As soon as the eyes closed, thoughts began to be sucked into the vortex, and everything ceased to exist.

No life, no death, no time, turning space upside down.

This...... Is this what death feels like?

No...... No, how can you still feel it?

Suddenly I opened my eyes, and in a trance, a grand light was projected down, the wind blew and the bamboo swayed, and the birds and beasts walked.

In front of you is a winding mountain road, and looking back, you can vaguely see Bang Zhijun sitting in the shade of the tree, "What's going on?" ”

Dream? Or is it an illusion?

Looking down at his chest, there was no blood, no knife marks, everything as if nothing had happened.

Swallowing hard, I started walking up the hill, I don't know

Chapter 70 of "Strange Tales of Yin Mountain", about my father is in the middle of a hand-hit, please wait a moment,

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