When Balk woke up, he heard that the Silver Spear Team had won another game, and he was very excited when he screamed wildly, and his eyes and nose were smiling on his big bear-like face. He called Aya into the wooden house and asked the whole process in detail, until he stabbed the bear to death and turned into a human, all of them clapped their hands.

Then he himself came out again and summoned the spearmen to the hut to reward the flesh. Koya said that he was a little upset and would not go with everyone anymore, so he waved at Amos and ran to the woods for convenience.

Amos was very worried, the Dead Battalion annoyed the Tiger Legion, and there must be no good fruit to eat. And Balk is so brainless that he really doesn't know how to save the scene.

But he was wrong!

The savage Balk is also insidious and shrewd. When Amos and the other eighteen team members came to the wooden house empty-handed and waited in line for the reward, Balk's face changed and he dragged Aya, who was beaten into a dog, out of the house. I don't know what kind of torture I suffered, but the opposite side was swollen into a dog's face.

These people instantly understood and knew that they had been pitted and became Balk's substitutes. But just as he wanted to turn around and escape, the inspection team was already standing around him with a ghost-headed broadsword. At first, I thought I was here to watch the ceremony, but now I know that I am here to die. Several outlaws were not convinced, and wanted to fight hard, and the supervision team raised their knives and confessed the four huge heads.

After being captured, Amos had 10,000 horses running by in his heart, and he blamed himself for having a dog's eyes! He even sought life and death for others, and he was about to go to the gallows in the blink of an eye, why didn't he have as much brains as Koya, this deserter was estimated to have run out of two miles earlier.

Fifteen prisoners of the Silver Spear Team, as the culprit of the accidental wounding of friendly soldiers, Balk personally escorted them to the outpost camp. At this time, the Tiger Legion had just accepted the reality of the fiasco, so they ordered their troops to slaughter the entire camp of the dead, and let Balk block it.

Beheading was no longer enough to appease the anger of the Tiger Legion, and they put Aya on death row first, and then gave an account to Shangfeng in the future. And Amos, including fourteen gunmen, were brutally beaten by a group of people. The LTTE soldiers punched and kicked them, causing their heads to bleed and crying, killing three people on the spot.

These soldiers still didn't get rid of their hatred, and dragged eleven dying silver spear members to the fields outside the town, and dug a pit in public and buried them alive!

In the huge mass grave, eleven men were stacked together like dead fish. The dirt poured from the head covers the eyes and the blue sky and white clouds. The dead soldiers in the pit no longer pleaded, and laughed at the incompetence of the Tiger Legion, "You bunch of wretched! Eighteen years later, when Lao Tzu comes back, he will still beat you to the ground!"

Amos wasn't at the bottom, not at the top, but just as miserable. When the last pomp of dirt covered the light, the dead man's pit was suffocated, and the man who had just laughed and scolded life was in a state of flux.

Some of the dead men deliberately laughed for fear of the dark, some cried loudly, and some told the brothers above not to press too hard and move their bodies to catch their breath. But soon, the bottom brother was silent and suffocated.

Amos is not afraid of the dark, but he doesn't want to die, he promised his grandmother that he would survive no matter what. He felt bitter in his heart, what had happened in the past few years? How could he unconsciously deviate from the principle of preserving life so much?

In the endless darkness, surrounded by the breath of death, Amos was depressed and helpless, and his heart was completely opened. I'm about to meet my grandmother in heaven, and there is really no nostalgia for this dark world.

Amos, on the occasion of his death, was completely open in his free heart. It was as if the spirit of the heart was moving farther and farther away, from his own hands and feet, to the brothers below, and finally to the farthest person in the pit of the dead. The details of the dead man's pit are loaded in his heart, and it seems that everything is witnessed in his heart, knowing that one brother after another is suffocating to death, and knowing that the brothers' bodies are slowly becoming stiff. And every brother who died had a last breath of breath.

What is this? Free minds are questioning. In the spiritual touch, these curling breaths, like the souls of everyone who can't bear to leave, slowly floated up from below, hovering above the pit of the dead. Later, these breaths collided and merged with each other, merging into a gray air mass floating on top.

Another brother couldn't stand it anymore, and he couldn't leave the lost life even if he tried his best. His last breath of nostalgia for the world also escaped into the air mass above. Amos didn't know if he would be left with a breath after he died, and he would merge into it.

His * felt more and more depressed, and his head was swollen and aching. But the wonderful feeling in the free mind is still clear, and the wisdom can still be counted, and it is already the tenth breath that flies.

"I'm going to die, too. But what is this gray air mass?" Amos was still thinking as he was dying. In the extreme suffocation, he took a breath of this breath.

The air mass above seemed to move for a moment, and then immediately returned to its original state. But Amos sensed it keenly, and it was shaking in his direction. So I inhaled violently, but the air mass didn't move again, was it just an illusion?

"It's really boring, can you take this breath as a spirit?" Amos smiled bitterly, the air in the pit was enough for this mouthful, and the next thing was endless death.

But this mouthful of ** caused the air mass to move again, and this time the shaking amplitude was even greater.

It's not the body that breathes, it's the mind that breathes!

The dying Amos, whose mind was very active, immediately figured out that this gray aura could only be perceived by the mind, not in the reality of the dead man's pit.

Suck! Suck again!

Not knowing if he was dead or not, Amos just immersed himself in the touch of his heart, trying to breathe in the unknown. Slowly, the air mass left its original position and moved gently.

In the relaxed free mind, his breath is like an invisible thread, holding this gray air mass, slowly pulling it closer like a kite.

For the mystery of the unknown, Amos has no fear and no fear. People are dead, what are you afraid of?

No matter how far away the mountain is from the sea, the river can flow to the other side. No matter how long the kite string is, there will be a time when it will be finished.

I don't know how much time passed, it seemed like a day, it seemed like a year, and the gray air mass finally approached Amos's heart. And the closer the air mass is, the more mysterious it feels. In the distance, the air mass was gray, but now when I leaned into my heart, I could already see through it, exuding a glass-like brilliance.

The gray air mass is full of light and mysterious, and it is another world. Amos let the air mass stop in front of him, and slowly touched it with his mind, afraid that it would be a soap bubble, and it would burst if he poked it.

But fortunately, the air mass is more like a soft glass bead covered with dirt, and the more the soul is wiped, the clearer the brilliance inside becomes.

One, two, three...... , Amos was surprised to find that the colors inside were faintly separated, and when he counted them carefully, there were ten colored beads!

Ten Silver Fighting Spear Team Dead Soldiers!Ten Souls!Ten Colored Beads!

Amos immediately realized that this was a mysterious thing related to the soul.

The air mass was drawn closer from afar, and the color changed from gray to bright, and Amos was completely immersed in the touch of his heart. Time is also passing quickly, and the soil of the mass grave has dried up, and the weeds on it are beginning to take root.

There is a white root that grows out of the soil. In the dark soil, the root made a few bends, and then seemed to grow eyes, and the target was clearly pierced into the mass grave.

When Amos pulled the air mass to his heart, the white fibrous roots had just passed through the soil. Seeing that the air mass did not float on the top, but fell to the middle of the dead body, Bai Gen was also in a hurry, and his growth rate increased sharply, and he crawled towards the air mass from a distance.

Unbeknownst to Amos, there were competitors in the pit of the dead, and he was still studying carefully. But after this white root grew, it didn't pause, and plunged into the soft glass ball.

What is this for? Amos was surprised. And the next moment, he felt bad. The colored beads in the air mass, after a while, there was one less effort, did you let the white root eat it?

The roots, which had been white just a moment ago, have now changed color and are beginning to redden. Strange, this soul can still have something to do with the roots?

One more! Amos was stunned, and swallowed another one. And this root has officially turned light red. After absorbing the colored beads, the white root grew rapidly.

Don't snatch me!! But this air mass, staying outside the mind, seems to have some barrier to block it. What should I do?

The light red roots, the suction is even wilder, and soon swallows another colored bead. The color of the roots changes again, and it is a faint yellow.

Get out of here! Amos's mind was restless, trying to drive the roots away. But now the mind can only perceive, pale and helpless to the greedy robbers. The yellowish roots still do not let go of the air mass and do not give up the opportunity to devour the colored beads. The tip of the root swinged, aiming at a colored bead, wrapped in a bag and swallowed again. Ten colored beads, which will make it eat four!

Amos felt like he was going crazy, and the flesh in his mouth was half bitten off. If you don't think about it, the back half is gone, and the roasted duck can fly!

Leave them all to me! Amos had an idea, and a few tentacles grew from the surface of his mind, swaying like fibrous roots. These psychic tentacles pierced into the air mass, encircled all the remaining colored beads, and then wrapped them one by one, learning to swallow the colored beads into the soul.

"It's only six, and give me back the four!" Amos's heart burned, and a psychic tentacle flew up and reached for the yellowed roots. He wants to catch the robbers and take back his treasure.

But the root whiskers were very alert, and shrank back like a snake, and quickly retracted. Amos's heart tentacles are in hot pursuit, and he is determined to leave Huang Gen behind.

The tentacles lengthened, and the yellow roots shrunk and thickened. But it was in a hurry to run for its life, not wanting to do more entanglement, and hastily pumped out the soil. The tentacles of the soul chased after each other, and together they drilled out of the ground, and in a trance they saw the yellow root being collected into a broad-leaved plant.

But the tentacles of the soul only came out of the ground, and the fierce sunlight shone brightly, and it quickly scorched and burned!

Amos was so startled that he quickly retracted, but the flame of sunlight was so vicious that it burned down the tentacles. He panicked in his heart, and the gecko severed the long tentacle like a broken tail, so as to avoid burning to the end of the body.

Remembering this painful lesson, Amos hid in the darkness and licked his wounds. Such a long tentacle is gone, and the loss of mind is great. The free mind seems to be scattered.

The yellow root shrank to the thickness of a baby's arm, and after the soil was pulled out in a hurry, it left a long hollow that connected the mass grave to the ground. Fresh air seeped into the pit, and Amos, like a dried fish, suddenly opened his mouth to gasp, feeling so good to be alive.

Trying to move his body, Amos moved his brother, barely exposing his mouth and nose, greedily inhaling a little more outside air.

But suddenly I heard a thunderclap, and the summer rainstorm is coming!

He heard helplessly, and the rain was pouring down outside, and the ground soon became a rain country. Stagnant water flows down through the soil cavities and blocks the valves again.

Is this the curse of the god of light? Amos closed his eyes in despair, and only then did he have a little life, and then he died in the blink of an eye. The rain that flowed down from the hollow poured more and more, simmering from beneath the pit of the dead, and soon flooded his mouth and nose, drowning out the last glimmer of chance.

It was a fake death just now, but now it's a real death!

But after returning to the dying state, his heart suddenly became brilliant!

The six colored beads that were caught just now are scattered and flying in the heart, and each one is full of brilliance, illuminating the spiritual space. Like beautiful sunlight flying in a dark and barren hole, the small space suddenly opens up, the bottom is smooth as a mirror, and the top is gray.

These six colored beads suddenly burst apart after flying for a while, turning into a rainbow in the sky. The rainbow rises in the mind and flies to it, covering the mind into a colorful sky. The extra wisps turn into beautiful light and rain down. The ground was instantly covered with green grass, and the greenery was flat.

Seeing the beautiful spiritual space, Amos sighed, is this the final destination?