Lu Ran decided to take revenge in this way.

He threw himself into the turbid sea angrily, because he wanted Li Li's boat to be unable to pass the "water prison pass" and be trapped in the pass.

On the way back, he repeatedly thought that if he wanted revenge, there was no other way, so he did not hesitate in the slightest.

With the style of this line of people, in the end, he could not escape death.

He decided to die now, right away. Swapping his own lives for the lives of this boatload of people was not a loss at all, but it seemed to have hurt some innocent sergeants.

But after thinking about it again, these sergeants, slaves, and subordinates are nothing more than dog-legged minions who act for tigers, and they are all burdened with blood debts.

And as "Li Li" said, once "Shi Maru" appears in the world and the world is in chaos, more people will die, more equally innocent "destined people" and "people from Lujia Village".

"People of the world".

He has already seen Li Yan's so-called "heavenly people" despise human life, these people will only cause more disasters and kill more people if they live.

So as long as he can succeed, not only will he take revenge, but he will also save more people.

At this point, Lu Ran didn't think about it anymore, just continued to dive into the depths of the sea.

Suddenly, he felt some pain.

At first, it was only physical, the pain of the sea breeze blowing the body, the pain of the burn touching the sea, and the pain of the sword qi hitting the body.

The moment he sank to the bottom of the sea, he felt his heart pound, as if his heart had been pinched heavily.

Pain. Heartache.

Intense heartache.

The pain was like a fish that had been poked by a harpoon, and he longed to jump high out of the water and into the sky.

It hurts so much that I want to die.

But Lu Ran knew that he couldn't show half an inch out of the water again, and he knew the magical function of the Water Splitting Sword.

Falling to the bottom of the sea and dying was his only chance for revenge, so he endured the pain and dived a little deeper.

Then the man who was holding his heart suddenly let go.

But the pain didn't go away, although it was no longer so unbearable, the pain just slowly, quietly, like a seed buried in Lu Ran's heart, and then began to grow non-stop, like branches and leaves, countless pains also grew.

Li Yuexuan's "star-picking gloves" hurt Lu Ran's heart.

Like thorny vines, like tightly bound wattles, layer by layer, section by section, repeatedly stimulating Lu Ran's soft heart.

Baby effect, he felt the "eight sufferings of immortals"-

The first layer is the pain of life. Who is a baby drifting alone in a small boat in the turbid sea? Who are his parents? The sea is vast, the sea of people is vast, but no one can answer.

The second layer is the pain of old age. The baby was raised by Lao Haizi, who was getting older and older, so old that he always sighed under the moon, and the baby began to fear that one day he would lose him.

The third layer is the pain of illness. In the stormy night, the boy drank a taste of medicine, his whole body seemed to be on fire, he kept sweating, and kept heating to dry himself.

The fourth layer is the pain of death. The little yellow dog that he had raised since he was a child died, A-Niang, who sold dim sum at the corner of the street, died, the youngest daughter of the coffin shop owner hanged herself, Grandpa's younger brother died of illness, and in the end, they were all burned to death by Li Jiangliu's fire.

The fifth layer is the pain of hate. Whenever I broke my promise, regretted it, made a mistake, whenever I was dissatisfied, hated, and scared, in the end, it all became the most terrible tiredness.

The sixth layer is the pain of love. Admiration, worship, fascination, appreciation, longing, pursuit, persistence, madness, what has been searched for will be wrong and missed, and what has not been obtained has long been lost.

The seventh layer is my pain. I want to be happy, rich, and have all the happiness of the world, I also want to open up the heavens and open the earth, and get the strongest power in the world, I want to live this life ordinarily, and what I want most is revenge. But I think I can, I begg, I cling, I want, I let go, I am, who am I?

The eighth layer is the pain of illusion. What is seen, heard, thought, encountered, and felt, they are so real, but at some point and at some point, they suddenly seem like they never existed.

Like at this moment.

Like vines, layer by layer, section by section.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, hatred, love me, illusory.

Do they really exist?

Lu Ran stopped holding his breath, he sank deeper and deeper, the pain tightened layer by layer, his heart became more and more painful, and he became more and more empty.

At least the pain is real, right?

Why are people so afraid of death because it is so painful? Presumably death in this way?

So how did the old beggar, Yu Shengshui, do it?

- Sacrifice oneself for the betterment of others.

……

Lu Ran finally couldn't breathe and couldn't sigh anymore.

Because of the effect of the "Star Picking Glove", he tasted the eight sufferings of the immortals, and he felt that everything was enough, over and over again, true and false, and the pain of death and life.

He didn't want to live, he wanted to die like this.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his consciousness became heavier and heavier, but then the pain seemed to begin to lessen, and a voice whispered in his ear—

Sleep, blossom, sleep, laugh

Sleep, forget, the sun goes down and the moon goes home

Sleep, laugh, sleep, blossom

Sleep, forget, there will be no answer today and tomorrow

……

Lu Ran didn't understand, but he really slept like this, and it really didn't hurt, he let himself continue to sink.

The water turned from blue to black, and a sound began to count down.

Eight

Seven

Six

Five

Four-

The water turns from black to gray.

Three-

The sea turned from gray to white.

Two-

I don't know what happened, Lu Ran suddenly opened his eyes again, and in the vast white, he saw a strange light, almost piercing his pupils, so he hid his face, but clearly saw his body in front of his eyes.

What's going on?

Why is this image not like what I see, but like it happened in my own eyes, in my pupils?

The boy saw himself.

Lu Ran was far away at the bottom of the sea, unconscious, constantly sinking, sinking, sinking.

I'm dead, aren't I? Lu Ran looked down at his hands and found that they were intact, but when he wanted to touch his right hand with his left hand, he found that he couldn't touch it, his left hand, right hand, and even his entire body were gone.

Xiao Haizi, named Lu Ran, no longer exists.

He was a little happy and a little scared, happy that he had achieved his goal, that he had succeeded in dying, and terrified that he didn't know what he was going to face next, whether it would be more pain?

Where are you going? He looked up at the light again.

The strange light seemed to be alive, like a heart made of brilliance, beating with a bang, and the brilliance of the colorful auspicious clouds tempted Lu Ran and wanted to suck him into it.

Lu Ran understood that this was the world after death, and this light was to lead his soul to the place where it should go.

He took one last look at himself in the pupil, so far away that he was almost out of sight, still sinking.

Further down, there is no way to see the end of the dark seabed.

I didn't want to end up feeding the fish.

Lu Ran smiled. He waved his hand to himself.

Bye. Grandpa.

Bye. Good brother.

I'm about to meet you, old beggar.

Bye. Lu Ran.

He silently said goodbye to himself in his heart, a thank you. And then, without worry, he plunged headlong into the light.

In the Illusory Light Cave, there was an instantaneous rotation and turn, and Lu Ran (the soul) was dizzy, as if he had turned 108,000 times.

"One."

In the white color that dissipated, a Taoist priest dressed in white finally read the last number.

"Come on." The white-clothed Taoist priest grinned, revealing a pair of white teeth.