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52 Seeking Death

In the void and the void, in the midst of the inaccessibility, the bard only felt tired, but in that exhaustion, breathing slowly, in the deep breath, in the trance of that difficult effort, it was so trance-like, in that it was as if it had been completely forgotten.

In the void and blankness, she, the spirit of the white fox, still dragged her heavy steps step by step, walking in an empty and lonely city, in that empty city, it was a pile of stone buildings, and it was as desolate as stones, it was a desolation among stones, a desolation between stones and inanimate bodies, a kind of dead silence in that inanimate body. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's as if life is dead and silent, this is a deserted city, this is a deserted city without people, in this desolate world, the bard is also there as if it is so needless and wantless, aimless soft faces, aimless silence and death.

What is aimless and impossibly, and completely disappears in that aimlessness, is as if there is some kind of pain and pain there aimlessly injured and frustrated. It's like a setback in the heart, it's like a setback in life on the line between death and survival, and it's like a strong and faulty setback.

There is something far away, there is something there that is getting more and more distant, there is something there is more and more wrong, and there is something there as if it has been lost, as if it has lost more and more time for more and more time.

What kind of ambiguity, what kind of forgetting, but also the powerlessness in the forgetting, but also a kind of injury in the weakness and weakness, a kind of worry-free and tired injury, in the memory, what kind of retreat, what kind of retreat, what kind of scenery is constantly regressing, constantly regressing scenery, something is wrong, she is obviously not moving?

If she didn't move, and the buildings were still moving, what does all this mean? It seems that something can't be explained, but something is wrong, strong, very strong and something is still deeply tormented there, just tormented, just like an illusion, just an illusion for so long. Illusions of sight, hearing, sensation and perception. What kind of care and innocence there is.

The building that was constantly regressing and flowing, the building that flowed, it was a feeling of panic, and it was also in the quiet and breathless, in the chaos of the turmoil, she only felt her feet slip, but she quickly stood firm, but, from the moving city buildings in the distance, she began to feel the ground start to shake violently, and violently.

The spirit of the white fox quickly jumped upwards with both hind feet, and she bounced up from the ground that had long been shattered and disappeared, and jumped into the air, and she landed on the top of a second-floor floor, but she didn't listen, she ran as hard as she could, and ran as fast as she could, rushing to the buildings and houses opposite, and just as she was running fast, the buildings under her feet began to collapse and begin to collapse.

The spirit ran forward with all his might, sprinting and running with all his might, as if he would run forward with all his life. She ran, out of breath and forgetting everything, sprinting forward in a fit of obsession.

"Ahead, I don't know that there is a world, but the world in front of you and the world under you are disappearing, the world in front of you is constantly disappearing, and you will become a poor and pathetic burial object for this disappearing world." It was the voice of the cloud butterfly that Yin Ling was familiar with, and Yin Ling subconsciously rolled her eyes, only to see the light figure of the ghost-like cloud butterfly floating on the side and the bewitching smile on her face, "Yin Ling, unless, you escaped from this world, Yin Ling, are you running away from this world?" ”

Before Yin Ling could answer, she just felt the emptiness under her feet, she felt the emptiness under her feet, as if instinctively, she jumped hard, and once again leaped to the top of another roof, which was a roof with red roof tiles, and the shadow of the cloud butterfly around her had long since disappeared.

Yin Ling just heard the sound of a house collapsing behind her, she was just under the sound of the collapse of the house and the very urgent threat and oppression of her life, she rushed forward desperately and desperately, regardless of the load and pressure of her heart, she rushed forward so desperately, and it was also so painful, very difficult to sprint forward, just for a sprint for life.

She is a white fox, she is a running white fox in the earthquake and collapse and continuous collapse and disappearance, a desperate fast run just to survive, just to save her life, life may be very weak, life may be very difficult, but when your life is really threatened, you will still be so afraid, you will still be so afraid, you will still be so frightened, you will still have to run away instinctively.

It was very difficult, very embarrassing, but desperate and hardworking, just trying to survive, but so hard to survive may still feel panic, or will feel the preciousness of life, but at the moment when her life is threatened, she still feels that she wants to live, she still feels that it is necessary to survive.

At least, she didn't have to die yet, at least, she was dying for no reason now, and the reason was not very sufficient, at least, she herself felt that she was so innocent and unnecessary, so scared.

The opportunity of life, the opportunity of survival, and what kind of trembling there is in the midst of survival and helplessness. It's just that in the trembling and blank helplessness, I still get angry, and I am helpless in the anger and resentment that disturbs my mind, but I don't know what I have all of a sudden, and I don't quite understand what I have.

All of a sudden, so much so changed, so completely changed, so unrecognizable, so difficult to parry, so difficult to parry, what kind of thing was there and flew away unconsciously, like a consciousness, what kind of distant, so far away, so suddenly it became very distant, as if it were so far away.

What kind of surprise there was, it was the surprise of another strange world, a kind of surprise that seemed to disturb her mind so much, and also the surprise of her panic when the whole world collapsed and earthquake, and when she was constantly engaged in a rapid race against time with life, she suddenly realized that there were many kinds of distant and broken sorrows.

In the horror of that sudden silence, in a trance. The world around it, the world that had collapsed and collapsed by earthquakes, suddenly became quiet, and a lot of chaos and anxiety intertwined.

It was a kind of chaos, it was a kind of helplessness, and it was also in a trance and helplessness in the confusion and confusion of thoughts, it was so distracted, she was just breathing deeply in that quiet, and she was in that quiet world, in addition to hearing her own breathing, she also heard something else, what kind of sound would be terrifying, what kind of mood and emotion would move people's hearts and souls one after another, that was a sense of tension, a feeling of tension and depression, She had a sense of innocence, a sense of panic.

It was a panic in peace and tranquility. There's a feeling of discomfort, it's a sudden very uncomfortable, very difficult discomfort, because what you have is starting to become realistic, what you are starting to be unfamiliar, what you are starting to get more and more tired, and you are at a loss in what kind of exhaustion, as if you have no choice.

It's as if you have no choice, but in that confusion, the road of life begins to become difficult. When the journey of life becomes less stressful, when the rhythm of life is no longer so much of a race against time, what is there is changing, there is a slow change, there is constantly and there there seems to be some great difficulty, and then everything is there again and again begins to become difficult to move an inch.

In that deep memory, what kind of changes, what there is gradually changing, just constantly changing, and in that change, what there is begins to become unfamiliar, and it also becomes difficult there.

What kind of confusion there is, what kind of helplessness there is, what kind of escape there is, there is a kind of escape of complete prostration, there is a kind of escape, where it seems to be so powerless, so powerless.

The white fox's spirit suddenly looked back again, she looked back at the scene, after she landed and turned around, when she landed on the ground where the crack had cracked, but it had no longer continued to crack, she turned to look, it was an unexpectedly ruin and bleakness, in the barren blur, what kind of cold.

The dust was rolling down, it was billowing and it was filling, it was full of smoke, it was filled with the smell of desolate dust, she was sneezing in that dust, she was sneezing there with difficulty, she was feeling very difficult and helpless there, as if it were hypocritical, as if it were unreal, could there be many, many untruths there? Is there a lot of untruthfulness there?

Everything is like a dream, as unreal as a dream, and in the shattering and destruction of that dream, there is what kind of heartache, what kind of helplessness, what kind of unstoppability, and what is difficult to stop, as if it is also in the chaos, and it is beginning to become more and more difficult and chaotic.

There's a lot of unpredictability, there's a lot of what's so unpredictable, just there, just there, just in the air, there, slowly starting again, moving forward step by step, moving step by step, looking for it step by step. It is the emptiness that can never be found, it is the difficulty that can never be found, and between the difficulty and the difficulty of stepping, we cry.

In that weeping, struggling, then searching so again, and then, waiting, so quietly and again, waiting for something unknown in that slowness, and then in that faintness, there chaos, and in that trance. There was something that was staggered there, that is, so long and so long. There is something that causes pain there, it is such a long and tangled pain.

The pain of life began to impact the past in a world of devils and nightmares, as if it was a nightmarish world, and there was no way to find it in that nightmarish and painful world.

And in that directionlessness, what kind of confusion and pain. What kind of unknown there is, just quietly there, she seems to have found something, and it seems that she can't find something, it is something confusing and difficult.

Waiting there, silently waiting, and then in that silent silence, I don't know anything, just some dream wandering, and silent.

It's just silent and powerless, and the pain of struggling in that silence and powerlessness, the powerlessness in that struggle, there is a powerless difficulty, that is a feeling of powerlessness and feeling the weakness of the whole body, as if it feels like the blood of the whole body has been swallowed up, it has been swallowed up and died for so long.

What kind of crying, what kind of crying, what is there to cry hard and difficult, sobbing slowly in that difficult and long crying, it is silent sobbing, and it is as if it is there to sobbing and crying silently and lonely, what cannot be done, as if there is some kind of impossibility, and in that painful struggle that seems to be completely impossible, what kind of pain is there as if it is so painful, very painful.

In that painful struggle, there is something that seems to kill people there, what kind of pain there seems to be as if it is going to kill people, what kind of pain there is, where it grabs people's hearts and knots, what kind of pain there is that will completely drain your blood, what kind of pain there is that will drain your blood, there is entanglement, there is trembling, there is something cruel, It's like what kind of barbaric cruelty.

What kind of cruelty will be vacant and blank there, what kind of cruelty will be there that nothing can be done, what kind of cruelty will be there to break through everything there and suddenly be far away, it is an unattainable rhythm. What kind of distant, so far away, so far away.

It was also difficult in that distance, and it was also very difficult, very difficult to be confused and helpless. What kind of pain, what kind of pain and ignorance, there is nothing to be afraid of, what is there there is so cruel and cruel excesses, a kind of difficult difficulty, a kind of real treatment, everything is there real, and there is also a fault, but in the fault of death, it seems to be so to forget and forget again. Something completely extinct.

There is something that is completely extinct there, just so dead and painful as if it were extinct. In the midst of that extinction, what is there is is that is treated truthfully, and it is there that it is truly demanded, and it is also there to give everything and everything is truly treated there.

People will be lost there, people will be lost there, they will be completely lost, they will be completely lost there, like a little child, there they will roll up their sleeves, and they will just sob and cry, but in the midst of crying, they can't hear anything, they can't hear anything, and they can't hear anything, and they feel a kind of coldness and indifference of human affection very hard and unmistakably. Is it a delusion?

Or is it an unknown? In crying, in convulsive crying.