The "crunch" sound was heard by me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the rain was cool and fell on my face, a little cold.

They didn't take me down. They plan to eat me right here, and eat Zhang Lao and the Bodhi Tree Spirit.

"Crunch ......"

This is the sound of them eating Zhang Lao or tree spirits raw. I can't open my eyes anymore. I could barely feel my body. My last feeling was that the old man who was carrying me had ripped off one of my arms, and I heard him eat my arm.

There is always a limit to pain, perhaps because the pain that my physical body perceives has reached the limit of what it can bear—my body no longer causes me pain, no longer becomes a burden to me. I will no longer carry my life!

Lust is so naked. Why do they eat human flesh so raw in the sky above their own sect?

Ah, what else do I want to do with this? I'm already on my way to being eaten. Ahh I want to laugh, but I can't find where my mouth is. Darkness has enveloped my world. Again and again, again and again, again and again...... Why am I always in a desperate situation?

The two deans and the middle-aged man were going to kill me. The super master who fought in the sky almost killed me, and the bastard surnamed Huang from the Heavenly Sect wanted to kill me. The ghost is always going to kill me. The people of the three factions who sent me to the Thousand Medicine Garden will also kill me. Elder Zhang wants to kill me, and now these three old men in the Jindan period are finally going to kill me.

Why should I struggle anymore. Even if I tried to struggle, I couldn't do it.

Ahh

I'm wandering in the dark. No sound, no smell, just black, no me, no feeling. Only my consciousness is getting more and more lost in loneliness. What am I doing in the dark? No, I am thinking in the dark. I can only think. I don't have a medium of perception - the body. There is also no object of perception - the material world. I became a mass of consciousness. A mass of consciousness that fades away in the passage of time.

Perhaps, this is eternal life, I have no pain, and time will not kill me. But there was no joy either. But there is no horror either. I can't tell if it's good or bad. Good or bad, I don't have a choice. I can't perceive time.

Give yourself a story to show that I still exist. It also reflects that time still exists. Make one. Okay, I'll start making it up.

Well...... The world is changed by the ass of a white cat, and we will not investigate why the ass of a white cat has become a world. The story matters. Well, I just talked about a world where the butt of a white cat has changed. What is there in that kind of world? I think about it. There can be a black dog, a black dog that can fly, a black dog with long teeth, it's so powerful. It likes to fart, and farting is its means of survival. If it doesn't fart, it probably won't live long.

One day, the black dog was chased by a lobster, and for a long time, it really had no choice, and then let out a fart. That fart is so powerful, and it stinks, it stinks even itself. Of course, the lobster was also killed by the stinky fart of the black dog, who was stunned and was killed by a shell mantis that was pushing the feces of an elephant. Then he skinned the black dog and draped it over his body. He pulled out the teeth of the black dog and put them in his mouth.

Of course, it would not spare the lobster's carcass, and it removed the lobster's pincers and loaded them on his own hands. He also peeled the scales off the lobster's body and wore it on his body.

Since then, the dung shell mantis has stopped pushing feces, and it has begun a majestic life.

Not to mention, since it had a pair of lobster pincers and scales, black dog teeth and black skin. He can go into the water and fly into the sky, plus it is a shell mantis, and it is its innate ability to enter the ground. An existence that can go up to the sky and enter the groundwater, of course, the fight is not to say, how can a tiger withstand it?

Let me think about it, think about what a shell mantis is going to do when it's so powerful. If I were it, I'd go to the female shell mantis? After all, people themselves are shell mantises, and it is impossible for aesthetics to go beyond the scope of shell mantises. So no matter how beautiful the lioness, tigress, or even human beauty is, it can't look down on it.

Well, finding a female shell mantis is the first thing I do. And then? Isn't it a little lonely for a shell mantis to be so powerful? It's lonely. I wasn't so lonely when I pushed feces before. What should I do? I'm living so well, I have to find something to do. But no matter how powerful the shell mantis is, it won't survive for long. If it takes off the pincer scales of the shrimp and the black skin and teeth of the black dog, won't it be beaten back to its original shape?

This is a question worth pondering. The dung shell mantis wants to live forever. So it began to search for truth everywhere. But who would teach a-shelled mantis to be vain? No, so it uses force. In that world where the white cat's ass has changed, it has almost no opponents. So it forces those who have lived for a long time to teach it how to live for a long time.

The dung shell mantis has an obsession, which makes it not lonely, but it is also in fear that it will die one day. The fear of death, the fear of not being stronger.

It sleeps, eats, and, and never takes off the equipment that makes it powerful. So, finally one day, the bacteria on it murdered it.

The dung shell mantis eventually died. Before it died, it suddenly missed the days when it used to push feces. If you die, you will die, and you don't want such a life. This is the last thought of the dung shell mantis before it dies.

It died helplessly. It has lost its obsession with Tiandou.

How did I think about this story all at once? Alas, I'll think about another story. What kind of story do you want to tell?

Facing the darkness like this, endlessly, how can it feel a little painful. No, I don't want to suffer. Who wants to be miserable? No one wants to be miserable. I never imagined that a person would face such a situation after he died. Boundless darkness, but it keeps me conscious.

By the way, does that mean I can still use my divine sense? I do, and what I see is still endless darkness, and I can't even detect myself, what else can I know?

If the world that lives face after death is like this, I should always be aware of the consciousness of other beings after death, right? Consciousness is invisible, so I can't detect it? Maybe. There's no way around it. In order not to fall into the pain of endless darkness, I should continue to think of a story to fill in this endless darkness.

What kind of story can I think of? I can imagine a life. That life is a worm. Where's that bug? crawling on the green trees. Green trees, green, such beautiful colors. How can I forget a little bit about what green is? I shouldn't forget about such a beautiful color. Hell, pink, yellow, red, white, purple, blue, what other colors? I remember seeing so many colors when I was alive.

I miss them, and I miss my eyes. I can't miss it, it makes me miserable. But if I don't miss them, I'll forget them again. It really put me in a painful dilemma.

I don't want to. Think of that bug. What does that bug look like? The color of its body...... It's just a bug!

Well, a colorless bug crawls on a damn green tree. What is the temperature? What is the temperature of the bug?

I almost forgot where I used to live, and there was temperature. I don't remember what it felt like. What is cold? What else can I remember? It's hard to think about the story. I can't be in pain, it's going to break my mind, and if I do, I'm really gone......