Going mad represents death or a serious injury that cannot be healed. But in either case, the life of a cultivator will be completely ruined.

This is not a word that only exists in legends, and most of the people I thought would go crazy before today were masters of the world.

I didn't expect this to happen, and when I swallowed the pill, I thought I had made a great choice. There was a chance to fight back, but when the aura in the body began to rotate uncontrollably, the speed was more than ten times faster than the normal rotation speed of the breath. It's like a runaway train, destroying my body. The meridians were so full of holes that blood flowed down the wounds that had cracked open from them.

The Qi of the Five Elements has brought me great and different pains, like a burning fire, like being weighed down by a stone, as cold as ice and flowing water, like ten thousand poisons penetrating into the body, and like a knife cutting through the pain.

I huddled in the corner, my mind quickly becoming unconscious.

"Help me!"

I shouted desperately in my heart.

"Whoever will save me, I am in pain, who will pull me, I feel like I am about to die, who can pull me and give me a good time."

I opened my mouth, but the sound was stuck in my throat, and it became so difficult that I couldn't even breathe, and I couldn't say a word, as if someone was holding my throat. It hurt like I was going to die, but I was forcibly pulled back, and the feeling of being split seemed to twist me.

However, no one can save me in this darkness, the Black Skull is about to be devoured, according to the plan, if I and the Black Skull are not the opponents of the Ling Ya and the Ling family, Brother Yong will be responsible for taking the fat man and Luo Qiong out, and they can't let them die here to avenge me.

Do I always like to put myself in a lonely situation because I am afraid of losing?

Many people say that those who have nothing from the beginning are not afraid of the pain of loss, but I am one of those poor people who have very little, and such people are most afraid of losing everything.

"Ahh Stop tormenting. ”

I covered my face with my hands and could feel the blood marks left by my fingernails.

"It hurts, it hurts. It's like being abandoned by the world, give me a good time, I don't want to live anymore, I want to die, I want to die......"

I screamed in my heart, over and over again, unable to bear this heart-wrenching suffering.

"Does it hurt more than then?"

Auditory hallucinations suddenly appeared in my ears, and I was stunned, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. I opened my eyes, but it was still pitch black. But slowly, the darkness in front of me turned into black burnt color like a burning piece of paper, as if burning what I saw in front of me, and then seeing my true self.

A white light greeted him, and some scattered fragments appeared in his eyes.

"That child was the one who brought misfortune, and when he was born, half of the old people in the village were dead."

"Don't talk to him, he's a monster, hear me? Don't play with him, don't go near him, he should have been kicked out of the village a long time ago. ”

"What are you doing here? Get out, get out! ”

In the midst of the scrambled voices, I saw a little boy in a tattered shirt appear in my eyes, he looked thin and short, but the clothes on his body were large. Dirty faces, and hair covered in leaves and dust. I couldn't make out his face because he kept his head down and held a porcelain bowl with broken edges and bottom in his hand.

People pointed fingers at him, but he didn't say a word.

"Get out of here!"

A boy suddenly picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the child's body. Then more children picked up the stones from the ground and threw them at him, hitting him on his body, head, face, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and several rotting wild fruits fell to the ground.

"Get out of our village, get out of here!"

People shouted and cursed, as if they were dealing not with a child but with a heinous monster.

The child silently picked up the wild fruit on the ground and continued to walk forward, disappearing into the long street, bloodstained but silent. I turned my head and looked at the lonely back, but it looked familiar.

"What are you going to show me? Who is that child? ”

I asked.

"If you look at it, you'll know, these are fragments that sleep in your memory, and you must know who he is."

Auditory hallucinations muffled voice.

I saw the child carrying the rotting wild fruit into the little dilapidated house outside the village, which had no roof, and a woman lying on the bed, with a bony face under her scattered hair, like an old man who was about to die. The child walked over and whispered, "Grandma, I picked up some fruit, you can eat some." ”

But the old man didn't react at all, the child picked up a fruit, wiped it gently, and sent it to the old man's mouth, but the old man didn't say a word, he shouted in his mouth: "Grandma, eat something, eat something!" Grandmother! ”

At this moment, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and the angry villagers chased after him for some reason, and someone held a wooden stick and a stick to press the child to the ground, and then the rest of the people rushed over and pulled the old man out of the room, and then I noticed that the old man who had not made a sound was actually a dead man.

"Don't take grandma, don't take her......"

The child clutched his injured stomach, said loudly, and chased him out of the house. But he saw others holding torches and setting the old man's body on fire.

Under the flames, the child was pressed to the ground by the big man, kneeling on the ground and his head on the ground.

"You are not allowed to appear in the village again, and you are not allowed to appear within a radius of 100 miles. If you show up again, you'll be killed! You are an ominous being, did you kill your own family, and you want to kill us? Don't leave this house behind, burn it down. ”

The villagers began to set fire to the house, and the child cried with tears on his face, crying desperately: "Don't burn my house, I have nowhere to go, don't burn my house!" ”

I tried to rush into the scene of billowing black smoke rushing into the sky, the frantically burning flames, and the fierce faces of the villagers, but when I reached out, it was as if I was brushing the water.

"This is my memory...... How could I have such a memory......"

I muttered to myself in surprise.

The villagers had left, and the ground was a house and corpse that had been burned to ashes, and the setting sun in the sky lit up the whole sky, and the layers of clouds dyed red reflected in my face.

The child staggered up from the ground, covered in blood, but had stopped crying and whispered, "Why? Why ......"

Repeating these three words, the wind blew through his messy hair, and he suddenly raised his head and screamed frantically, with a blank despair and a broken pain deep inside.

"What does this have to do with me?"

I asked.

But the auditory hallucinations did not appear, and I saw the child slowly turn his head, and on his dirty face were bright eyes, and in the depths of these eyes seemed to burn black flames, and the raging flames called hatred consumed his heart. He seemed to be staring at me, and I looked at him, and a look of surprise gradually appeared on his face, and he whispered, "You...... How could it be my ......"

"If you don't have the ability, then let me come!"

The flame that burned in my eyes seemed to ignite me, and there was great power that penetrated into my body, pulling and twisting my soul.

The sound broke, the picture disappeared, and I felt as if I had been pushed back into reality. When he opened his eyes, it was still pitch black all around, the black skeleton had disappeared, the Heavenly Evil Wandering Talisman flashed with an unusually bright light, Shuya and Lingyan stood on the stage, the others lit torches, and Mr. Tang said loudly: "No one is hurt, right?" ”

Lingyan looked around and said with a smile: "I thought there would be any growth, but it was just a bluff." Now, who else is not convinced that our spiritual family has become the organizer? Can you stand up, is there anyone else? ”

Shuya stood aside and took the Heavenly Evil Wandering Talisman, carefully put it into the box, and said with a cold face: "I think there is no one, huh?" Boy, are you not dead when you go mad? It's a big life. ”

He saw me, and as soon as he spoke, everyone's eyes fell on me.

"Keep Ba Xiaoshan under control."

Mr. Tang said in a loud voice, and immediately a big man ran over to me, grabbed me by the shoulder, and shouted, "Don't move." ”

I lowered my head, a raging fire burned in my eyes, and a sharp pain came from the center of my eyebrows, when a lonely starlight fell from the sky, shining right on me.

"The fate of the lord is calamity, the body is the calamity, the lone star is ......"

Under the starlight, a strange purple-red light lit up around me.