car. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At a speed of tens of kilometers and a sturdy model, he didn't have any chance. His thigh snapped and his body swayed, his head slammed into the window, and in an instant his consciousness blurred, and he couldn't even let out an instinctive scream, and his whole body was thrown out violently. The blurred world in his eyes swirled and the touch was almost gone, and he could only judge by a fighting instinct, and he rolled in the air for several weeks, and finally fell to the ground and rolled a few more times.

When it finally stopped, the pain that could not be felt for a time came up like a tidal wave. Compared to the feeling of being hot all over his body, the feeling of losing his left hand, losing his right hand, losing his thigh, losing his whole body, and losing his life made him panic to the extreme.

I never thought that going out and being hit by a car would fall on me. At that moment, no miracle happened, being hit was being hit, and he was naturally and reasonably in a state of near death.

"No, I'm just hanging up. ”

At the moment of being hit, Gan Tian had an unrealistic feeling, especially the vague feeling that appeared at that moment, which made him feel that he was in a dream. It's not his own dream, or it's a dream created because of some ability, but it's not reality after all. He is the Purple Emperor, the master of the ancient world, how can he be hit by a car when he goes out, shouldn't his purple runes immediately glow to protect his body? Or, if the purple runes are useless, Comrade Driver should find out with his conscience, or there are other turnarounds above! Why did he die like this?

However, the constant extreme pain conveyed by the flesh ruthlessly proved to Gan Tian that this was true, that it was not a dream, and that he was really going to be hit by a car and die.

'No, it's painful, ah.................. It's painful...... It's so uncomfortable...... It's painful...... It's so uncomfortable...... maybe it's just a moment of time for the outside world, but the pain seems to be eternal, filling his mind. His sanity had been lost during that time, and his only choice was to alleviate that pain by constantly screaming in his heart, and nothing else could be done. He had never felt so helpless, he had never felt any pain so unbearable, because he had lost his mind to deal with it, his brain was in a mess, and he was deprived of all thinking abilities by the hormones responsible for pain.

All that's left is wailing, all that's left is convulsions, and all that's left is vanishing.

However, the physical pain gradually faded. It is only when life is almost gone that the body finally gives up on survival and no longer uses pain to express the importance of life. Gan Tian's sanity has been briefly returned in the form of a return to light.

'Why, am I really going to die like this? No, I don't want to die like this, I can't accept this outcome. Whoever it is, whatever the strength, come and save me......

Gan Tian is completely a drowning man who wants to hold on to the rope. He was afraid of death, of losing, of the end of everything. It was an unprecedented feeling, he didn't want to leave just like that, he always felt that there was some kind of attachment that he couldn't let go. Even if he dies for a while, he feels that he will turn into an evil spirit and return again.

In any case, he was unwilling to die like this, and he called out for all kinds of possibilities thousands of times in his heart.

However, no one, no force, would respond to him. He can only summon hope over and over again, and then usher in disappointment and avoid falling into despair. His life was destined not to last long, but under the influence of that obsession, the short time of returning to the light seemed like a long pain to him.

I didn't think about giving up, but that kind of thought could only emerge and not be accepted. Even if he only had his last breath left, he would not give up his life. The blood that had passed couldn't feed his brain, he couldn't gather enough thoughts, and in the end he struggled to survive purely on instinct.

In reality, his body was constantly struggling in a pool of blood, and he slowly lifted his body as the blood splattered among the severed limbs.

Not far away, the onlookers were excited, sad, and more disgusting. But no matter what, they stuck to the record. There were also a few well-wishers who took out their mobile phones and prepared to call the emergency number.

"It's pitiful, what a miserable death. ”

"It's a pity. ”

"He deserves it, who let him not obey the traffic rules. ”

"Look, kid, that's the consequence of not playing according to the routine. ”

There was a lot of talk around the people.

Suddenly, they realized something, Gan Tian was still moving, and he had to sit up.

"It's a dead life!

Some people shouted for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

"Oh my God, he's still alive. ”

Someone was moved, and suddenly felt that the suffering they faced was nothing. Gan Tian was hit so badly that even the bone stubble on his thighs was exposed, and he was not dead yet, which can be called an inspirational model of living.

"There are nails, no, there is value. ”

A masked man pulls out a small notebook and quickly notes something.

Everyone looked expectantly at the middle of the road, at the figure struggling to get up in a pool of blood. They will never know that the owner of the body does not know what he wants to do, and that it is another layer of instinct that drives his physical action.

When it was time to really take action, Gan Tiancai found out. It turns out that in his own body, in addition to the instincts that belong to normal human beings, there is another layer of instincts. That instinct is undoubtedly more powerful, and it is still active after the body has given up on life and no longer causes pain. It's as if that instinct doesn't depend on the whole nervous system, but on the desire of every tissue, every cell.

It can't just end there. ’

Gan Tian felt that he should have moved the heavens, after all, even he himself was moved, because he really did it, and he didn't give up.

Hula!

A truck drove over, perhaps because the truck driver was distracted, he didn't seem to notice Gan Tian on the road at all, and ran over directly.

Burst!

Gan Tian's stomach burst open, and one hand was swept into the wheel, and his flesh and bones turned into mud. His body was rolled over for a week, dragged for several meters on the ground, and finally that arm broke and he was left behind. The truck driver sensed something, cursed and drove away. If he looked in his rearview mirror, he would see a bloody corpse lying on the right rear side of his car. But it won't be long before he finds some strange residues on his wheels.

Gan Tian was spread on the ground, on all sides, and he probably knew what he was like now. Like a flatbread that failed to spread out, or a little frog on the dissecting table, but he knew very well that he had seen it many times before, and he was most like those small animals that were crushed on the road. At this time, his body was torn apart, his intestines were rotten, the left arm that housed the emperor's power was torn by the wheel, and it fell ridiculously near the top of his head, and one of his thighs was almost broken at the first impact, and then he was run over by a truck, and fell to the ground when he was dragged away, and fell under him at this time.

It's like a blood-red flower, blooming mercilessly on the hard mixed ground.

But what does it matter, Gan Tian doesn't feel any pain anymore. This scarlet curtain only aroused the trembling and excitement of the onlookers, and then left an indelible deep impression in their hearts.

The only thing that made Gan Tian feel pity was that it wasn't until the last second before falling into darkness that he woke up, yes, it was the power of doom. It was nothing else that killed him, it was fate. In the vastness of the universe, the disappearance of a life is really insignificant, as if it had never come.

When people want to find the bodies of the deceased, they can only look for evidence of the past in their own fading memories. Because, the vehicle continues to drive, but there is nothing left on the road, a few seconds of blank space on the electronic instruments, and nothing remains.