Wang Wang suddenly remembered that he was dead, and took out the intestines from his stomach with his own hands, and then wrapped them around his neck, and was strangled to death by his own hands. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Wang Wang looked at the surrounding environment curiously, this is where people die! For a while, he thought that he had gotten rid of the man and the woman, the city where he had lived for so long, the madhouse, the fat body, and even the inferiority complex and miserable life, the lonely soul began to feel full, radiating a kind of indifference and freedom from the inside out, as well as contempt for death. Death, that's it!

"The effect is good, it seems that I didn't help you with the operation in vain!" The voice that Wang Wang didn't want to hear now sounded in the air, that little sheep's horn! The inexplicable Wang Wang had the courage to struggle, and shouted hysterically: "Come on, come on, you devil! Lao Tzu is dead, and I will be afraid that you will not succeed, don't you want to kill me! Come on! Come on!"

"Don't be so arrogant, do you think I can't do anything if you die?"

Wang Wang's soul shook violently, he felt a great threat, and when he thought about it, he was already dead, what else would he be afraid of? So he shouted: "It's a big deal, it will disappear, do you think I will mind? At most, I will die again, come on, Lao Tzu is waiting for you!"

The little horn didn't respond at all, just laughed and laughed very happily.

Wang Wang had just been righteous and awe-inspiring, but now his soul was shaken faster and faster by the presumptuous, nonsensical, and mocking laughter of the little sheep's horns, and began to become blurred, Wang Wang let go of his heart and felt that his soul was getting weaker and weaker, and thought to himself, is it really going to disappear?

Just the moment when Wang Wang felt that he was about to disappear, the little sheephorn said: "You are in my body now, when those life reapers are gone, I will put you back, and then you will yell at me again, I will give you a chance!"

Wang Wang felt a great horror for a while, sometimes it is not a happy thing to return to Yang, it is not worth being happy, just like now! Wang Wang felt that his soul was about to burn, the desire and happiness he had were brought to him by death, and he had no nostalgia for being born at all, compared to death, life is purgatory, and it is the real source of pain, and now the little lamb's horn wants to stuff himself back into that body, that is, to put his soul in hell and torture again, compared to letting himself dissipate, this is far more painful than letting himself disappear, yes, this is the most vicious revenge!

Wang Wang's soul trembled incessantly, shouting over and over again, from "I won't go back, I won't go back!" to "Please, don't let me go back!" From high-pitched to low, from passionate to pleading, from angry to humble, just like the process of going from an unyielding warrior to a servant with his head bowed to his ears. No one responded to him, no one comforted him, he could only stand there alone, one high-pitched, one humble, and the process from warrior to slave was known only to him, but he could not clearly feel the change in his soul, so now he did not know that he had become a slave.

I don't know how long it took, until Wang Wang's cry of renunciation, until he wiped out the cowardice that sprouted from his heart, until he regarded life and death as the same destination, and until he accepted the mission of killing the man and his family, the little sheep's horns finally appeared.

"Ah, the transformation is even better than I expected!" said the little sheephorn in surprise, "Am I going to give a demon seal?" After a pause, the little sheephorn seemed to have made some decision. Wang Wang felt that his soul began to ache, and a scorching light began to shine from his chest, and complex pictures and texts appeared in the light, like a totem engraved with a small sheep's horn, as the severe pain and light became brighter and brighter, the seal became clearer and clearer. It is strange that in the face of such a burning pain that penetrates deep into the soul, Wang Wang did not roar or struggle, and treated it with unusual calmness, even coldness.

The little horn shouted happily: "Wow! That's great, it's really fulfilling!"

Wang Wang glanced at it lightly, and a scorching light appeared in his eyes.

"Wow, wow, wow, that's exciting! I'm going to grow up very quickly!"

The corners of Wang Wang's mouth hooked a wicked smile: "Yes, you will grow very fast, you will!"

The little sheep's horns couldn't help but shudder, this feeling rarely appeared in the demon's heart, but it felt very exciting, and even made it tremble with excitement "Wow, cool!"

"Alright, the Reaper is gone!

Wang Wang felt that his soul was slowly being withdrawn, entering from a certain place to a certain place, and that place felt so familiar, so intimate, but so strange and cold.

After Wang Wang's soul was extracted, the corpse lost the support of life, and the fat began to soften, and finally spread flat on the floor of the toilet, leaving only the skeleton to support a small amount of flesh in a twisted posture and stand in the paralyzed mud, from above, you can even see Wang Wang's skull, collarbone, ribs, hip bones, and even the bones of the thighs and calves can see the outline.

All that was left of the room was the sound of falling water in the toilet, and the door that had been snatched away was still open, and with the squeak of the wind blowing in, it opened and closed like a bellows working.

The strange thing is that the corpse began to be full with the agitation of the "bellows", starting to be full from the skeleton, supporting the facial features, chest, and abdomen little by little, and the whole corpse came alive in ten minutes.

The door suddenly "clanged", as if it had been vigorously pushed open, and there was a loud bang on the wall behind the door, so it woke up the corpse on the ground, and Wang Wang opened his eyes.

There was the deepest, coldest, most terrifying flame burning in his eyes, and he said in a low, terrible voice that seemed to exist only in hell: "I'm back!"

Propping up his body, he sat on the bed where the woman had once walked, and there seemed to be the smell of the woman's perfume on the bed, which reminded Wang Wang of the man, and seemed to think of the man's eyes and face.

With a hint of evil smile on the corner of Wang Wang's mouth, he said in a gentle voice, "Are you also waiting for me to come back?"