Zheng Ming can't tell what his situation is now, is this a soul leaving the body, or is it a real death?

Maybe Min Busy could tell him the reason, but the uncle obviously couldn't hear him now, and he was ready to observe the situation of that physical body, but he didn't want countless suction forces to suddenly appear in the space and attack Zheng Ming.

These suction forces are not big, they act on Zheng Ming's body, at first it was only a small strand that touched Zheng Ming's soul, and it didn't cause any effect, but it just made this soul fluctuate a little, and when it came later, after these suction forces were completely effective, Zheng Ming had a feeling of numbness.

This tingling sensation first stimulated the nerves, then confused the brain, and the consciousness began to precipitate, and the external manifestation was that Zheng Ming's soul was constantly being stripped and shrunk, and finally divided into thousands of souls of the same size, which were sucked into countless spatial nodes.

After entering these nodes, a new consciousness appeared in the outer land, he was Zheng Ming, but it was not Zheng Ming, to be precise, it was a collection of Zheng Ming's consciousness, just like worm Mu, after those insects were combined, there was a consciousness collection.

This collection of consciousness watched as thousands of Zheng Ming regained consciousness in different planes and planes at the same time.

Just like one of the consciousnesses, after entering the space node, it fuses with the old man, and instead of the old man lying on the hospital bed to complete his last life, as the old man dies, a grain of light floats out of that node, and converges to the aggregate in the underworld.

With the first influx of light particles, more particles of light detach from the nodes, and these nodes act as if to make the original consciousness purer.

Until all the nodes were eclipsed, the volume of this spatial consciousness was more than twice as large as the original, and it was also the whole time that the consciousness collective began to appear chaotic.

Gradually, a tangible silhouette appeared, one second it looked like it was still humanoid, the next second it turned into a beast, and then called this consciousness and kept roaring, the voice was miserable, it felt like being beaten into the eighteen layers of hell, and then wandering in the void layer of this hell.

Time passed, the pain continued, and the outline of the consciousness body was finally fixed in the human form, but the face on it looked weird, the left face was a hideous expression, the right face was calm, the same face, the same person, I don't know how to show two extreme faces at the same time.

Behind the consciousness body, in the originally dark space, a pair of large hands began to appear, and if it weren't for the big hands reaching out in front of the consciousness body, they wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

Because these hands don't have a normal complexion, they are black, completely black, and they are not the kind of black people who are black.

This feeling is like the black gas that Zheng Ming usually appears when he is injured.

The big hand was folded together, and the consciousness body was held in his hand, and the hideous face on the left side of the face began to calm down.

When darkness came, even the consciousness with a glimmer of light was wrapped in black hands, and there must be no light.

Such darkness, such a space without perception at all, the flow of time seems pale and weak, how long has passed in the outside world, and how long has passed here, there is no reference object to measure.

It seems like 10,000 years, and it seems like an instant, and the space finally has a little white.

The white is a chair, an ordinary quadrangular chair, plus a backrest, the chair emits a gray light, illuminating this black.

I can finally see what this space looks like, the gray light reflects the slightly mottled traces, and also shows the black hands, the black hands and the chair are a meter apart, a little farther away, and with the mottling of the space, this place begins to look like an old photo.

This is not an illusion, but the space collapses from three dimensions to two dimensions at this moment, first there is no time, now there is no depth, only the measurement of long-term modification.

In the end, even the length is gone, the black hand and the chair intersect into a black dot, and the mottling in the space also merges into the black dot.

The image changes to a black and white point of light again.

Waking up like a dream, it begins to wonder if it's real.

"No, it's real, you shouldn't sleep forever. An old man's voice quietly emerged, and the words fell, and then fell silent again.

It's just that the point of light expands rapidly, from point to line to surface, from an undefinable dimension to a new four-dimensional.

At this time, the black hand disappeared, the white chair was still there, and a spirit was made on the chair, looking at its face was Zheng Ming, and behind him was a zhang high black qi, floating back and forth.

Zheng Ming lowered his head, as if he was unconscious, and no one woke him up.

"Tick, tick. There was another inexplicable ticking sound in the space. Scholarly

Then I saw that there were blood marks on Zheng Ming's hands, and the blood slid down the white chair, falling to the ground drop by drop, splashing a burst of blood.

At this time, he began to come to consciousness.

(What is this...... Why am I here...... ）

"Ahh

When I looked down, I saw that the nails between my fingers were falling off one by one, and they all said that ten fingers were connected to my heart, how could this situation not hurt.

The black gas wrapped around his fingers almost the moment his nails fell off, recovering him.

But that's not all!

The nails fell off again, Zheng Ming participated again, and the black qi continued to recover.

Shedding and recovery proceeded almost simultaneously, and it was precisely in this way that Zheng Ming felt hundreds of sharp pains in a second.

The pain made his nerves numb, and every time his nails fell off, the black qi became a little stronger, and after half an hour, the black qi behind him was no longer the original one zhang high, but ten, fifteen, and twenty zhang.

And counting.

He thought that if he was numb, he would never feel this pain again, but in a trance, he heard the sound of the pendulum, and his consciousness conditionally catered to this frequency.

He actually began to calculate for himself, and every time the bell rang, the black qi restored him a few more times, and then he heard the sound of blood dripping to the ground.

Looking in a trance, he saw that the blood began to spread from his feet to all directions, and the diameter of ten meters was this blood.

"Ahh

The pain became clear again, and the expansion of the black qi became more violent, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred.

Since there is no time definition in this space, it seems that there is no end to what happens here.

Until...... External factors began to change.

In Zheng Mingling's acupoint, the black qi repaired the gap, and the card stopped trembling.

Zheng Ming felt a suction force again, without any tearing feeling, he was divided into thousands of parts and merged with the space.

No, not just compatible, but even permeate this space, extending into the unknown.

Unknown space is reality.

The soul quietly appeared.

Zheng Ming saw his physical body again, and he could still feel that there were countless black gases behind him, but these black gases were different from the black gases in reality, these black gases had no substance, and they could not be measured by specific quantities.

By now, Zheng Ming also knew that the traction that freed him from that kind of torture was his own body, the body that was completely repaired by the black qi of reality.

Zheng Ming opened his eyes, this is after the return of the frightened soul, the physical body opened his eyes, and he was looking at the world with these clear eyes.

But he didn't know that next to the wooden coffin where he was lying, a new coffin appeared.

It is engraved with the word "black coffin".