White walls, white curtains, everything in the world is white.

Lu Changsheng opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at this white world, his eyes showing a little reluctance.

"It's too late......"

He stretched out his thin hands, wanting to hug the blood-red sunset outside the window, wanting to sit on the tall plane tree, and let the cold wind take away all the pain in his body.

The fingers trembled, struggled, and finally hung limply.

"Tick-"

Is death liberation?

Lu Changsheng asked himself this question many times, but in the end there was no conclusion.

Everyone dies once, and sooner or later it is only a matter of time.

What the world will be like after death is known only to those who can never return to this world.

Little by little, the light in front of me faded away, and finally turned into complete darkness. I don't know how long it took, a light was lit again in the darkness, and Lu Changsheng, who was in the dark, pursued that little light, and gradually, walked farther and farther.

That unusual light was like a sharp blade, tearing through the edge of darkness, and a warm breath seeped in from the crack and hit Lu Changsheng's face, making him want to cry.

"Is it the wind?"

Lu Changsheng crossed the boundary between light and darkness in a daze, and came back to his senses again, only to find himself standing on the side of the hospital bed, looking at the corpse on the bed like dead leaves in the autumn wind.

It's such a spooky experience.

The news of his death would be known to everyone in a few minutes. As the only child of the Lu family, his body may not be cremated, but stored in an ice coffin in the basement like a specimen, bringing a little comfort to his desperate and depressed parents.

He was already dead, but he found that it didn't seem to be an imaginary death, he remembered everything before he was alive, he could feel the temperature of the sun, the temperature of the wind, and even the coldness of his own body.

Is this really death?

Death, is that so?

Why didn't the legendary messenger come to extradite him?

Lu Changsheng looked out the window, and there was a white leaf growing on the sycamore wood outside the window.

He had spotted the white leaf a few days earlier, and for the last few days of his life he had been staring at the leaf almost every moment, watching it grow from a bud the size of a grain of rice to a leaf.

He asked the servant if he could see the strange white leaf as well, and the servant shook his head.

"The white leaves that only I can see, only I ......"

Lu Changsheng stepped on the low window, stepped out of the window, and landed lightly on the thick branches of the sycamore wood.

He couldn't open the door of the ward, nor could he open the other window of the ward, which he thought he couldn't even cross, but he easily stepped out.

Everything seemed to be predestined, and fate guided him to the world outside the ward.

As he stepped through the low window, all the scenery distorted.

Under the trees was a pitch-black quagmire, with countless chains dangling in the sky, and the setting sun became so big that it could almost cover the entire sky, and the blood-red color gave people a strong sense of unease.

Between heaven and earth, only the white leaves made him feel reassured, it emitted a soft white light, trembling slightly under the fishy wind.

Lu Changsheng stretched out his hand and picked the leaf.

Smack.

The leaves are gone.

He also disappeared.

……

"Lu Changsheng, you have made a right choice, because of this choice, you will get the eternal life you want. However, before I can fulfill my dream of eternal life, you need to do a little thing for me. ”

……

When Mo Jia came out of the game warehouse, Mo Qiaotao happened to knock on his door.

The two men looked at each other.

Mo Qiaotao sighed and said, "Lu Chang is dead and dead. ”

Mo Jia was silent for a while before asking, "When did it happen?" ”

"Just now, it should have been just an hour ago."

"Okay, I got it."

Mo Jia got up, picked up and went back and forth in the closet, turning the hanger over and over with a clang.

Fidgety, very irritable.

Mo Qiaotao leaned on the door frame and looked at him coldly. Of course, she could feel Mo Jia's irritability, but she also knew very well that at this time, any words of comfort were futile, and the way the two of them got along was very simple and efficient, often only one look, one movement, to understand each other's minds.

"I heard you're going to take over the company?"

"Hmm."

"Meaning you're going to put down the game?"

"Hmm."

"I hope you don't regret it."

Regret?

Mojia paused slightly.

Can you not regret making a decision against your will?

It's just that most people's lives are like this, compared to others, their own lives are quite smooth, and they can't even talk about the word "pain".

Regret, can you change something?

After complaining, it's not about moving on with your life.

The door to the room was closed again, and Moja's finger was resting on the black suit.

The last time I wore it was three years ago, at the funeral of a distant relative.

Time has passed, and the white flowers pinned to the placket have faded a little.

After all, there is a boundary between life and death.

Around this boundary, the meaning of life, the joys and sorrows of life, may really be dissipated with the wind.

……

Lu Changsheng squatted by the pool, the wind blowing his long hair and wrinkling his appearance on the water.

"Is this me? That's right, this is me, Alchemist Changsheng! ”

The ripples of the water rippled, and he became blurred in the water.

"How could this be you? This is the first monarch of the Misary Country, Immortal Venerable Lu Sheng, you can't cultivate his level even if you cultivate for another 10,000 years. "There was a joking voice in my head.

After being reminded by this voice, Lu Changsheng noticed that this man who looked very similar to himself was just alike. First of all, he doesn't have such long hair, and secondly, he doesn't have such perfect abdominal muscles, although he doesn't want to admit it, but he has to admit that this man is much more handsome than him.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Lu Changsheng became excited: "You just said that you are tired of the art country, right!" I just thought it was strange, could this be the game scene in Nightmare Country? You sent me to the game world? ”

"Games? Innocence, Nightmare Realm, is more than just a game. Look at this scenery, feel the flow of spiritual power in your body, and then think about it, is this a game or reality? ”

This excited young man was stunned for a moment.

Not a game here?

If the Nightmare Realm is a reality, then what is the real world?

Obviously, these two worlds were very real, and Lu Changsheng even suspected that if he stayed in this world long enough, he would gradually forget about the things in the real world and think that he was originally a resident of the Nightmare Realm.

"Lu Changsheng, think about it, your thoughts, your choices, will affect the fate of the whole world, hehe."

The voice in his head seemed to bewitch him all the time. 166 Reading Network