The skeleton monsters on the left and right in front of me took advantage of this kung fu to rush to the front, and I don't know if it was too seriously injured, or psychological effects, my feet no longer had the strength to stand firmly, and I fell on the corpse of the skeleton monster, and at the same time that my back touched the corpse, there was an incomparably sharp pain, and my whole body trembled in pain.

It may be that the blood splashed on my face, and my vision was blurred, only to see the dense black shadows in front of me, all of them extremely hideous, pulling a sharp voice that can kill, pounce on me.

I was powerless to resist, all the sensations in my body were occupied by the heart-rending pain, my eyes began to be completely unable to open, only to feel the sharp claws constantly grasping at my body, every time I scratched, I felt the sharp pain at the same time, as if another fountain gushed out, I knew, it was blood.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that you can't die, and your brain is still so clear, and your perception is still so strong.

Although my eyes were no longer visible, with every sharp pain, I could clearly see the white claws buckle the flesh on my body, and the hideous faces of the monsters when they bit the flesh.

I don't know what torture in hell is like, I don't know what people say about going to the oil pot, cutting off their tongues, etc., but I feel that the pain I am suffering now is even worse than that of hell.

Is this God punishing me? Or did I really come to hell? If you think that this is the underworld, it must not be far from hell, but what crime have I committed to be punished so cruelly?

At this moment, in addition to my clear mind, my body still has sense, I can't tell if I'm still breathing, maybe I'm dead, or I'm already dead, all of this is just a dream, and now I've just woken up, just woken up from hell-

I'm taking the punishment of hell, well, it must be.

Even if I could open my eyes now, I wouldn't do this, I can't imagine what my body looks like at this moment, probably only a skeleton is left, think about it, a skeleton still has thoughts, and consciousness, it's incredible.

So when I really die, will I become the same skeletons as them, that is, these skeletons have encountered the same experience as me, so they have become like this? So how did that original skeleton come to be?

I admire myself myself, in this kind of unimaginable pain, there is still leisure to think about some other things, alas, probably because I see life and death away.

Damn, I suddenly thought of that miscellaneous old man, no need to ask, all this is his ghost, what kind of hallucination? What teaches me the Tao? What kind of Hu Daxian, it's all, why am I wronged and hated him, and he actually did such a poisonous hand to me? Lao Tzu will not let him go if he is a ghost.

Thinking about the evil expression of Zamao looking at me, I have always suspected that this old guy is not a good thing, but I didn't expect it to really make me guess, he is trying to kill me, and the method is so cruel, thinking of this, the injuries on his body seem to be aggravated.

I could feel the sound of those sharp claws scraping against my bones at the moment, and I don't know why my body still hurts so much until now, even more so than just now.

I scolded the ancestors of countless generations of miscellaneous old ways in my heart, I can't wait to eat your flesh and drink your blood, I secretly swear, if I still have consciousness, if I can still touch him, he will be broken into thousands of pieces, damn, even so, it is difficult to solve the hatred in my heart.

Didn't he torture me like this, and when the time comes, I will let him die worse and more painful than I am, and I will ask him why he has treated me like this, and have I thrown his children into the well?

In the midst of pain and resentment, I don't know how long it has been, and it seems that the skeleton monsters gathered around me have dispersed, but the pain in my body has not diminished in the slightest, but has become more painful than before.

I couldn't stand it, I couldn't help but scream, because the room was small, the sound was infinitely amplified, the eardrums were buzzing, and it might be broken at any time, but even so, I couldn't suppress my screams.

What 10,000 steel needles pierced my body, what heart-rending, what a thousand cuts, I don't think these words can describe the pain I suffered at this time.

I gritted my teeth and gurgled, maybe they were all broken, but I couldn't stop, I hated, hated the old way, hated Hu Daxian, hated myself, I shouldn't have come here at all, or I should have killed the hairs first, if that was the case, I wouldn't have suffered so much now.

Suddenly, it seemed that everything around me was quiet, and the screams of those skeleton monsters were no longer audible, not even my own screams, am I dead?

I subconsciously opened my eyes suddenly, and suddenly found that the old road was next to me, leaning against the wall, standing there with my hands behind my back.

At this moment, all the resentment surged through me like a flood that burst the banks, and I widened my eyes, shouted, jumped up from the ground, and slashed at the neck of the hairy old man with a wave of my palm.

I wanted to let him suffer and then solve his life, but at this moment, my mind is hot, and I can't care so much, and the palm like a sharp blade draws a beautiful arc in the air, with full hatred, with the call of death, and slashes at the neck of the miscellaneous old man.

The palms of the hands fell, and at the same time the head fell to the ground, and the head of the old man rolled on the ground several times, leaning against the root of the wall, and did not move.

But the strange thing is that his body is as stable there as Mount Tai, standing still, now I'm angry, damn, they're all dead, and they're still having sex with me?

Just as I was about to go over and make up for it, I suddenly heard the sound of knocking behind me, and I broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly looked back.

Door? The door appeared? I gasped, and my mind calmed down a little, and I saw that my body, hands and feet, all of them were intact, and the hellish pain I had just felt was not felt at all. Am I back to normal again?

There was not a single skeleton on the ground, and there were no signs of a fight, except for some wetness, as if a layer of dew had fallen.

Is it really all just an illusion? That's all too true, right? If so, how can that layer of water on the ground be explained?

I gasped hard, my heart beat wildly, it seemed that I had killed the old man just now? Cut off his head?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly looked back, but I was surprised to find that there was still a miscellaneous old man, or that sentence, there was not even a single hair. (To be continued.) )