The two little hands that could be blown and broken were unconsciously grasping and releasing outside the shriveled and thin chest, as if looking for their mother's feeding, which looked cute and pitiful.

After the two infants' little hands pierced the old man's chest, his breath, which had been exhausted as if it were a well at the bottom, suddenly weakened and became scarce.

The old man's wrinkled face quickly turned white with the constant movement of his little hands, and in a few moments it had become miserable white, pale and dark red mixed on the old man's face, outlining a gloomy and dead silence that seemed to come from hell.

The pair of white and lovely little hands suddenly pushed towards the outside of the chest, that is, two elbows were pierced, and then there was almost no pause, and with the elbows, the bent little arms were quickly bent inward, and the small white hands were pressed on the dry chest between the two arms.

The old man's chest was torn open with a "hiss".

A ravine like an abyss opened from the old man's chest, but there was not a drop of red blood flowing out, and in the wide open chest, a baby with a snow-white body but no head slowly leaned out, surrounded by divine light, like a god son who had come into the world.

Everything seems to have never stopped or ended in the flowing water of time.

But just as the baby, who had no head but made people feel like he was laughing, pushed his hands to the sides, trying to drill out of the withered and decaying body in one fell swoop, the old man, who seemed to be just one step away from turning into ashes and blending into the soil like those seeds, had a fierce look on his face, grabbed one of the baby's small hands with one hand, and then sank violently, tearing the snow-white headless baby in half.

The old man seemed to have finally exhausted his last bit of energy, and fell softly back into the puddle of blood, his pale and messy hair was glued together by the crimson blood, and the blood on his face and mouth, as well as the fierce expression that solidified on his face, together with a terrifying Shura picture.

The snow-white headless baby was torn in half by the old man in one fell swoop, and only then did he react consciously, and out of nowhere he made an unbelievable childish voice, as long as he listened, it seemed that he could see a small baby's face full of surprise and fear.

"You, you, are you crazy!"

But after such a word, the snow-white baby quickly disintegrated from the crack that tore him apart, turning into a little snow-white silver, only a few flickering in the endless darkness, and then disappeared.

In fact, it was the old man himself who was rapidly dissolving the cloudiness in his eyes, and he didn't know why he did this, let alone what the baby who pierced out of his chest was.

But he did just that, as if there was no reason, but his heart was still beating, as if there was such an impulse, as if this impulse had been suppressed by him for countless years.

He wanted so.

But it wasn't because of the gloomy venting in this boundless darkness, not because of "tearing something" and "tearing something", he felt that the newborn baby in his chest was full of vitality and vitality, and that he would have a future that was not what he wanted most, but it was not bad.

But he wanted to end something, start something, and didn't want to repeat everything he hated over and over again.

So at the end of his life, he ended the beginning of another life.

Then in front of his quickly blurred eyes, the eternal darkness finally changed, a snow-white long hair fluttered to the waist, the face was exquisite, so beautiful that it seemed not to be a girl from the world, wearing a snow-white dress, slowly walking from the farthest place in his sight, a pair of smooth and clean like a snow-white fluorescent bare feet, and the same color of the long skirt skirt and skirt set off each other, with the ups and downs, every time landed, there will always be a blue snow lotus from the dark void like ice crystals, supporting the snow-white barefoot.

As the girl slowly approached, Xun Ming, who was already old and smoldering, everything in front of him became more blurred little by little, looking at the little snow white that gradually enlarged in the endless darkness in front of him, he seemed to have a premonition of something, and in a trance and confusion, he wanted to do his best to force a breath of essence, and wanted to take a look at it even before he died, but in the end, it was the exhaustion of manpower, and he couldn't ask for it.

His vision became more and more blurred, and the boundless darkness around him seeped into the center like ink, like an infinite number of tiny black insects, constantly eating away at the last bit of vision in his eyes.

The heart was like a spring water that had finally dried up, Xun Ming felt his wide open chest, the heart that was as dying as him gradually slowed down, and finally stopped beating, returning to dead silence, and the feeling of dizziness suddenly became intense, making the last bit of snow white in Xun Ming's eyes also become shaky, as if it would disappear in the next moment, blending into the darkness.

At the end of his life, his parched lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he still didn't say anything, not even the slightest sound.

Just when his last glimmer of divine light was about to be completely extinguished, he heard a cold but obviously complicated woman's voice ringing in his ears:

"Are you stupid?"

After hearing this somewhat unfamiliar, but it was an extremely familiar voice to him, the old figure that seemed to be turning into dry bones in the next moment, suddenly burst out with a strong momentum, the old face covered with bloodstains, even the wrinkles were pale, grinning an incomparably cheerful smile, in the arbitrary laughter, Xun Ming's old age faded like a tide, as if the flowing water of time flowed backwards, so that he was transformed back into the jade tree in a few moments.

At this time, in his mind, there was no question of where he was, why he was here, and whose voice the woman in his ears came from.

Some have just one simple thought:

"Her voice is still so good."

I don't know if I noticed the thoughts in the heart of the fool lying on the ground in front of me who kept laughing, just when Xun Ming was cold and a carp stiffened, and wanted to hug the beautiful girl by surprise, a cold slap fell on his face, hitting his eyes obliquely upward, and the eyelids that were about to open were just halfway open, and they closed obediently.

The body that had just stood up fell softly again, and he was still laughing like a fool in the last second, and in the next second, he fell into a baby-like sleep.

Shaking her wrist slightly, the beautiful girl in a white dress raised her eyebrows slightly, but in the end, she suppressed the strangeness that appeared in her heart, turned around and disappeared into the white dress that was floating like snow.

As the white-haired and white-dressed girl turned around and disappeared, cracks slowly appeared in the endless darkness that seemed to be eternal, and finally shattered.

……

Late at night, in an anonymous inn in Longkou City, a young man in white who had been unconscious for a long time suddenly laughed and stood up from the bed.