So Xia Dongliang began to walk up, wanting to see if there was a cold moon above. But when he took the first step, a feeling of heart-stinging began to appear in his heart inexplicably.

It seems that there are thousands of ants crawling on their bodies,

Although Xia Dongliang didn't know if it was right to describe it, he always felt that he was dying.

For the feeling of ant biting, he has gradually understood where it comes from, first of all, this can't be a real ant, in this ice and snow, I'm afraid that even a prehistoric creature like a cockroach can't survive.

Ice and snow, cut off life.

Xia Dongliang took off his shirt, revealing his lean upper body, and he discovered the source of the problem.

Two cross-shaped red marks appeared on his chest and lower abdomen, at first there was only some redness and swelling, but as time passed, those two marks were like strangulation marks on the neck of a hanger, bright red as if they were about to drip blood. Then, as if rotting, the traces changed from a vivid color to a black-purple color, like crystal grapes.

There is death hidden under the beauty, and Xia Dongliang is not happy at all about these strangeness on his body. He is not a second-year young man, and he thinks that something has appeared on his body, a tattoo, a divine instruction, and he thinks about the good.

He knew these two scars: how could these two marks be so similar to the scars of the "Holy Sword - Judgment" in the dream? Why do these things happen to my body, and when they appear to me, am I already dead?

Which is a dream and which is real?

Xia Dongliang didn't know, he didn't even understand his physical condition now. He didn't even know what he was going to face next, and when he stopped in confusion and fear, blood gushed out of his chest.

His whole body was depleted, his eyes were dark, and he fell halfway up the snowy mountain.

In a sense, he died again.

Then, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing at the fork in the road under the snowy mountain again, and the fear of death from the fall just now was still in his cranial nerves, and he screamed out because of the subconscious fear of his body.

Snow Mountain heard his cry and understood his fear, and tens of millions of tons of snow rolled into balls, covering him from the sky, where there was no air, no warmth, and no light. Xia Dongliang choked on a mouthful of snow water, and a dull pain began to feel in his chest, and the gnawing sensation of ants appeared on his body again.

Fortunately, this time he did not die because of the sudden wound on his chest, this time he was black and purple, stretched out his old tongue, and suffocated to death.

His eyes closed and he struggled hard. When he found that the countless snow around him had disappeared, he was writhing his hands and feet like mad dogs.

He wanted to shout, but Han didn't come out, the visual impact of the avalanche was still in front of his eyes, and he didn't want to continue to experience the suffocation feeling of being buried by the snow five minutes ago.

Xia Dongliang covered his mouth to prevent himself from shouting, but at the same time, he was breathing heavily, greedily enjoying the breath of life.

"What's going on? It seems that in a short period of time, I have had three dreams about my death in a row, angels, blood, and avalanches? Why! Xia Dongliang shouted in his heart.

Have you been looping in nightmares? But if this real touch, if the dream can reach this point, then reality will cease to exist.

The successive deaths made Xia Dongliang realize that he was not in a dream now, but in the real world - dying again and again.

"In this way, on this snowy mountain, I was once killed by Leng Yue, the Angel of Discipline. Is this an angel's curse? Let me struggle again and again between life and death. And the time of death is almost the same every time, always in the inadvertent passage of time, I ......"

will die!

Xia Dongliang suddenly remembered something, he opened his shirt, and just saw two black and purple scars on his chest, splashing blood.

This is simply a slow-motion replay of the holy sword slashing at himself!

Xia Dongliang died for the fourth time, and then stood at a familiar fork in the road for the fifth time.

He lost his balance on his legs and fell to the ground. He ignored the snow on his face, like a jumping grasshopper, stumbled to his feet, and ran forward.

He knew that he would repeat the process of death and resurrection here in the snowy mountain, and each time after the allotted time, he would die, and then reappear at the fork in the road at the foot of the snowy mountain.

Xia Dongliang understood that no matter what he did or didn't do, he would be killed by the two scars on his chest that were cut by the precept angels, and he may have fallen into reincarnation, repeating the things that humans fear the most.

Is this the judgment of oneself? Let yourself go back to the past and see hope, but you can never grasp hope, and you can only struggle in the cycle of death and life.

Dead and alive? Isn't this the state of the living dead? Xia Dong's conscience said that isn't that the case? If you are dead, you can be resurrected, and you have become a specialty of the land of no return in no man's land, the living dead!

He ran, he didn't know why he did it, he knew the rules of his "life and death game", and when the time came, it was like reading a game, losing his original life and resurrecting the old place in the past - the fork in the road that had made him choose death.

Maybe it's unwilling to stay, wait, watch yourself die, always have to do something, human beings always feel sorry for themselves if they don't struggle, just like a first-level brave man has just come out of the novice village, and happens to meet a hundred-level demon king, if the brave doesn't use the little wooden sword of love and justice to slash the demon king, even if he is resurrected, he will lose his justice.

I don't struggle, I always feel sorry for myself.

So Xia Dongliang fell again and rolled off the other road at the fork in the road.

He didn't know how long he had been rolling, whether it was thousands of rivers and mountains, or 108,000 miles, but in short, he crushed a few small snakes to death, and then reached the palace of ice and snow. Due to the speed at which he was falling and rolling, the scars on his chest began to show bright red marks when he finished his journey.

He still has a lot of time, compared to the short time he has now.

At that time, the ice and snow palace was closed, and the giant python sculpture was lifelike, as if there was really such a big python guarding the place. Xia Dongliang can't care about so much now, he is about to die, and before he dies, he hopes that he can do something meaningful, such as looking at the end of the road he once missed.

He opened the door of the palace and saw small snakes all over the ground, as well as two pythons beside the frozen throne. There was a woman sitting on the throne, looking asleep, as sweet as a baby.

That's the owner of the palace, the Butterfly Shrine Maiden.

But Xia Dongliang said: "Kite! ”

Blood spilled, his voice was forced back into his stomach by the blood in his mouth, and then he died in front of her.

Xia Dongliang returned to the fork in the road, where you could see angels up and witches down.