No one has ever died, and no one knows what the process of death is like.

Some immortals in the world who claim to be psychic have frankly confessed to the process of death on many public occasions, and they have said it vividly, just like the real thing.

For Tang Ning, Zhou Yu, and Jiang Tao, the process of death was painful. Especially suffocation. All the places with holes in the eyes were filled with sand. I want to shout silently, I want to vomit but I can't spit it out. It was as if there were heavy walls all around, squeezed into the middle, and finally they were crushed into slag, and there were no corpses left.

It also seems to be falling all the way down, falling flutteringly, and the body that feels like a blade has lost its weight can't fall fast of course how fast, it has been falling for a long time, it has never been to the end, it seems that it will never be the end, and there is no bottom.

In short, it feels like it's really messy, and in my consciousness I feel like I have zài, as if I don't have zài, hovering between dreams and reality, like being awake and not sober. Chaos reigned.

The three of them each received a slap on the head. The strength is not small, and the scalp hurts. At the same time, I heard someone speak: "Hey, you haven't woken up yet, what about dreaming?"

All three opened their eyes almost at the same time. Still a little confused, not very sober, subconsciously looking around.

A very ordinary room, it feels like it has not been painted in years, and there are many traces of mildew in the corners between the dirty walls and the ceiling. This room has a strange layout, with windows on all sides. The lighting is strong.

Four tables were lined up in front of them, shabby and mottled, not to mention the paint that had fallen off, and the legs were showing the original color of the stubble, similar to the student desks in the mud houses in the remote rural villages.

There were four people sitting behind the table. The first one, full of gray messy hair, small eyes, fat face, red nose, thick lips, a gray homespun shirt, rolled up sleeves, and smoking a cigarette bag and pot. Looking at the appearance, it is difficult to tell how old this person is, like sixty, like fifty, or forty, and if you judge from the color quality of the skin alone, it looks like a young man in his twenties and thirties. The complexion is too good, authentic wheat, and also too tender and without wrinkles. This man is definitely a monster.

The second, a cold black-robed Taoist priest, was around forty years old. With his head in a bun, his eyes are full of majesty, a high nose bridge, and thin lips, he is not a character to deal with. The point is that the sword behind him is too bizarre, and the hilt is surrounded by golden sword spikes, do you think you are Qiu Chuji?

The third place, even more bizarre, when I saw this master, I thought that I had traveled to Shanghai Tang in the Republic of China era! A cheongsam with a blue background and small white flowers in brocade, with beads and emeralds on his sideburns, red lips and almond eyes, a charming face, his nails painted blood red, a slender lady's cigarette, holding his arms in one hand, and swallowing comfortably.

Fourth seat, empty, no one?

No, someone, behind him.

The three of them subconsciously turned around and didn't see it. Suddenly, he jumped his feet with grinning teeth at the same time, and his calf was kicked painfully.

"Such a majestic and tall figure is here, where can I look at it?" was the same voice as the one I had heard at the beginning.

It's just that the sound is coming from a little wrong direction, as if it's coming from below.

The three of them bowed their heads and were stunned. They saw a dwarf. Oh, it's not a dwarf, this statement is too unpleasant, it should be a white-bearded old man who is less than a meter tall and full of fairy energy.

Dressed in white, with a bare head, a beard mopping the floor, covering the top of his feet, and his two white eyebrows are very stubborn, and they are inserted obliquely into his sideburns, pointing straight into the sky. The eyes are deep and bright, and the two clumps of apple muscles on the cheeks are very characteristic and cute. A very rare little old man who can be regarded as kind-hearted.

Looking up and seeing that the three of them had been staring at him, the little old man felt that his authority was being flouted. He shouted coldly: "Squat." ”

The little old man's gaze was like substance, and there was great pressure, and the three of them had to bow down and squat down according to their words.

The little old man stroked his beard, his eyes swept over the three of them one by one, and finally asked, "Say, how did you die?"

This question is very strange, this scene is too weird, these four are too weird, they will never go with normal people, and where is this?

At this time, Tang Ning and the others felt that something was wrong. I don't have any memories of coming here!

The memory in my mind is only the moment when I boarded the helicopter with the white fat man at the airport in the suburbs of Beijing.

There is a break in the memory! This is not normal! If the memory is artificially manipulated, it is not a good thing for any reason.

Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao aside, after Tang Ning realized his "Fox Hunting" chapter from the sixth living Buddha Zang Guba, his spiritual sense was extremely powerful, and his spiritual power was much higher than that of spiritual power. Especially in terms of spiritual sense, he has faintly touched the edge of divine consciousness, which is a realm that only a half-step grandmaster should have.

In other words, if you want to manipulate, alter, or affect his memories, you have to be a grandmaster.

But now, his memory is indeed broken, isn't there still a grandmaster here? Tang Ning's face changed slightly.

At this time, Jiang Tao suddenly twitched his nose a few times, suddenly stood up and took a few steps to the window, his eyes instantly widened, and he opened the window with his hand, and the wind poured in, with a strong damp and salty smell. It's the taste of the sea!

Tang Ning and Zhou Yu also smelled it. They also rushed to Jiang Tao's side quickly, and when they saw the scene outside, they were completely stunned.

In the distance, you can't see the edge of the sea. In the near future, there is a wide variety of buildings and lush tropical vegetation. You can even see a few monkeys scurrying around in the forest.

The three of them looked at each other in disbelief, this is on the island!

No wonder this room is strange, with windows on all four walls. Because the place where they are located is a tall tower. More than ten meters above the ground. There is no obstruction outside, and the view is extremely wide.

"Could this be the Eagle's Nest?"

"The Eagle's Nest is an island?"

"We don't have any memories of coming here, which means that the island is mysterious and maybe you can't find it on the map. ”

"Well, yes, the reaction is fast. Boy, what's your name?"

Tang Ning was startled, the little old man with the long white beard didn't know when he came to his side and stood on the windowsill. The face leaned into his ear and asked.

Quickly flashed back, maintaining the minimum respect. "Junior"

"Stop, there are no juniors here, all of them are students, they are young eagles. ”

"Cadet Downing. ”

Zhou Yu also hurriedly followed, "Trainee Zhou Yu." ”

"Student Jiang Tao. Report!"

Say. ”

"Why don't we have memories of landing on the island? Was it artificially erased? Is it just the three of us, or is it the case for all the students on the island, please tell me, why did we do this?"

"Nobody does this kind of thing, it's just that everyone on the island is like that. In the future, if you have the life to leave, you will not have the memory of leaving the island, and you will know about this later. Now, sue me first, how did you die?"

The three of them glanced at each other, Tang Ning clasped his fists and said, "Old man, we don't understand your question!"

"Don't understand?" Before seeing the little old man's movements, Tang Ning felt that he was being lifted up by an invisible force, his feet were lifted off the ground, and his neck was pinched by an invisible big hand, and he couldn't breathe.

The little old man leaned forward, completely contrary to the common sense of physics, only standing on the windowsill on his toes, his body was completely inclined towards Tang Ning, Tang Ning couldn't move, the little old man's face was almost on his face, and he shouted: "Just praised you for being good." But now it seems that you also have a pig's head. In the scorching heat and lack of water in the desert, there is no way to live, and if you want to get out, you can only die. My old man is asking you three stupid people whether they died of thirst and starvation or were killed by the sun, whether they were swallowed by quicksand and died passively or committed suicide on their own initiative.

"Suicide, suicide by jumping into quicksand pits. Tang Ning's face turned red, and he was about to suffocate to death, so he hurriedly said loudly. This little old man is dangerous. With his current cultivation, he actually has no power to fight back. What's even more frightening is that what is going on with this invisible force? I didn't feel the energy fluctuation, but my body was charged.

After saying that, his body loosened, his feet fell to the ground, rubbing his neck and panting.

"What about the two of you, just like him?"

"Uh-huh, the three of us jumped into the same pit and died. Zhou Yu also replied loudly, at this moment, in his eyes, this little old man is definitely a monster among monsters.

"Three, did you hear that? To whom?" the little old man floated lightly to the table, holding the long beard on his chest in his arms, and then crouched there and asked the other three strange people who had not spoken from beginning to end.

"I like that little brother named Zhou Yu, he is handsome, and although the milk smell on his body is heavier, he is very manly. The smoking lady who wore a cheongsam and beaded flowers and courtesans had a soft and greasy voice, and the smoke ring she spit out covered Jiang Tao directly, licking her red lips provocatively. Zhou Yu was so excited that he lowered his head and didn't dare to look.

"Jiang Tao belongs to me, he has a murderous aura. I like to femdom such a kitty. The voice of the black-robed Taoist priest was the same as his face, very cold, but also very cool. Jiang Tao looked at him, his eyes were direct, a bit of a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but a little bit of politeness.

"What about this Downing, hey, that fat man with a cigarette pouch, don't think that if you sit farther away, it will affect the rhythm of me seeing you. What do you mean, Downing is yours?"

The fat man with gray messy hair, who looked like he had just woken up, lifted one leg, and knocked the cigarette pouch pot on the sole of his shoe, knocking off the ash inside. Said slowly, "I'm here with you." My eaglets are all piled up there. There is no nest to squeeze. Can't laugh at it. ”

"Then what should I do?" the little old man scratched his head and looked back at Tang Ning, "I said boy, no one takes you, what do you do?