Dizzy, I walked into a black mist, my soft body as if out of the ground, wandering at will.

Suddenly, a white light exploded, tearing apart the mist that had enveloped me. That feeling, like a dense black cloth, quickly withdrew from my body, allowing me to be naked in the light of the world without cover.

The bone-chilling coldness went from the soles of my feet, around my legs, across my chest, and into my brain.

The heavens and the earth turned into a vast white, like the beginning of winter snowfall, dyeing everything white.

With a "click", a crystal clear teardrop fell in front of me, smashing out a swaying water vortex.

Immediately afterwards, countless teardrops, from sparse to dense, from small to large, fell down, an unexpected rainstorm, roaring like thunder.

My shirt was soon wet with tears and clung to my flesh.

After a while, the rain of tears weakened, and only a few loose ones fell.

Amazed, I reached out and took one. The feeling of teardrops in the hand is warm and cold.

Suddenly, the tears in the palm of the palm, as if they had been hit with gas, gradually grew larger. First it becomes like a glass bead, then it becomes like a crystal ball, then it becomes like a transparent bowling ball. The scary thing is that it keeps getting bigger.

When I reached out with my free hand to pick it up, it turned into a transparent sphere as tall as mine.

At this time, a figure with his feet in the sky and his head facing the ground appeared in the sphere, and that person was Luo Xinyi.

She smiled and said: You can't run, blood debt and blood repayment.

"Ah, no."

I shouted, and quickly threw the transparent orb in my hand to the ground.

"How dare you throw me down?"

A thick voice came from within the sphere.

I glanced down and saw a person standing upright in the transparent sphere. This person is the village chief who committed suicide by disembowelment on the 30-acre ridge.

The village chief grinned, revealing two rows of yellow scales, and said with a smile: "I'll show you the stunt of swallowing the watch alive and cutting the abdomen with a sharp blade."

"Don't."

The huge decibel shook waves of air, shattering the transparent sphere in front of me.

"Are you so rude to a dead man?"

Before the villagers' souls scattered, they roared viciously.

Immediately afterward, the shattered orbs turned into transparent teardrops that fell all around me.

The cold grew stronger and stronger, and I felt that the murder was imminent, and I wanted to run away.

Suddenly, I heard a "bang", and the tears that fell to the ground turned into drops of red blood.

The blood and water converged, transforming into a sea of blood that gradually increased.

The tears that fell on me turned into crimson blood, enveloping my whole body.

"Nope."

I waved my hand and rubbed it vigorously in my chest.

With a "poof", the blood exploded, burning into clusters of red flames, which ignited on my body.

In an instant, I was anxious to extinguish the fire on my body, so I sank into the sea of blood desperately.

However, in the water, there were more than a dozen faces as white as frost lurking in the water, such as the yellow-robed warlock, Jiang Zhang and his wife, and Brother Da Wu.

They grimaced, let out bursts of laughter like ghostly roars, and swam towards me with their arms and legs.

I felt like I was about to be dragged underwater, and I couldn't breathe a breath in my throat that I couldn't spit out anyway.

When I stood on my toes, stood up and took a breath of fresh oxygen, the blood I was trapped in turned into a sea of fire with a heat wave.

Thousands of tongues of fire, like terrible wireworms, rushed towards me like thunder.

I don't feel a chill on my body anymore, and hundreds of millions of ganglia have been replaced by a violent numbness like electricity.

Blood-red flames slowly crept up my arms and wrapped around my neck. Then, it slowly eats away at my head.

Xu was so frightened that I didn't know how to be afraid in the past few days, and when I was dying, I closed my eyes, although I was unwilling, but I also smiled calmly.

Those who should come can't escape it.

"Wow," I heard the faint cry of a baby. The voice is crisp and immature.

I opened my eyes and looked into the distance, and in the sea of fire, there was actually Wenwen's figure floating.

His big black eyes stared at me for a moment, and his small mouth was raised, neither crying nor laughing.

I was looking at it strangely, he had already floated over, carrying a bath head in his hand, and handed it to me with both hands.

The raging sea of fire is still devouring me.

I snatched the shower head from Wenwen's hand and lifted it to the top of my head. The cool splash of water rushed down, dousing the fire in and around me.

When I went to look at Wenwen again, he was gone. All that's left in front of me is a vast white expanse.

With a "click", a cold and glistening knife was placed at my throat.

"Uncle, go to hell."

A voice mixed with the yellow-robed warlock, the village chief, the big martial brother, and several others rang in my ears.

In my ears, I clearly heard the sound of my head being cut off.

Wisps of hot blood poured rapidly from my broken neck canal into my chest.

More than a dozen knives went down, and my head was carried in the air by Wenwen in reverse.

Blood, like thick milk, dripped.

Before I closed my eyes, I saw my bloody neck and Wenwen grinning on my shoulder.

I finally wept bitterly, for my untimely death, and for my own death, from the hands of my relatives.

A thick palm covered my eyes and kept stroking my face.

When it touched my bloody neck, the light came on with a "poof".

I reflexively hugged the hand I touched.

"Xiaohua, it's Dad."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and a loving face appeared in front of him.

I clenched his arm and exhaled softly, drenched in a cold sweat.

He helped me up, brought me a cup of fragrant tea, fed me to drink, and said softly: Have you had a nightmare? It's the opposite in and out of dreams.

"Oh."

I replied weakly.

I glanced at the teacup in my hand, and saw that the tea was as red as jujubes.

I was puzzled, and turned my head to ask him, but to my surprise, sitting next to me was Wenwen with a blue face and a match in his hand.

"Ah," I said, my mouth wide open, staring at him in amazement.

He smiled sadly, and threw the blood-lit match into my mouth.

In a few moments, a flame jumped up and down in my belly, and instantly burned through my body.

In my ears, there was a series of voices made up of many people: Uncle, go to hell.