In the center of the blackscale space, there was a large purple mist slowly fluttering, and in the purple mist sat the seal inscription.

The purple qi slowly penetrated into Feng Ming's body at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, but Feng Ming himself was unaware of it.

"Still doesn't work?"

Feng Ming closed his eyes tightly, and a voice slipped through his heart.

Feng Ming still doesn't know what to do in order to unlock the remaining "four nos"?

There is no specific range of limits, so how can I now * myself * to the limit, for me, the word limit is not something that a person can easily do, but at the moment I don't know the meaning of this limit, how to do it?

Feng Ming's heart began to be restless, in this place where there was no living life except him, he felt like a primitive person, no one could communicate with him, let alone help him with ideas, and he could also feel that a lot of time had passed since he first came in, and now he didn't have much time to waste, which was also the main reason for Feng Ming's irritability.

"Is this the rhythm of death? I can't really get out for the rest of my life!"

Feng Ming silently read out, at this time he had already opened his eyes and combed his hair irritably with his hands, but it was still dark in front of him, and he couldn't see anything, no different from closing his eyes.

But when Feng Ming was rubbing his hair, his hand suddenly stopped on his head, and then he kept chanting in pieces: "Death, death, death, death......"

When Feng Ming said the fourth "death", he suddenly shouted:

"Isn't that the limit?"

After saying what Feng Ming did next, no one would have expected his jaw-dropping movements.

He actually raised his left hand, and then bit his wrist, which was a fatal place, and once he accidentally injured the artery in his wrist, it was no different from cutting his wrist to commit suicide.

No one knew what Feng Ming was thinking at this moment, doing this kind of non-human practice, Feng Ming bit on it, and blood immediately gushed out, and bright red blood flowed out of his wrist, which looked extremely strange in this black space.

Feng Ming frowned faintly, it was the first time he had "committed suicide by cutting his wrists", of course he didn't know that it would hurt to commit suicide like this, so his brows furrowed slightly.

Even Feng Ming, who bit his wrist, did not stop his strange behavior, as if he still felt that the blood was not flowing fast enough, and wanted to help "it" again, his left hand clenched his fist, so that the nerves were tense and the blood flowed faster.

Is it really the rhythm of death?

Soon, Feng Ming's face changed, his face gradually turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and his body that wanted to stand up was also shaky and weak.

"Isn't that enough?"

Feng Ming seemed to be asking himself, and he seemed to be asking others.

His consciousness began to blur, and blood was still flowing from his wrist, and at this rate, Feng Ming would soon become a dry corpse.

Weak as a seal, he lay weakly in the space on all fours, and muttered incoherently:

"The limit, death, should be approaching, it should be near!"

Feng Ming's breathing was very short, it seemed that most of his blood had flowed out, but it was just flowing down his wrist, and he couldn't see where the blood had flowed at all, and the dark space couldn't be seen clearly.

Feng Ming's breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and his heartbeat is also showing a downward trend.

"Still doesn't work?"

"ps: There are so few collection recommendations.,I don't know if it's a ghost burial book.,If you have any good opinions about this book, you can comment in the book review area.,I hope you can collect and recommend more.,No recommendation, no collection, no sad to say.。 」