Experiencing great changes in his body, Zhu Beichen was awake subconsciously at this time.

He could hear every word of the people around him, and even felt the helplessness of the desolation in the room and the sadness of everyone.

will realize that it is finally that day, I have always struggled without stopping, fighting against life, not dying in barrenness, but dying inexplicably.

His limbs were immersed in severe pain, and it was the intense pain of blood in the veins violently washing over the bone marrow, and his expression was hideous with pain.

The blazing heat washed the boy's body over and over again, and several times, he thought of giving up, even if he lost consciousness and could no longer feel it, there would be no more such pain.

Slowly, he began to hear the sound of his own bones tearing, and every cell in his body was wriggling wildly, impacting every inch of his skin. Sweat is also constantly spilling out of the sweat glands throughout the body.

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In the room, the staff were nervously observing Zhu Beichen's every move.

Moved by sympathy, he is still seriously responsible for observing and recording his facial expressions and instrument data. From their experience, they could see that what he had endured with such facial expressions was far beyond the limits of human tolerance.

"Inject him with the No. 4 injection," this was the order issued by Han Qingxin.

This is a powerful lethal dose that can end a person's life in 1 minute without pain. Everyone also looked at her in amazement.

"I'm in charge here, he won't live long, let him go through less pain." Han Qingxin and everyone here clearly knew that this order was illegal here, and it was very likely that he would be tried by a military court afterwards.

Seeing that everyone was still stunned, she yelled: "Execute!" The nurses all reflected, and the two nurses, who were a little quicker, quickly got up and went out to prepare for the dispensing.

Zhu Beichen's tense heartstrings trembled as this command entered his ears, I am still alive, I am trying to live, I will live eventually, you can't end my life like this!

No matter how much he shouts, no one outside will hear it, and they will not hear it. Thinking of this, Zhu Beichen whirled the sourness of the past from the bottom of his heart, what happened to his body?

He remembered his grandfather, who was still crazy in the countryside, remembered the old house, and finally remembered the obscene old Taoist priest, and remembered his words.

Life is gloomy, and I don't feel the best sunshine in this world.

He thought of Qingwen, the woman with a special body fragrance that fascinated him.

Are you all in a dream?

The two nurses had also come straight to Zhu Beichen's ice pool. In his hand, he held the needle tightly and the equipment for injection and sterilization.

"I'll come, give me the injections,"

Han Qingxin seemed to have returned to the female officer with an indifferent and arrogant expression in the past.

After taking the disinfection equipment handed by the nurse, he hesitated slightly, and quickly fished out Zhu Beichen's very thin and slender hand from the pool, and skillfully searched for veins on the back of his hand, and completed a complete set of disinfection and pulse search process in a while.

He took the "No. 4 injection" from another nurse.

That's it, is it going to end this boy's life, why is he so reluctant, he is really fascinating, because of his perseverance, because of his perseverance since childhood.

All the heaviness gradually disappeared, Zhu Beichen finally gradually lost his sense of the outside world, and everything stayed in Han Qingxin's 'that injection for me'.

When everything in the world has quietly stopped, what is left to you is eternal silence.

When the self-consciousness was about to dissipate, was I still there at that time, Zhu Beichen immediately smiled bitterly.

After laughing, it seems that even the self is slowly dissipating, and the consciousness begins to become blurred, and finally the pain stops.

In this way, I felt that my consciousness passed through round after round of aperture, the foreground was always blurred and I couldn't see clearly, and the light in the distance became brighter and brighter, and more and more dazzling, and in the end it was already white in front of me.

When I was a child, I was taken by my grandfather to my parents' grave for the first time, which was a grave made of two mounds of earth, and I had already forgotten my impression of my parents for a long time, and just followed my grandfather's words and kowtowed in front of the mound over and over again.

Grandpa said, your parents have traveled far away, don't forget their birth, remember that your relatives are buried here. This was Zhu Beichen's first contact with death, when he had just turned five years old.

I have begun to vaguely feel that my parents will not come back, and this is death.

In a short period of time subconsciously, Zhu Beichen seems to have experienced a lot, and the past eighteen years are like flashbacks on film, and it is difficult to describe the pictures.

In that dazzling white light, the long eighteen years passed in an instant. A strong white light poured into Zhu Beichen's mind, and the pain of stopping came from the depths of his brain again.

Flakes of white light turned into thin light dust and pierced into the brain, and every brain cell seemed to be trembling violently, a sting pain that penetrated deep into the soul, more rapid and intense than the previous pain, similar to the occupation and replacement of cells.

The wisps of white light were composed of pieces, like high-intensity radiation impacting the brain, constantly killing Zhu Beichen's brain cells, and then occupying the body of these cells, repeatedly.

In just a dozen seconds, this substitution was made hundreds of millions of times. If human tolerance for pain reaches a limit, the body will respond selectively by cutting off the nerve senses in the form of fainting to protect itself, so that the severe pain can no longer be transmitted to the brain.

But this kind of cell slaughter that directly acts on brain cells and at the same time directly in the subconscious, the pain goes straight to the depths of the soul, and he can't avoid it.

After a few seconds, the white light began to dissipate, and Zhu Beichen's subconscious was quiet again.

In the cold room, a deep sound came through the speakers around the corner.

The cold voice directly stopped Han Qingxin's actions.

She still resolutely pierced the needle into the boy's skin, and the dark blue medicine slowly penetrated into Zhu Beichen's veins through the needle.

He finally stopped struggling, and his face, which was hideous from the unbearable pain, gradually regained its composure as the pace of his whole body followed the injection cycle, and his clenched fists gradually spread out.

The white light disappeared, like the strange starlight of that night, all rushed through his life.

No more heat, no more cold in the snow. With the dim light in front of me, I felt so warm and warm.

The circular building looks like an ancient military tent. In the candlelight, a man dressed in a Taoist robe with gray temples was in the main seat, although he was old, he could not hide the man's handsomeness, burly body, and terrifying temperament.

Next to the main seat was a middle-aged general in silver armor, and the two sat around the tent, whispering as if discussing the military situation. Zhu Beichen tried his best to get close to them, but he always hovered at the top of the two, the existence of the two was like a silent pantomime, they couldn't hear what they were talking about, and they couldn't feel it at all, Zhu Beichen was suspended at the top.

This should be another dream, there are too many trances during this time, and Zhu Beichen himself can't tell the difference, but the scene in front of him is so real.

The light curtain changed drastically, still in the big tent, and it was still the dark night outside.

The man in the tent in a robe was lying on the sickbed at the moment, looking like a drooping old man, and his glowing eyes were gradually dimming, but the majesty of the long-standing position and the cultivation of elegant temperament was still the same, the man waved his hand, and the crowd dispersed with a sad look.

There was only one person left in front of the sickbed, and it was still the general in silver armor.

This scene should be a dying entrustment, but I don't know what this old man is explaining to this general, maybe it is a major event in the country after his return, or maybe it is the future strategy against the enemy.

Zhu Beichen only felt that the old man in front of him was unusually familiar, just like his relatives and his grandfather. Even if it is an old man who was in a high position before his death, there will be such a day when he will leave. Zhu Beichen also cried, he could feel the silence in this military tent, and he could feel the grief spreading everywhere in this military camp, as if he was a member of this ancient military camp. He was weeping too.

The silver-armored general did as the old man had ordered, and took out a beautifully carved wooden box from the corner of the tent. Zhu Beichen was trapped in mourning, and he always felt that he had missed a very important picture, and he couldn't say what it was.

The wooden box was being opened, as if it were carrying a very sacred object, and the general's hand trembled a little, carefully moving the bracket of the wooden box.

The wooden box was opened, and an object was taken out of it. It was a completely transparent object, and judging from the gesture of holding the object and the shape of the object, it should be an ancient seal, but it was completely transparent.

This ancient seal reflects the light in the tent, and it is extraordinarily magnificent. Nine sculptures were carved above the seal, resembling some kind of creature, with an elongated ball and a tail nearly equal to its body in tow.

Nine is the extreme number in ancient times, Zhu Beichen thought about something similar to this precious thing, plus the extreme number, this should be a dragon, but the shape is far from the dragon.

The ancient seal is transparent and unmixed, and the material looks like glass, but in this unknown era, is it possible to refine glass of such purity?

Zhu Beichen tried hard to see the inscription on that side, but no matter how hard he tried, his body was fixed in the air like this, unable to move a single inch, and he only had such a thought, for no reason.

The lettering on the print is very important, and it is important to yourself.

The light curtain changed again, and he came outside the tent. The previous crowd did not go far, they were still gathered outside the tent, everyone was silent and thoughtful. A soldier in the distance pulled out an unknown musical instrument, as if to blow the sorrow and sorrow of the barracks. Zhu Beichen naturally couldn't hear this elegy.

"The barren grass is vast, the poplars are also Xiao Xiao, the past was a soldier, and now the soul is gone," this song is sad, even if it is a silent song, Zhu Beichen is also like a voice in his ears, mourning endlessly, just like the parting of relatives, full of inexplicable emotions.

The old man in the military tent walked out majestically under the support of the soldiers and the silver-clad general, even though his body was old, the invisible majesty still shrouded the entire military camp. The crowd quickly gathered around and comforted the old man.

The old man in the Taoist robe looked at the starry sky indifferently, looking towards the north, the unwillingness on his face, as if mocking, as if he was laughing, and that look made people feel pity for a while.

The trance light curtain is like a water mirror, and the scenery in front of you changes again.

The mighty army retreated into the valley in an orderly manner, it was still a dark night, tens of thousands of people were silent, silently marching in the night with tens of thousands of torches, and white flags were held all over the ranks.

Zhu Beichen saw the old man's coffin, which was a huge and heavy coffin, carried by eight soldiers, and slowly walked towards the depths of the valley in the night.

Who is that person, his departure seems to have touched the hearts of tens of thousands of people, like a shattered Tarzan. And what does all this have to do with me?

Darkness struck again, blurring the view. There was silence again, accompanied by the disappearance of the subconscious.