"Wow! Why doesn't this kid cry? ”

"Huh? What about maternity? ”

"Dr. Zhao ran away!"

Ye Xiao was born in this hospital that I don't know how many children it received, but he was sent to an orphanage after birth, and he is the second since the establishment of the hospital.

There he learned to walk, to speak, to meet his friends, and to learn.

He is a silent and numb character, which is not uncommon in the hospital, and even worse than the orphans who come in when they are older, because they have experienced the beauty of the world, the love of their parents, even if it is only a little.

When he became an adult, he worked all kinds of jobs and went to school, although it was a little harder, but it was nothing to him, and he was used to being lonely and boring.

It wasn't until he was twenty-five that he became a corpse collector under the introduction of the community, kicking those lonely people like him who no one paid attention to to collect corpses, and this work lasted for four years.

Over the years, he has experienced all kinds of scenes, seen all kinds of corpses, and also taught himself how to deal with corpses, let them go decently, such a job is not high, but he feels that it is very suitable for himself, quiet, sometimes he wonders, he will be like a person in a hundred years of loneliness, before he dies, he meets a woman who makes his heart move, can talk to himself, and even when he dies, the neighbors will spontaneously come to see him.

However, he seems to have left earlier than the man in the movie, and that night, he was hit by a car.

"Is this the end of life? Looks pretty good. Ye Xiao thought, he looked at the car lights, looked at the license plate, his consciousness was about to dissipate, and his mind looked back on the past like a marquee, but there was nothing worth recalling.

"It's very inconsistent, I remember that the car that killed me was a second-hand Xiali, which was wrongly marked."

He reached out to touch his head and turned on the ability he had in the dream, and then he heard two words, "My lord? ”

"Huh? Auditory hallucinations before death? Ye Xiao said in surprise.

"My lord, I'm a savage, what's the matter? What kind of magic is there in the New World, is it using spells or magic arrays? The voice over there excitedly said.

Ye Xiao was a little confused, he looked at the tires, the ground, and his mind kept turning thoughts, even if those people wanted to throw him into the trench, he didn't care, he lay on the ground, stretched out his hand, and then pulled out a battle axe.

The tomahawk spun up and cut off the legs of those people, but they still walked towards them out of thin air as if they were all right, and the light in their eyes gradually rose, "Is it Zhuang Gong Mengdie or Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou?" ”

He used the tomahawk hook to scratch around, and saw a brick picked up by him, he took it in his hand, pondered carefully, and looked at the brick with a mental hit, and slowly, the brick turned into a bag of gold coins, which was the bag of gold coins he had handed to the villagers before, and he understood everything in an instant.

He was in the same place at the beginning, and he didn't really wake up until this moment.

"Boom!" The Death Grip struck in an instant, and it struck not the legless men, but the ground beneath them.

"Boom!" The ground was fruitless, but Flutter had already felt its shattering, so Flutterer released the Grip of Death over and over again, and the earth shook until the surrounding image distorted and dissipated like a colored mist.

"Whew~" Yang Se sat up from the ground suddenly, and in an instant all the memories poured into his mind, he looked at the shattered hole on the ground, revealing many destroyed gems and magic weapons, and moved his body to the side.

He took out a loaf of bread out of the void, and it went bad, and he took out another loaf, and it was spoiled, until he had taken out all the loaves of bread, and when he saw a good one, he looked at the label that was written on it:

"Before entering the Cathedral of Jude."

Arrange the bread in turn, look at the date, and finally open the seal behind it.

"No additives, no additives..."

"It seems to be true." He muttered to himself, then reached out and took out a spinning top again, and spun it on the ground, an experience he had learned in a certain movie, and the other party used it for side dreams, and he used it for side vision.

The spinning top spun for five minutes, and when he wondered if he should continue with two deathshakes, it fell.

He pondered for a moment, this time with little strength, and then two minutes later the top fell.

"It looks like the real world." He thought about it, and then he got up, and found himself in the attic, and at the end of the attic there was a circle of people sitting in a circle, reeking of rancidity, and in the midst of them was a quaint clock box.

"You guys just made trouble." Shaken stood still, and began to unleash the magic to destroy the side.

He recalled the experience of the previous illusion, it was really terrible, first a big battle to consume his mental power, and finally hypnotized himself, experiencing three miserable lives, so in the end, the humiliation of gambling on the dog and adding to the dog, or greed and hatred.

Vision, auditory hallucinations, touch, emotion, life thoughts, if you give up and die like this, is it really dead, fortunately, I am not the reincarnation of the three lives, barely survived, but the last trick of the self is really the way, if it weren't for the absurd joke before death to open the soul sacrifice, contact the wild man to make himself conscious, maybe really die.

The ground was destroyed, the linked circle was completely broken, and he walked over, the impact was still there, but without the radiation of the magic circle on the ground, it was no longer possible, and the illusion was just formed and was slapped and dissipated.

When he went to the people who were sitting around, he saw that their corrupt faces were filled with a sense of relief and despair, their hands were in a strange shape of prayer, their bodies were wounded, their chests were hollowed out, and they drew their swords to pick them out, and they saw that some lacked hearts, and some lacked livers and kidneys.

He took a few steps back vigilantly, and then released the control of all things, and a fire element instantly flew into the room, igniting the circle of corpses.

The fire burned with a foul stench, and a mournful soul screamed in the flames, and he poked a hole in the attic and smoked it, and put on a bird's beak mask.

Time passed little by little, until the corpse was burned to ashes, and then he stepped through the ashes and walked to the ancient clock box in the middle, he carefully looked at the pattern on it, which had a pattern of **** destruction, sorrow, and fire, which seemed to be a prophecy.

"Hela has many rooms for the daily guests who come from the sun, and she receives not only murderers and unjust ghosts, but also ghosts who have the misfortune to die without bloodshed. All the ghosts of old age and sickness also go to Hela, those who die in their beds ordinarily. ”

He read it word by word, and then looked at the person in the clock, "It's a pity that I'm alive." ”

It was a woman who looked normal and healthy, of course just above the waist, and she seemed to be asleep, but when she opened the clock, she saw that below the waist was rotten and black.

The man's body trembled slightly, and her skin was very hard, and when she knocked it, it seemed to be wood.

Like the magician in the corner, the magician in the corner.

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