The moonlight shone on the surface of the lake, making the thin layer of ice look crystal clear.

Walking through the corridor, Luo Bei came to the small room he had been to several times, and Wan Ruhai was already waiting in front of the door at that time.

There was not a glimmer of light in that door, just as there was not a glimmer of light in the deep eyes of Wan Ruhai.

However, Luo Bei still did not hesitate or retreat.

Wan Ruhai didn't speak, but personally opened the door for him, and when Luo Bei walked into the house, he just said quietly: "Your little cicada sister will definitely wake up at dawn......"

seems to have become a ray of light for Luo Bei in the face of darkness, but unfortunately, this light is not reserved for himself.

Wan Ruhai didn't say that you could see your little cicada sister at dawn, and Luo Bei was not surprised.

Because he knew that his thirteen years would probably come to an end before dawn.

He doesn't regret it, though.

Luo Bei clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and faced the silent darkness alone.

The first two times were also in this small dark room, a large barrel, a few lighted incense sticks.

In fact, Luo Bei also seriously thought about why he would fall asleep in a daze every time he lay in the bucket, and then he woke up in a dream.

But it doesn't matter now, whether the dream is true or not, he must be here until dawn today.

The vat in the room was gone, and there was only a cushion in the middle, like a futon placed in front of each Bodhisattva statue for good men and women to kneel and worship.

Luo Bei smiled bitterly, this is already obvious, the futon is a place for himself.

He didn't want to think about it, so he sat down directly and found that it was not bad, at least it was soft and relatively comfortable.

After sitting on it, he looked around, and saw that the room was almost completely sealed, so to speak, he could not see his fingers, and there were still four incense burners in the four corners, and the gas in them was rising.

After a while, the incense burned a little, and the ashes fell.

This incense seemed to burn very slowly, and Luo Bei watched as the gas that lingered like misty green smoke was slowly rising, and it was like a cloud of fog after being intertwined.

Everything sounds familiar, but it's like a dream.

The smoke rumbled and gradually filled the entire room, Luo Bei's eyes staring at that little spark suddenly began to be a little trance-like, and he immediately pinched his arm vigorously with his hand.

The pain kept him awake a little.

This time, he wanted to stay awake and see what would happen in this mysterious dark room.

Thinking a little sadly, he doesn't want to die in vain.

Luobei, who was between abrupt and awake, waited in a quiet and empty environment, until some subtle sound finally broke the silence in the darkness.

The sound was very small, like something of silk scraping on the ground, and if it weren't for the surprisingly quiet, it would have been difficult for Luo Bei to hear such a small sound.

"Rustle" "Rustle"

But this extremely small voice, the moment it sounded in Luo Bei's ears, he couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling.

As soon as this feeling is collected by the nervous system in the ear, it immediately hits the heart.

It was clear that the voice was getting closer and closer to him.

Luo Bei wanted to turn back, but for some reason, his body seemed to become soft and stiff.

Softness and stiffness seem to be two words that are difficult to appear at the same time, or even two opposite words, at least on a person's body at the same time is almost impossible.

But the strange thing is that these two situations really happened to Luo Bei, and at the same time.

It was because he found that he couldn't even exert a little strength.

And stiffness, his body became like a piece of wood, and he couldn't move at all.

At this moment, Luo Bei remembered the kitchen in the back garden of Wanfu, where the kitchen chef had a large cutting board, and as long as he started cutting vegetables, he would use that cutting board.

At this moment, I am not like the fish and meat of the board, and the futon under my body that should be used to worship the Bodhisattva Buddha has become a sword.

Swords and fish seem to be two things that are very compatible from ancient times to the present.

Luo Bei's body was stiff and he had no strength, his heart sank, and he thought of the incense placed in the four corners, which at this moment, almost permeated the entire room.

A faint aroma wafted into his nose.

At this time, the subtle "rustling" sound suddenly disappeared.

Although Luo Bei was ready to sacrifice himself, when the sharp pain came from somewhere in his body, he still couldn't bear it and wanted to scream.

It's just that at this time, he not only couldn't move, but also completely lost his voice.

The pain came from the right arm, and it felt like two long, thin steel needles piercing the skin and burrowing directly into the veins.

At this moment, it hurt so much that even though his whole body was stiff, he couldn't help but shake, which was a stress reaction, so he fell down.

The "steel needle" pierced into the blood vessels shook for a while, which deepened the sharp pain a little.

His heartbeat was constantly accelerating, and Luo Bei felt that his heart was almost beating to his throat, and he couldn't help but feel numb from his toes to his scalp.

I don't know how long it took for the pain to subside slightly, or if the body had gradually adjusted to the intensity of the pain.

But the changes in the body did not stop there.

Luo Bei felt that the blood in his whole body was like a rushing river, rushing in the same direction, and the final destination seemed to be the place where the sharp pain came.

The blood is flowing through the steel needles that go deep into the blood vessels, and I don't know what kind of terrible thing is in the dark, and it is actually trying to suck the blood alive.

Luo Bei really wanted to cry without tears, and he felt as if those two steel needles were slowly squirming in his veins.

It didn't take long for the sensation to change again, and after the pain disappeared, even the various sensations began to degenerate, and with it, a bone-chilling cold and painful blood began to spread throughout the body.

Even if his body couldn't move, it actually began to twitch, and the human body was originally supported by the circulation of blood, and as the blood peeled off, the body slowly dried up.

In a vast land, there are thousands of rivers flowing between the mountains and dense forests, and the hundreds of rivers will eventually fall into the sea somewhere, and gradually wash out the abyss in the process of the flow of the hundreds of rivers and the sea.

Finally, one day, the raging waters subsided in the ebb and flow of the tide, and the great rivers that once flowed became small streams, and even dried up and dried up at all.

At this moment, Luo Bei seemed to be able to clearly feel that his body was also drying up.

A bitter coldness crept up from his veins into his mind, and his body was being emptied, shriveled.

And at this time, there was a sudden feeling of warmth in the heart.

In his incomparably vague consciousness, Luo Bei seemed to see a glimmer of golden light flickering continuously.

He remembered a string of rosaries given to him by the nameless old man on Qixia Mountain, which he kept close to him all the time, and at this time, when he was about to be sucked up by the mysterious thing in the darkness to drain all the blood, the rosary was shining brightly, and seemed to be making a clear sound.

Luo Bei's body loosened, so he began to struggle hard, but to be honest, he didn't know what parts of his body could be used.

Even so, he struggled desperately.

Rolling around in the darkness like a wheel scooping water.

A book fell out of his arms, and it was the same strange book that the old man had given him.

Speaking of this strange book, Luo Bei has also read it countless times, but there is not even a word on the book, if it is not given by the old man, I am afraid that he will lose it and can't tell.

It's probably strange that there isn't a word on it.

The moment he rolled out of Luo Bei's arms, the pages were opened, and there were still no words inside.

Luo Bei smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't know why the old man gave him such a strange book, looking at the old man's demeanor at that time, it seemed that he had a lot of origins.

He knew that he was going to die, and that this kind of death was too tragic, and if he sucked the blood dry, he would probably turn into a dried corpse!" he thought to himself.

The tears in his eyes were like beans, rolling down one by one, and a thirteen-year-old boy, even if he was full of perseverance and perseverance, how could he be indifferent in the face of real pain and death.

Tears flowed down her cheeks with saltiness and dripped right down the blank book.

The yellowed pages were soaked with tears, and the water stains spread so much that they soaked the entire page.

Luo Bei looked at the blank page in front of him, and for some reason, there was a mist in front of him.

In a trance, there seemed to be a very light wind blowing, brushing his cheeks, and the world in front of him suddenly shook, and when he tried to open his eyes, it seemed that a wider world appeared.

The majestic mountains are undulating, the sun and the moon are constantly shuttling between heaven and earth, among the lush woods, there are birds and beasts running and flying, and rivers meandering through the mountains, plains and ravines, and then converge into great rivers somewhere, and the rivers finally return to the sea when they rush.

The distant sea level was filled with the sound of wind and waves, and bursts of thunder resounded through the sky.

Suddenly, in the world in front of me, the sun rises and the moon sets, the leaves wither and wither, the birds return at dusk, the flowers bloom and bloom, the original long years have changed in an instant, the mountains have moved to the flat ground, the ravines have risen to form hills, and the vicissitudes of the sea seem to be only in an instant, and the fast-flowing rivers seem to have countless blood vessels hidden in the body.

Looking at the vicissitudes of life in front of me, it seems that there is a great force pushing everything in the world, destroying the old and opening up the new.

The tide rises and falls, the clouds roll up, and in the dark, everything is in a continuous cycle, endless.

The two words are like the sun and moon appearing in the sky at the same time, the sun and the moon shine together, and the heaven and the earth are vertical and horizontal.

Luo Bei saw all the changes, as if he was in it, and found that there was an extremely profound truth hidden invisibly.

At this time, in the quiet nature, a drop of dew dripped down from a height of ten thousand feet, just dripping on the pores of Luo Bei's body, and his naked skin seemed to become extremely supple in an instant.

The dew drops are exceptionally cool, condense and spread between the pores, and instantly stain the whole body.

It is not surprising that it is such a change at all, and then look at the heaven and earth, only to see the river rushing in front of me suddenly flipping and flowing backwards, like a flying dragon, across the heaven and earth and all things.

The world under the sky is changing in the midst of surplus and shortage, but who would have thought that the original rules would be changed by the fall of a drop of dew.

Luo Bei's body also changed, and his already dry skin suddenly became plump.

Vitality, that is a sense of vitality that makes dry eyes suddenly refresh.

Hundreds of rivers enter the sea, and who has ever seen the tide flowing into the sea going up against the river and back into the river, but the wonder in front of him is so real that there is no sense of hypocrisy.

At the same time, the blood vessels in Luo Bei's body were also like streams that dried up and then filled with tides, as if there was an extremely powerful force filling every part of his body.

The sea flows backwards, and the mountains collapse, filling the deep and shallow ravines.

He gritted his teeth and struggled through the whole process of tearing and reshaping his body, the pain countless times more intense than when two steel needles pierced into the veins.

With the return of strength, Luo Bei felt that his divine consciousness had become clearer, and there seemed to be a narrow thing beside him that was drying up from the fullness a little bit.

It struggled, writhed, twisted, but to no avail, as if it were bound by a powerful suction force and could not break free.

The cold and piercing feeling in the body suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a hearty warm current, wandering through the eight veins of the strange meridians throughout the body.

I don't know how long it took, Luo Bei slowly opened his eyes.

The smoke that filled the dark room had faded away.

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