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In a trance, I found myself in a gray void. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

What is it?

The gray color constantly transforms, and finally refines, turning into countless silk threads, circling and swimming in the line of sight, wrapping everything in the line of sight, layer upon layer, forming an impermeable net, extending into the endless distance......

It was as if he had become extremely small, in the center of this gray. The small one is like a pebble, a speck of dust, a wisp of smoke, an atom......

What are you?

Self, self...... Something that represents this qiē...... That is...... I.

Who am I?

Civilian Police Officers...... 229527...... Anti-Pornography Campaign...... New Boss ...... That black window......

Gray threads gather in front of your eyes. Eventually, it condensed into a bottomless darkness, and in the darkness, a bright silver sheen was born, which swirled and spread out like ink rippling in water......

Thinking is still vague. But the body ...... It seems to hurt.

Perception connected by paralysis...... Yes, this sensation is called pain.

Every inch, every point, everything that belongs to oneself, seems to be in severe pain!

What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong......

Death......

Yes. Am I dead?

The thoughts became quicker and clearer, but they seemed to be able to piece together only the remaining fragments, and there seemed to be a mixed call still ringing in the ears, the muzzle of the spear that erupted flames, the stinging pain in the body, and the clear and gradually blurred sky in the field of vision, as if the clouds were flying through the fog......

...... But what can be felt is not as beautiful as the rumors, but it is not as scary as some other rumors. Moreover, this nostalgic familiarity, I remember, is clearly something that I have experienced a thousand times only when I was alive.

Pain is proof of being alive. Perceive...... It is also proof of being alive.

So I'm alive, am I alive?

Life.

Possession of life. It's a nice feeling, it's a joy to behold......

That strange perception makes people want to roar......

And then something more appeared, the pain of the air vibrating, combined into a strange wow sound, mixed with louder syllables...... The pain in the body is composed of layers of cold sensation, which invade the body from every pore...... The pain inside, the strange fishy smell that converged, the constant rumination: and the suffocating sensation made some places, maybe the throat, maybe the nasal cavity, tense for a while.

And then there's the light.

The light of the qiē turned red, as if it had been roasted.

It feels clearer...... The eyes are sore...... Some congestion in the nose...... The body is chilling...... Only the sense of hearing is intact and familiar, but what can be heard is extremely confusing...... And strange.

A few vague shadows were running in it, back and forth, back and forth......

A gruff voice shouted, but the vague tumbling pronunciation made it impossible to understand the meaning. A soft voice was moaning low, with strange pain, and farther away, several shrill voices were howling, full of panic. And the power that supports the body seems to be moving itself away from this qiē.

Only a soft voice was chanting over and over again.

It's still an unfamiliar, strangely pronounced word, but every pause in this sound seems to have a fixed beginning added.

......

It was a long time, or years, before I realized what that recitation meant.

Very simple.

It was a prayer for blessings, and at the beginning of each sentence was a name.

Edward, that's my name, the freshman.

For the next ten years, the name has always represented an ordinary child born in a remote mountain village, born to a village blacksmith father whose mother had died when he was born......

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