"It's not my house!"

"Where is this?"

With a question mark on his head, Ding Qiang looked at the bed he was lying on. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Where is this bed, is it a coffin! Who threw Lao Tzu into the coffin, is there such a play." He is usually gentle and elegant, but he rarely bursts into foul language.

No, looking at the animal skin on his body, he didn't know what kind of animal skin it was, and the original clothes were changed in a daze. He grew up in the countryside, and he followed his grandfather to hunt in the mountains, and he was confused for a while. If you look closely at this room, the furniture and furnishings are completely unprecedented, and the style and silhouette are simple and rough. The only benches are not regularly geometric. It's kind of a savage style. Even the coffin is a strange one, carved out of wood. There is no trace of assembly.

After the surprise, the pain in his body gradually came up, and he couldn't help but cry out. "Ahhhhh......h

The door was suddenly opened, and a big plush head came out, muttering a lot of words in his mouth, Ding Qiang thought he couldn't understand, and after the terrifying hair head finished speaking, he suddenly found that he could understand it.

"Aren't you dead, how come you are alive again. Don't be scary, people die every day in this place, but there hasn't been a single dead one who has come back to life. Your kid's life is so hard, this is a person who has been dead for 3 days. Still alive, there is nothing to say. Why do you come back to life, you might as well die!"

Ding Qiang suddenly found that his feelings were despised alive.

This old monster, Marabi, I have dreamed of it. Exercise!

In an empty grassy shack, there was a deep wail.

At this time, it is midnight.

......

It turned out that because of overtime, he didn't notice that a person fell ill at home. Never had a severe cold, high fever, chills, headache, fatigue, loss of appetite, frequent cough, pharynx congestion with signs of herpes and ulcers, oozing tonsils, and obvious sore throat.

In a daze, he touched the usual medicine at home and ate it, and lay on the bed.

But he had a strange dream: in the dream, he sat on a mat on the floor with his daughter in his arms and played. The daughter touched his nose with his little hands and tickled, and he pierced his daughter's little hands with his beard stubble, piercing all his thoughts and love into his daughter's tender little flesh, making her scratch his face with her two little hands. Scratching and scratching, his nose itched, and he couldn't help but turn his head and sneeze a lot. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell straight to the ground.

Like a black hole, pulling him into a bottomless abyss. The consciousness continued to fade, as if he was about to die, but the strange thing was that he was still conscious, and he felt that he was spinning, spinning, spinning, he was about to vomit blood, and he was still spinning. Obviously unconscious, and still have such a real feeling, it is uncomfortable to die. Just like the scary dream he had when he was a child, he fell from the sky again. Always doesn't touch the ground, and the heart hangs high, which is terrifying.

My heart is almost up to my throat. Finally, I saw a cloud of white light, just like water, and I finally didn't have to be afraid, but fortunately I fell into the "water". When Ding Qiang thought like this, in a daze, he landed.

"Tom!"

It hurts, why does it hurt so much?

"Don't bring this, girl, come really!" Ding Qiang bared his teeth and opened his eyes indignantly.

Finally woke up from the dream.

The world after waking up from the dream has completely changed, with low well-fenced shacks, rough wooden furniture, strange decorations, tall jungles through the leaves, and completely unfamiliar wooden inscriptions, all suggesting that this place no longer belongs to the once familiar planet.

Slowly crawled out of the coffin, moved the place, leaned against it and gasped.

The pain of the shelf scattered all over his body, this small movement, he quickly lost consciousness, and in a daze, he felt that someone rushed in, hugged him, yelled, he didn't know anything, and passed out.

When he woke up again, he was already leaning against the coffin board, with a layer of hay under his body, and his shoulders were leaning against a soft linen pillow bag.

"Water, Water ......"

shouted twice, the hoarse sound of the crockpot, only he could hear.

The chapped lips, which were obviously covered with blood scabs, squirmed for a few moments, and a stream of heat that seemed to burn fire rushed up from the abdomen and rushed up the esophagus.

Ding Qiang thought he was going to vomit blood, but this burning heat did not come out of his mouth, but went straight to his brain. In an instant, he felt that he had lost consciousness and entered a trance into chaos.

In the haze, someone exclaimed: "Wake up, don't fall asleep, wake up!"

I felt that my body was shaking, the pain in my body had disappeared, my five senses had been completely lost, and there was only boundless heat, scorching!

This kind of scorching heat, which makes people drunk and makes people crazy.

But I can't be in a coma, it's like baking myself on the stove!

The heat had turned into pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the burning pain of the skin seemed to come from the root of the tooth, and went straight to the depths of his brain.

In the simple wooden house, the only person was already in a mess, and the tribal warriors on the ground who had come back to life were already in pain, and the symptoms were very similar to the signs of madness, and the whole body was hot, and even faintly approaching him could burn his soul.

This?

Could it be the flame of the soul?

The legendary immortality secret art is a taboo in the mainland, and is collectively called "resurrection technique" by martial artists.

"What's going on?"

The old man had been forced back from the side of his body by Ding Qiang, and he still felt the pain of the slightest burning sensation eroding through his skin, so he had no choice but to retreat from the room.

As a result, the sky above his head showed a vision, and a milky white halo that penetrated into the sky with colorful light went straight down from the clouds, like a meteor smashed into the screaming Ding Qiang body in the room.

A wave of blinding white light exploded, and the old man who was about to force his way in was blasted out of the doorway.

The sight was white, and a book with colorful divine light faintly disappeared into Ding Qiang's body, and the hoarse shouting gradually calmed down, and the dazzling white light disappeared quickly, coming and going faster!

The old man finally rushed in, and with a soft air of the energy just now, he was not injured, and rushed into the house, and when he saw that the person was no longer burning, he was fainting softly against the coffin board.

Everything in the room was as before, as if nothing had happened, with an ethereal spirit.

The old man scratched his head, surprised, puzzled, could it be that this was the rumor that the empire had provoked a premeditated massacre, and for this reason, the tribe was displaced and almost wiped out?