In the past, if I was just shot through the heart, it would have hurt, but I wouldn't die, and I wouldn't even be in the way. Even if the brain is shattered, it is only a temporary disappearance of consciousness; But all at once the brain will be whole, and the consciousness will come back all at once. Even if it's a spirit, or a "soul" in layman's terms, a super-powerful attack that can turn that thing into powder, I've not been unfed before, but with the support of "it", it's just a minor problem that can be solved in the blink of an eye, which is no different from a bruise. Looking at it this way, I didn't even have the concept of "hurt" in the past. It's like the "demon" I encountered in my dream, it's an immortal body in the true sense.

And now I just have a very strong vitality and resilience, and as long as I am killed, I will die normally.

It seems to be a lot in fictional stories I've seen before. Even if the role of the righteous side is just an ordinary person, as long as it turns against the evil side, it will suddenly become very strong and become extremely oppressive to the righteous side. Then, if you change your mind and return to the side of justice, the previous oppressive force will be gone, and even the strength will be greatly reduced. I didn't expect this kind of conventional plot to appear on me. And in the end, I was killed by an ordinary warlock who was not even a threat before.

But that's fine, I've managed to save someone. Even though she was a young woman I had never met, she gave me the opportunity to be obsessed, and I have to thank her. I'm sure she'll be happy that she's survived, and that's enough.

I dragged my dying body towards the bottom of the mountain.

When I wanted to kill myself, I also thought about whether to commit suicide by throwing myself into the sea, but after weighing it repeatedly, I put that plan aside for the time being. And now I'm going to die, so I'm just going to find a lake to go into. Listening to the underwater sounds before I die, I may be able to regain some of the feeling of being with "it", and I may be able to frighten the passers-by who witnessed me.

Thanks to this powerful body, I didn't die all the way to the lake at the foot of the mountain, but I finally reached the limit. My consciousness was hazy and disconnected. I vaguely heard the voices of some passers-by, and the faint whispers in my ears, but I ignored them all. I climbed over the iron railing with great difficulty, and I could no longer hold it up, allowing my body to fall into the lake.

Memories come to mind like a marquee.

Speaking of which, the place where I broke up with the front table at the beginning seems to be this lakeside......

Then she got lost in the mountains, and I got lost in search of her, and then I met "it", and was seduced by its inhuman beauty in the moonlight.

Because of a thought, my life went out of control and went crazy; And today, the train finally derailed and fell off a cliff.

This is the end of the man who is obsessed with the seemingly inhuman and the crazy for it.

The whispering in my ears suddenly became noisy, then suddenly disappeared, and never sounded again.

----

When I was still in school, the front table was a girl with a sinking appearance.

Smart eyes, clear voice, always fragrant on the body. I had a crush on her, but I was ashamed to talk about it.

Maybe she also had a crush on a boy in her class, and she was just as ashamed to talk about it as I was. This is also a normal phenomenon of puberty, at this age, both boys and girls will be aware of the opposite sex, and will also want to make themselves look good in the eyes of the opposite sex, and have the consciousness of dressing up.

However, our school, or most of the schools I know, have quite strict restrictions on students' relationships, not to mention openly having sex with the opposite sex, and even trying to dress up for themselves. Of course, I believe that there is also a desire of the school to minimize the differences between students' family backgrounds visually. But just as the differences between students don't really disappear, so does the desire of students to dress up. The school must have known this, so it turned a blind eye to the small mistakes of the students. For example, a slightly cute hair tie hairpin, a red cord loop on the wrist, and colored contact lenses that are difficult to spot without looking closely...... Strictly speaking, these small decorations do not violate any school rules, at most they violate the "spirit of school rules" that cannot be seen or touched.

Therefore, even the front table with a serious nature is not exempt from vulgarity, and a hairpin that looks like a white carnation is pinned on the side of the hair. The teacher didn't say anything when he saw it, and the front table was excellent in character and learning, and the teacher always gave some preferential treatment to students with good academic performance.

But that's not the case with new English teachers. I later heard that she seemed to have been dumped by her boyfriend, who went to find a woman who was more beautiful and better at dressing up than her, and I don't know if it was true, or if it was a rumor that was made up among her students. All in all, she was in a very bad mood at the time, and did not hesitate to vent her anger in class, during which she rudely ripped off the hair ornament on the front desk and threw it out the window on the grounds that it violated a certain school rule.

After that class, it was lunch break, and the other students rushed to the cafeteria to eat, and the front table wiped their tears and went downstairs to look for it as soon as possible. I was so worried about her that I sneaked up behind her, then watched her cry as she crawled downstairs in the bushes and grass. She couldn't find the hair ornament after looking around, but she didn't mean to give up on going to lunch.

But I found the hair ornament in the back by accident.

I didn't know how to approach her at the time, and if I approached her and said that I wanted to help, she would think that I was interesting to her, but if she didn't go to lunch, she would be hungry in the afternoon. So I thought I would go to the school store and buy more of that kind of sausage bread for lunch, and then pretend that my stomach was upset and say that I couldn't eat the sausage bread, so that I could reasonably stuff the sausage bread into her.

Then on the way to the store, I saw the hair accessory. It's in the cleaning truck pushed by the workers who clean the campus, along with the other leaf garbage. I told the worker that the hair ornament was lost by my classmate, but the other party did not suspect it and returned it.

Once I got my hands on it, I hurried to the front table, where she was still lying on the grass looking for hair accessories, her white school uniform stained with mud. Is that hair accessory that that important? If it's so important, put it away. And if you haven't found it for so long, it means that you can't find it. I really don't know if she's just brainless or can't get along with herself.

I couldn't see it, and I hesitated a little, and then called her name. She didn't seem to hear, so I sneaked up to see if any of my classmates were passing by, and then gently patted her on the shoulder. She didn't respond, so I had to shoot harder.

When she finally turned around, I gave her back the hair ornament. Now she was dumbfounded, she was down for a long time, and after taking the hair ornament, she squatted on the grass and lowered her head, unable to see her expression at all. I don't know if I laughed happily.

I was about to persuade her to hurry to the cafeteria for lunch, when suddenly my stomach rang and I had a flash of inspiration - could I invite her to join me in the school cafeteria for lunch? It just so happened that I didn't go to lunch for some reason, but there was such a coincidence in the world!

"That, Nguyen Van Bamboo ......"

“…… Well? ”

"You haven't had lunch yet, have you?"

"Hmmm......"

"I didn't have lunch either, so, uh......" I said and thought it wasn't good, it wasn't good. I just thought it was a good opportunity, but if you think about it, this is an invitation to dinner. Normally, do boys and girls sit together to eat? Does she think I'm interesting to her?

I'm stuck.

The front table slowly raised its face, stared at me quietly for a moment, and suddenly pronounced my name, "Li Duo." ”

"Huh?"

"I didn't have lunch either, would you like to have a meal together?" She asked.

I almost reflexively agreed, "Okay, okay......"

She crouched on the grass and smiled, then raised her hand and reached out to me.

----

…… It seems to have a dream from the past.

A familiar female voice could be heard faintly in my ears, and someone was humming.

It is a very warm melody reminiscent of sunlight shining through the branches and leaves of trees and projecting large flickering spots of light on the grass.

I slowly woke up to this melody.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the blue sky and white clouds approaching night, and the branches and pages of trees peeking in from the edge of my vision, as well as the smell of soil and grass.

It was cold and damp, and it was obvious that the clothes and pants had absorbed enough moisture.

I...... Isn't it dead?

In the fight to the death with the old bones, my heart was destroyed, and it stands to reason that I have no power to return to heaven.

Why......

Also, who fished me out of the lake? Was it a passer-by who saw me fall into the lake and thought that someone had committed suicide by throwing myself into the lake, so they contacted the rescuers?

Just then, the humming voice disappeared, and the familiar voice came again, "You're finally awake." ”

The face of the bluebird peeked in from the edge of the field of vision.

"How's it going, are you still awake?" She held out four fingers, "How many is this?" ”

"Three." I felt a little bit of discomfort in my throat, "Where is this?" ”

"The woods near the lake. Not many people pass by here. ”

"Why are you here?"

"This is my line, why did you suddenly run away." She breathed a deep sigh of relief, and said complainingly, "I am your overseer, you ran away, the responsibility is on me, do you know?" ”

"I'm sorry." I honestly apologized and asked, "But how do you know I'm in Nameless Mountain?" ”

"Xiaocao told me."

"Who is Xiaocao?"

"It's the psychoanalyst I told you before." "She came to me in a panic and said that you had played against a psychopathic murderer and saved herself." When I heard this, I wanted to rush over immediately, but I saw blood on the road, and then Xiaocao called and said that I witnessed you throwing yourself into the lake by the lake......"

"You came from Liucheng so quickly?" I asked curiously as I processed the message in her words.

It turns out that the young woman with a ponytail that I rescued before was actually a psychoanalyst of the Security Service?

Old Bone has a bad habit of attacking the relevant personnel of the Security Bureau and their families, so it is clear why he attacked that "little grass".

But why did the latter appear in Nameless Mountain?

"Ah, no, I was in Nameless Mountain before, um......" she sorted out her words a little, "That's right, I found out that you were missing first, but I don't know where you went, so I went to ask Xiaocao, and she told me that you most likely went to Nameless Mountain." Then we split up to look for you here in Nameless Mountain, and then she bumped into the old bone hiding in Nameless Mountain, and was attacked by the old bone, and you saved her......"

"......I see," I said, "but why did the psychoanalyst accompany you to the mountains to find me?" It's not her job, is it? ”

"She seems to have something to do with you, so she came along." She replied.

Looking for me? What can a psychologist from the Security Service find me? I was confused.

At the same time, there is another thing that baffles me a lot, and this is the most important thing.

"I should be dead." I said, "The heart is all broken, and it's impossible to survive." ”

This is no longer the point of medical miracles, which at best can only restore the dying to health, but not the dead.

At that time, I was undoubtedly dead.

The moment I fell into the lake, I felt very clearly that the last shred of vitality in my body had left me.

"Did you do something?"

"Yes and no." She said, "It is true that I saved you, and you are indeed dead, but not completely." ”

"What's going on?" I wondered.

"By the time I fished you out of the lake, your body was completely inactive. By medical standards, it means that you can't die anymore, and you are dead. "And by the standards of a warlock, in this case your spirit will not be anchored in the body, it will automatically diffuse to the outside world, and it will disappear because it is not protected by the body." But......" her tone gradually became incredible.

I followed her words, "But my spirit is not separated from the flesh? ”

"Yes, you are in a bizarre state of suspended animation, as if the body has become a cage from which the spirit cannot be liberated...... Of course, no matter how bizarre it is, this state of affairs will certainly not last long. After a while, your spirit will still be destroyed, and you will die completely, and you will not be able to save yourself in that condition. She said, "So I tried to cast a healing spell on your flesh." Your body is really not transformed for nothing, for the healing ...... In other words, the digestion of the spirit itself is very powerful, and it is quickly reactivated again, and the wound is also healed. ”

"And then I woke up...... "I tried to brace my body, my muscles were quite tired, as if I had just woken up from a long hibernation, but I still held up.

I looked around, and it was indeed a familiar nameless mountain forest, with only myself lying on the ground and a bluebird sitting next to me.

Look at your body again. I didn't expect this body to be able to preserve my spirit body for a short time after I died, waiting for others to resurrect me. Awesome, but I am a little puzzled, why is there such performance? This is supposed to be a transformed body based on the support of "it's" power, right? It's almost as if it's built on the premise of being detached from "it's" support.

Other than that...... When I woke up, I still had a wonderful feeling in my heart, like something was about to come out.

But before I get to the bottom of that feeling, I decided to ask something else.

Blue Bird stood up on his knees and turned his back, "I'll call Xiaocao first......"

"Wait." I called out to her and pronounced her name, "Nguyen Van Bamboo." ”