The former warden was also surprised that his soul had regained.

I was already in despair, and I was mentally prepared for the worst of the life of the gas smelter day after day.

Of course, at that time, for the former warden, he himself knew that self-inflicted comfort seemed like a joke, but a kind of self-mockery forced by circumstances.

"Why did I mess with this kid?" The more the former warden thought about it, the more he regretted it, and when he was hungry, he went to a big family's house to steal a bowl of noodles to eat, and while eating, he found that suddenly there was half a cockroach in the soup.

So the stomach began to heat up, and there seemed to be something in the throat that kept coming out, kind of

Stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice, and the pain is unspeakable.

"However, after so many years of being underground, I have also seen an incomplete but superpowered soul for the first time, and if it is not expected to be wrong, the boy who hurt himself and the person who made him hate himself should ......"

But if the legend of two souls being one is true, then why did the boy just now burrow into the lower part in the form of smoke except for the part below his head, which is the soul room.

Also, the way to open the Soul Hidden Room is only known to Nuwa, and the difficulty of opening the door of the organ is comparable to that of Sun Wukong's escape from Wuzhi Mountain - whether it is the soul outside breaking in, or the soul inside rushing out.

Could it be ....... The former warden just had an idea popping into his head one second, and the next second he directly denied it, and insinuated that he was still speculating on others with the worst malice when he was dying.

But he really couldn't figure out why he was able to resurrect himself, it stands to reason that the wick was burned out, and for the soul, there was no ability to swim freely underground.

The former warden closed his eyes and rethought the whole process—

The soul was burned and shattered into smoke by the fire, and he was like a wild child in the world, with no fixed place, and even a sense of wandering and loneliness where the lonely soul and wild ghost had nowhere to return.

Looking back on his arrogant and domineering life, the former warden seemed to feel that he had not lived in vain, but after thinking about it, he seemed to feel as if something in his body was slowly lost in the process of moving forward - that is, happiness.

In the past, after all the way up the ranks, including becoming the warden, he always found the people who said this word quite ridiculous.

In the eyes of the former warden, the so-called happiness is just what those who have enough to eat and have nothing to do are pursuing, and in his heart, life is a process of decompression, not a process of adding happiness.

The deceit in the workplace, the betrayal of relatives at the trough, made the former warden disheartened by everything around him.

He suddenly found that when the honor came, all those who abandoned him, what he once liked but couldn't get, all followed-

Desire and power seem to be the capital for him to get everything.

In order to ascend and sit firmly on the throne, the former warden maintained a trembling mentality along the way, fearing that if he was not careful, he would be replaced by someone in the next second.

Even when he slept at night, he slept unsteadily, as if he had a knife hanging over his head, and if he was not careful, he would fall down at any time and split himself in half.

Just as he was thinking about it, a burst of purple smoke suddenly changed into a nine-headed bird, and then a series of chirping sounds came from around the smelting pool.

The squeak sound is very layered, the tone is from low to high, the sound quality is from light to heavy, and the tightness between the sound and the sound gradually increases, there is a kind of sweater in the early stage is artificially knitted, and then converted into a sense of speed of machine weaving, but also has a bowling competition, the master squats down slightly, and then the hand swings out a perfect arc, and the bowling ball falls down one after another.

Then, the former warden snorted, and suddenly an electric current connected the smoke-emitted body, and the warm tingling sensation surged up, running from the top of the head to the center of the feet, like a plate of scattered beads connected by a skilled aunt with a thread.

But the recovered body still felt very stiff, like a scarecrow in the field, and the straight wooden stick holder stood on the ground to support the body, and it was a fantasy to move up and down, left and right.

Then he felt a little itchy on the top of his head, and there was some heat, numbness, sourness, and all kinds of mixed sensations came together, like a hodgepodge, due to the difference in taste, the diversity of food, it was a little unacceptable for a while.

After about a minute, the feeling of soreness and numbness turned into a slight pain, as if being bitten by many ants at the same time, and I wanted to grasp it with my hands, but I found that my body still couldn't move, as if it was heavily suppressed by a thousand catties of boulders.

Then, the lower layer of the scalp suddenly gathered small round and bulging seeds, and as the temperature of the scalp rose, the seeds were like bubbles emerging when boiling water, and they drilled out one after another.

Unfortunately, the scalp is like a good quality spring bed, and the seeds rush out desperately, and the scalp seems to hold up the round belly, and the seeds are pushed back into place.

Seeds can't escape the scalp, of course, they won't give up, a kind of pain caused by the meat grinder gradually appeared, and there was even a feeling like a woman was about to give birth before she went into labor, but because the fetal head was too big and couldn't come out from below, it produced a somewhat unbearable and even tortured pain feeling.

Out of physiological reaction, he wanted to scream, but his mouth couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't even open it, so he could only look ahead with stunned eyes, no different from a vegetative person.

Suddenly, "Papapapa...", a series of sounds appeared overhead, although the loudness of the sound was not large, but the density was very concentrated, a bit like a person who had diarrhea because he ate too much and was too miscellaneous, and he "snapped papa" before excreting feces in the toilet.

Then there was a boom, and the sound of "popping" became louder, a bit like the sound of firecrackers in the Chinese New Year's Eve, one after another, one higher than the other, as if a group of students practicing vocal music were opening under the guidance of a music teacher,

There is even a kind of national singing finals, in order to win the award, the contestants under the premise of ensuring professional standards, as the passion for integrating into the song gradually rises, and the saturation of the sound becomes stronger and stronger.

Finally, with a bang, the former warden felt like his head was about to be blown up, and a burst of pink dizziness made him fall into the peach blossom swamp, and his consciousness wanted to pull it out but couldn't, but he felt like his head was buried under the rubble, and the pain was abnormal.

After about a minute, the dizziness gradually disappeared, and slowly, the stiff body was like frozen ribs in the refrigerator, filtered by boiling water, and gradually softened.

"Ahh Hmmm.." The former warden slowly felt that his body could move, so he twisted his waist from side to side, stretching his muscles.

Then, with his right hand slightly touching his head, he felt a slightly soft...