The power of thunder began to rage in his body, and the numb feeling began to rush up quickly, starting from the first thunder, this thunder seemed to have finally found an outlet, and all the thunder seemed to be slashing towards me, as if I had now become the most annoying creature on this immortal peak.

The numbness never ended from the beginning, so I'm like that now, keeping my punches in a posture, standing straight and straight in a sea of thunder.

The clothes have long since disappeared, and now I am standing naked in this thunder, like a sculpture carved in stone.

The body began to crumble, starting with the fist and extending all the way down the fist and wrist. The skin began to slowly fall off like those mottled bark in late autumn, and bright red flesh began to appear, small arcs of electricity traveled in the flesh, and the stimulated flesh and blood were faintly beating.

I don't know how long I can last, but it would be more accurate to say how long my body can last.

The skin on the body finally fell off cleanly, and the soul cleansing in the spirit platform had turned into a transparent color at this time.

Cleansing Soul sighed and sat down on the ground, he had already done everything he could, and he didn't know what else to do next.

The power of thunder, no matter what time it is, is a force that is awe-inspiring, because this power is too domineering, too pure, pure only destruction.

As time went on, the thunder continued to spread on my body, because without the help of the Soul Cleansing, the speed of my physical destruction became even faster.

After a few moments, my flesh had turned pale, for the blood in the middle had evaporated completely, and now all that remained was clean muscle.

The heart has been exposed to thunder, and small arcs of electricity have spread over the fist-sized heart.

It may really be unbearable. I sighed in my heart, but I didn't have too many regrets, after all, this kind of result is the most likely to happen, and I also hope that a miracle will happen, but if a miracle keeps happening, it can no longer be a miracle over there.

The muscles began to disappear, which was indeed much slower than the blood, but after all, it couldn't survive the thunder in the sky.

My body has changed from numbness at the beginning to a complete loss of consciousness now, and even when I saw that my muscles were slowly disappearing as if they were corroded by the wind on the plateau, there was no wave in my heart.

Finally, the muscles of the whole body disappeared cleanly.

The pale bones were presented in full before my eyes.

The white bones have tiny arcs of electricity flowing on them, and they look very good.

At this time, I saw a faint green in the silver white, and the green poured out of my back, like a hug, along my bones, slowly extended, and then climbed on top of the bones.

The green grows and then closes.

The thunder did not stop, and the arc of electricity kept jumping on those green plants. It's just that the green that looks emerald green and is almost a little weak and can't help the wind completely ignores those violent thunders, as if the power of those thunders is nothing more than some naughty children.

"Yes, it's dead. "That's what I thought before Wednesday died. In fact, Wednesday is not afraid of death, after all, this product is very clear, and it is a secret thing that he can have today, and the purpose is actually just to let himself understand what the law is, so the dark will not let himself hang up so easily, so it is really a big game.

It's just that this suffocating feeling is really fucking unbearable. On Wednesday, I felt like my chest was starting to catch fire, and it was getting hotter and hotter. After that, there was a feeling of swelling all over the body, Wednesday felt that his eyeballs were about to collapse out of his sockets, and Wednesday was even afraid, if he accidentally farted at this time, would he be because he found a breakthrough, and then he exploded directly, just like a watermelon falling from a height, bang, it exploded everywhere. But if you blow it up yourself, just blow up this dirt pit, and don't die that one, will the buddy who was buried alive with you be saved, in that case, it will be considered a merit.

If you let Dark know what Wednesday thinks now, I don't know what Dark will think, it's unlikely that you will kill Wednesday directly, but it's estimated that you can still do it if you get half dead.

Just when Wednesday was constantly suffering from the near-death feeling of suffocation, but the head directly jumped and began to be dirty, Wednesday felt someone next to him stab, and then the crazy pain hit again.

"This is the ...... of the hell I...... No way...... No, what's going on?" Wednesday looked at his situation, and all that was left was his face full of discomfort from the sudden change of images, and of course, a little anger at being disturbed by his dirty thoughts.

"Is this the end of Lao Tzu's life? Damn, it didn't take more than four hours from beginning to end, right?" Wednesday howled frantically, after all, he couldn't shout with a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth.

The scene around Wednesday changed again, and this time Wednesday was good, at least not sick and dying. It's just that there are a bunch of knives, scissors, and hammers around me, and it seems that my life will not be too smooth.

Wednesday's idea was right, Wednesday's role this time was a soldier who was captured on the battlefield, and he was full of joy that he could go to the international court, and then be rescued, and finally return home in triumph, and Wednesday even thought of his speech, but unfortunately it only took five hours for Wednesday to end his short life again. During the period, I cooperated with an anti-R organization to record a video for four hours, and then after the four people in front of me were cut throats one after another, I also experienced the sour feeling of cutting my throat. Although Wednesday still knew that he couldn't die, but seeing the four people in front of him being cut throats one after another, the helpless, fearful, helpless, and desperate eyes before death still made Wednesday feel uncomfortable.

The time that followed seemed to exist in a gradual and incremental way, and Wednesday lived longer and longer, and felt more and more and more clear.

For the hundredth time, Wednesday was clearly calculating. I have experienced a total of 99 lives on Wednesday before, which is short, but there are still many feelings. I have been poor, rich, good, evil, man, woman, old man, child, in short, Wednesday feels that I have really played countless roles, that feels bad, although I know that I will not die, but I still have countless feelings, just like the 3D movie I watched on Wednesday, I know that what is in front of me is only the screen, today's technology, I will not be hit by a screen with a blue nose and swollen face, but when I see the fist coming, I still have to dodge slightly, as for laughing at myself, I have to hide before I can laugh.

Now Wednesday feels like a mess of hemp, for life, their own understanding is described by a thousand threads will never pass, there will only be shortcomings, Wednesday feels that his head is going to explode, all kinds of negative emotions, gray tones are constantly repeated in their own consciousness, so that Wednesday has a kind of idea of grabbing them, pouring a little water, like noodles, kneading them, and then pulling them out of the head, and then throwing them far away.

Wednesday looked around me, which was already Wednesday's habit.

It's a village and it's peaceful.

There are several old people sitting on a pile of stones in the middle of the village, looking at the dusty play of a half-sized boy and a bare-bottomed child in front of him, the old man's eyes are natural and satisfied, and the child is like the dust raised by them, presumptuous, free, and unrestrained.

Someone approached, and a big hand slapped him on the shoulder, and he stumbled on Wednesday.

"Hey, what are you doing stupidly? Hurry up and help Xiao Jiu carry something. Wednesday's man pointed in the direction of the outside of the village with his bearded chin.

There was a delicate girl over there who was trying to move a pile of miscellaneous items, very heavy, and seemed to want to get them to the edge of the village.

"Oh, got it, Daddy. As he spoke, Wednesday's thoughts were momentarily jerky.

This life doesn't seem to be the same, as for the specific difference, Wednesday doesn't know, the overall feeling is that I seem to be more like a bystander, but I have an unusually real experience.

Wednesday saw himself smile a little, and then bared a mouthful of white teeth and ran towards the girl. When he got in front of the girl, he smiled at the girl again, and he didn't say anything, but directly took the sundries in the girl's hand, and ran happily towards the village. Wednesday saw that his eyes were like those old people and children, pure to see the bottom of his heart, and it seemed that even if the sand fell into such eyes, they would shine.

After Wednesday put the pile in front of the village, which was obviously the girl's house, he ran towards the girl, and the sun seemed to like Wednesday, and behind Wednesday was a happy shadow.

There was still a distance of ten meters from the girl, and Wednesday clearly knew that he should be standing in front of the girl the next moment, and then he smirked and looked at the girl in front of him carefully.

A long knife sprang out of the girl's body, along with the blood from the girl's body, the girl's long outstretched hands, her mouth opening and closing with difficulty, and Wednesday saw her calling her name.

The girl fell, her eyes full of tears, it hurt, it hurt.

Wednesday and himself were like rabbits frightened by the horn, straight and straight there, forgetting about themselves.

Some kind of weapon seemed to go across his waist, and Wednesday and himself fell to the ground.

Wednesday and himself tried to look up at the girl, and the girl slowly closed her eyes. There were all kinds of sounds behind him, laughter, screams, the sound of the wind from the swing of weapons, the muffled sound of men and women falling to the ground as they ran......

A group of people rushed into the village in a frenzy, slaughtering the lives of the village, and this life was not just human.

Wednesday and his eyes were blood-red, I don't know if it was because of the blood on my body or because of the world in front of me.

People keep falling, everyone knows their names, they all know their little secrets, they all know their generations, grandfather, grandma, uncle, aunt, father, mother, brother, sister, brother, sister, sister......

The killing came silently and ended just as quickly, with only Wednesday and a few strong young men alive in the entire village.

The murderer formed a formation in the middle of the village, and then Wednesday and the rest of the youth were driven to the middle of the village like cattle, and the language of the murderer came out of the murderer's mouth, and Wednesday saw himself staring at the man's mouth stupidly, and the whole person was like a sculpture on the street.

Slap yourself in the face.

Why don't you feel pain, Wednesday is the same as yourself, you don't feel pain.

The standard long knife was waved, and Wednesday saw blood spurting out of his neck frantically, his face instantly turned pale, and the feeling of weightlessness instantly surrounded his body, and he fell down, his eyes were dull.

"Get up, get up, get up!" Wednesday shouted frantically, but unfortunately Wednesday was just an audience, an audience who was too deep into the play, and could only watch powerlessly as the murderer drove the remaining young people to clean up the entire village, and the corpses were piled up in the middle of the village, and then a fire set all the corpses on fire, and the remaining young people also fell into the fire after a few gunshots, and the aroma of roast meat rushed into Wednesday's senses, although he was dead, but Wednesday's feeling was clearer, and the aroma made him want to vomit and cut off his nose.

The time is December 13th, and Wednesday knows, remembers, and does not dare to forget this day.

Wednesday felt his fingers, and the power filled his body, even though it was still pale.

Yes!

The sound of blood echoed through the village.

Wednesday dragged his cold, pale body and slowly straightened up.

Wow!

The sound of violence came, accompanied by the sound of a long knife waving. Wednesday watched as the long knife swung in slow motion, slowly slashing at his shoulder.

Boom!

The long knife slashed on his shoulder, like defeating leather, a dull, dilapidated sound came out, and the muscles squirmed, and the long knife was embedded in his shoulder, and not a trace of blood came out.

Yes!

Wednesday seems to have lost the ability to speak, and can only replace all language with roaring, and Wednesday really feels what pain is, the pain of no feeling, no thought, no heart.

The next moment, Wednesday stretched out his hand, slowly stuck his hand on the neck of the "long knife", watched the feet of the long knife slowly leave the ground, and his face slowly turned the color of pig liver.

The long knife's body became as cold as his own, and Wednesday let go of his palm, and the body was thrown to the ground. His eyes swept over the fire, the flame was the color of fiery red, Wednesday had never seen fireworks like that, like life.

Turning his head, Wednesday looked at the murderers around him, looking at their trembling legs, Wednesday suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at the sadness of his family, laughing at Wednesday's incompetence, laughing at pathetic humanity......

Haha, haha, hahahaha......

Wednesday's hoarse laughter rang out in the middle of the quiet village, more bitter than crying, colder than darkness, bleaker than tragedy, more vicissitudes than ancient.

As his body shook, the village was full of his own shadows, and his bodies in the fire were grabbed one by one and placed neatly in the center of the village, and the flames on his body were extinguished with a wave of his hand on Wednesday. The skin cut by the weapon healed rapidly, and even the clothes returned to their previous appearance, and everyone seemed to be asleep, but unfortunately Wednesday clearly knew that they would not wake up, so they could only fall asleep like this.

Wednesday's body shook again, and the murderer in the village was folded into a pile of people, his hands were bluffed, and the murderer seemed to be wrapped in an invisible hand, and then Wednesday's hands were violently put together, and then continued. Wednesday didn't know how many times he had repeated this action, and the murderer in front of him had already been dismantled into a pile of dust by his own hands.