Chapter 6 Dead Carry, Return!

The torrential rain, the dark night, the lightning that crosses the sky from time to time with the anger of thunder explodes in the heaven and the earth, and the rain curtain washes over the earth, covering the distant villages in the fog, the tall Qingyun Mountain in the distance is no longer visible, and the rain is like a knife like a sword like frost, crazy in the world. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A sentence of obscure and difficult, incomprehensible ancient mantra came from behind the tree, Zhang Yinyuan bit his lip stubbornly, regardless of the whiteness of the wounds on his body soaked in the falling rain, the huge amount of blood loss made him a little dizzy, and Venus appeared in front of him from time to time, but he stared at his eyes (hold on, you must write it down, just hold on, I can't faint, this is a chance, a great chance!) Back it down! I must memorize it! ）

The cyan veins around the eye sockets burst out, looking hideous and terrifying, and the teeth were tightly clasped on the lower lip, (I can't faint, I can't faint, I have to carry it down, this is the capital of my rise.) The intense pain transmitted from all over the body became the fulcrum of Zhang Yinyuan's nerves (I endure such unbearable pain, I must be able to, Zhang Yinyuan, haven't you always fantasized about the power to destroy the heavens and the earth?) This power has been delivered to the door! You must carry this crumb! Carry, die. ）

When he fell to the ground, his internal organs were injured, a strong feeling of nausea swept through his body, his lungs were also a little uncomfortable, the exchange of breath made him feel as painful as a pinprick, and even his intestines had a violent colic pain tormenting him, and the strong urge to defecate made Zhang Yinyuan extremely embarrassed (if he pulled it out at this time...) I guess it's really going to be over。。。。。 It's so uncomfortable, I can't stand it anymore... Mom, I'm so uncomfortable... I'm going to die。。。。。 ）

Puzhi mantra recited very slowly, as if to impress Zhang Xiaofan, and his voice was not low, and Zhang Yinyuan's eyes were dark from time to time, and he struggled to wake up, but he would miss a few sentences, he was not a good boy who loved to learn, this Dafana is obscure and difficult to understand, and this kind of memory is extremely difficult, fortunately, Zhang Xiaofan is not a smart head, to say it ugly, he is a little stupid, plus he is young and lacks understanding, and Zhang Yinyuan is almost no different from listening to a sentence and falling a sentence, nearly 3 hours, Even the sky has a trace of fish belly white, Zhang Xiaofan remembers this mantra well.

And Zhang Yinyuan's retina also shows a line of words: "No. 0623 was carefully taught by Pu Zhi, a B-level master of Tianyin Temple in the Zhuxian World, and obtained the B-level exercise "Dafa Prajna". On the other hand, Zhang Yinyuan's large and small wounds all over his body have been blistered and rolled over, and Bai Sensen's flesh is not at all fleshy, as if the pork that has been in the refrigerator for a long time has no vitality.

Zhang Yinyuan didn't dare to faint now, and it was clearly written on the retina:

"Number 0623's wound is infected, and since it has not yet been digitized, it causes damage from an unknown point.

Number 0623 wound infection, due to the fact that it has not yet been digitized, inflicts damage from unknown points.

Number 0623 wound infection, due to the fact that it has not yet been digitized, inflicts damage from unknown points.

Number 0623 wound infection, due to the fact that it has not yet been digitized, inflicts damage from unknown points.

No. 0623 is on the verge of death due to his injuries and illnesses, and it is tentatively expected to die completely after 1 hour, 11 minutes and 07 seconds when he has a strong sense of survival, and after about 40 minutes and 44 seconds in his unconscious state.

Main Quest: Survive, survive for 24 hours, Mission Remaining Time: 55 minutes and 23 seconds.

Looking at the beating time on the retina, Zhang Yinyuan was already a little sluggish (I can get through it。。。。。 Can you get through it。。。。。 ）

The words of Pu Zhi and Zhang Xiaofan behind the tree sounded as if they were separated by a thick layer of frosted glass, and they were indistinct.

“。。。。 Bead.... Deep valley cliffs。。。。。 Don't talk about it to outsiders... ”

“。。。 Fate. On your knees.... A master... ”

(Beads?) Bloodthirsty beads? It seems that Puzhi wants the grass temple massacre。。。。。 ）

There seems to be a figure shaking in front of me (I can't see clearly。。。。。 Who? Did my mother tell me to have breakfast? ）

The thin old monk stood in front of Zhang Yinyuan, scarred, half of his body was scorched and ugly as if it had been burned by the fire, his face was full of black air, his face was sometimes merciful and solemn, sometimes violent and arrogant, and sometimes cunning and treacherous, even the teeth in his mouth were staggered and rubbed, just staring at the half-dead Zhang Yinyuan.

The old monk stood for a long time: "Little donor, you and I have a cause and effect, and there is also a trace of fate。。。。。 Old... As he spoke, a strange expression appeared on his face: "My Buddha is merciful, it's not that the old man doesn't save the little donor, but the little donor is already a mortal person, and the little donor is quite lonely under the nine springs, so it's better for the old man to send this village to accompany the little donor!" ”

The thin body, the tattered robe, under the curtain of the pouring rain, the thin black gas on the chest wrapped around the body, like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell, hideous and miserable, lightning flashed, the old monk's face was distorted, his hands and claws were sharp, and even the voice revealed hysterical madness and madness, turned his head, and left Zhang Yinyuan, the old monk rose into the air, and the robe floated, like a vulture devouring a carrion, towards the small grass temple village.

The night, the wind, the rain, the lightning, the village, the monks, the rivers of blood.

Zhang Yinyuan's mouth is very dry and tired, his eyes are already very dark and dark, he feels a little itchy behind his ears, but he is too lazy to scratch it, it is itchy, what else can he do?

(I'm so sleepy...) I want to sleep... Why don't I fall asleep? I have to think about it, why can't I sleep? Why? I don't know... I'm so tired... What does this row of typesetting in front of me mean, this is, hey, what does this word read? No matter what, look at the next word, this word... I've seen this word.。。 I forgot, I forgot... Ay.. When people are old, their memory is poor, and brain platinum doesn't work. What is Brain Platinum。。。。。 Wait a minute! ）

Zhang Yinyuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he twisted his body in severe pain, and began to crawl in the muddy water, slowly climbing over the pine tree that was not thick, Zhang Yinyuan saw two children leaning against each other, one was older, with a rather delicate face, and looked like he had a spirit, and the other was smaller, not looking good-looking, and even a little dumbfounded, the two children were lying side by side, obviously unconscious, Zhang Yinyuan's mouth let out a great wheezing body, regardless of the severe pain of the wound rubbing in the muddy water, Staring at the beads in the hands of the younger children with a dim light, slowly, little by little, crawling forward, the naked greed in the wide eyes seemed to swallow the child alive, the throat kept swallowing, the fingers were flexed and stretched, the green tendons were bursting up, and little by little in the muddy water squirmed.

I don't know how long it took: "Mission complete, trial world ends, return option activated, mission complete, return begins." Zhang Yinyuan's prostrate body under the tree left a muddy and blurry human figure in place, and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye, without a trace.

In the void, the wounds on Zhang Yinyuan's body healed as quickly as time back, and even the lost blood was quickly replenished, and slowly landed on a pale oval platform, Zhang Yinyuan slowly woke up and looked around curiously (this is space?). No, well, maybe it's an evaluation part of an infinite stream of novels. Suddenly, a huge screen suddenly appeared in front of the platform, and in the huge screen, a young man was waking up from a simple room (sure enough, what a scoring space). ）