Apocalyptic Forecast

"Not good." The old man sighed: "It's so unreliable to die, you're annoying."

"I don't want it, you'll be fine if you let me go?" Huai Shi's breathing became cloudy, because the old man had already cut open his chest and took out his broken lung lobes.

"I see it, it's all broken, it's all broken!" The old man wiped his sweat with his wrist and threw things into the trash can: "The lungs are gone. Why are you as annoying as a person like you."

"You can live for half an hour than if you haven't done it, and half an hour will do."

"Loopy!"

The old man cut off the blood vessels entangled in the spine with a knife, and pulled out his internal organs. Huai Shi never thought that the feeling of being dragged out of the stomach by the intestine was like this ... Ignoring the pain and fear, there was a kind of coolness.

"Have hollowed out for you, admit your fate!"

The old man threw all his brains into the barrel, and blood and undigested rice splashed on his body, making him angry and took out a rag and wiped his apron: "What did you eat? So paste ..."

"At noon, a friend of two or five babies treats and eats hot pot ..."

Huai Shi has lost his breath, and it is incredible that he can still make a sound. Perhaps it was the dying stimulus that broke through his disguised shell. He never felt so lonely and sad. He did n’t want to die and wanted to talk to someone, so he kept talking:

"Have you ever eaten hot pot? You look like a foreigner. Hot pot is a specialty of China. I tell you that although the old Yang people are pit and troublesome, his hot pot is really a must ..."

"......"

The old man stopped talking and buried his head in the body of Huai Shi, carefully digging his bones from the body from top to bottom. Even if Huai Shi's temptations such as heavy gold and beautiful women were not weak, even if Huai Shi broke his mouth and yelled at him, he would not stop. Until the end, there was only a **** skeleton lying on the dissection table.

The stripe comes, the stripe goes, and the clothes of the stinky skin are taken off, but this guy is still not **** dead? ! And I do n’t know why I ’m talking nonsense! ! !

Even if the old man held his chisel openly with his chisel, took out the steaming tissue and threw it into the trash can in the face of the skull, he still persuaded the old man to put it down Butcher knife ...

"It's all cut to this level, why don't you just die quickly?"

"Who the **** knows, you are a bastard, neuropathy, old metamorphosis ..."

The skeleton made a monotonous hoarse voice: "I said, will you save me, okay? I sell it to you, as long as you don't engage in basics, I will do whatever you say ... wait, it's OK to do basics, really Yes, you can be gentle with your old movements ... "

The old man's white hair was raised upright, revealing the stitches on his face, and he almost patted the table violently: "Death is destined!"

"Even if you are destined ..."

Huai Shi hesitated and tried to discuss with him: "Will I die after I live enough?"

"......"

The old man went silent, scratching his hair frantically, making an irritable roar. It's like fighting spirit has been completely defeated. He bent down and slowly put away his knives, gangsters and scissors, sorted them back into the toolbox, untied the apron, pulled out the comb, and took care of his messy hair carefully.

"Hurry up!"

He roared suddenly, threw the toolbox to the ground in anger, stomped violently, stepped on and stepped on, lifted the axe in the corner and smashed the cabinet in the corner into pieces, venting his nameless anger.

"Damn, what the hell?"

He roared towards the ceiling as if glaring at something: "Did you see? He won! Give me your guinea pig from here! Immediately! I don't want to see him again!"

At that moment, time stopped as if it had stopped, everything was frozen in place.

There seemed to be a door opening in the void, and a ray of light fell from it, hanging down, pulling him slowly like a rope.

Huai Shi looked blankly around, not knowing what happened.

I don't know if I should go back and compare my **** according to the conventions left by my predecessors.

The next moment, he was swallowed by the light.

Or, "Submerge", like a sea of ​​silver-gray light flooded him. He was pulled by an invisible force and moved upward, as if walking through the deep sea, feeling the horrifying weight squeezed in all directions. What makes him even more terrifying is that in this silvery sea of ​​light, every drop of water is so rich that it almost condenses into a liquid.

As far as the eye can see, it is almost endless. It is difficult for people's sight and perception to peep at the end of it, as if it covers the entire world.

The sea of ​​silver.

Convergence of all human origins, the sea of ​​nothingness at the source of all wisdom, the great existence above the miracles ... The crow once described once again appeared in his consciousness.

At that moment, he broke through the sea and was thrown into the air.

Floated blankly between the sea and sky of nothingness, watching the dark sky dome and pure silver sea free of impurities.

From afar, it seemed to see two faint shadows, sitting on the sea.

"In other words, after the last time I saw your picture, my daughter cried and made trouble with me, saying that she also wanted a crow like the elder sister ... I couldn't help it, then I was in a hurry to go. She can only grab a pigeon for her, and she asked me why the color is different. I can only tell her: it was originally black, but its mother was born with no ink ... hey, to I'm gone for seven years now. I don't know if she is doing well or not, how about studying. "

The middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the sea smoking a cigarette, still holding a can of beer in his hand, and reluctantly complained to the 'drinker' beside him.

Smoothly put the soot into the sea of ​​miracles under his feet.

"Relax, rest assured, I have just met before I came, and there have been a lot of people coming and going. I am already a slim girl."

The crow's wings were wrapped in cigarettes and the same beer, and he patted the middle-aged man's shoulder: "Although the pigeon you stuffed with her seems to cause a little problem ... Ah, my contractor came out. "

The man with a beard raised his eyebrows and glanced: "It looks ordinary, is there any peculiarity?"

"Is it good to play the cello? The kind of points that can be added for the college entrance examination."

"Is it so powerful? Is there any trick?" The eyes of the Luohu man light up.

"Hey, this is probably a talent? Other people can't learn it."

The crow waved its wings, looked up and finished the last beer in the jar, and got up to say goodbye: "It's not too early, I will take a step first ... but then, as the guardian of the silver sea, there are only seven natural enemies in the world. , Let me run away with this fugitive, is it really okay? "

The middle-aged man of Luohu Hu thought about it and scratched his face in sorrow, sighing: "Forget it, I will be off work in two days. I have been touching fish for seven years here, won't it make me feel more relaxed at last? "

"That's really thank you."

The crow smiled affectionately, spread her wings, and flew into the distance.

The smart shadow reflected on the silvery sea, gradually elongated, dancing like a flame, changing, until finally, turned into a slender figure.

The black skirt fluctuates like water, has spread on the ground, and is not stained with dust. The simple style edge is delicately decorated with dark gold rust, and extends like a thorn along the edge of the long skirt.

As Huai Shi looked up dullly, he only saw the slender leg exposed from the skirt, and dazzled whitely.

The back part of the long skirt is hollowed out, exposing the smooth back, and the gorgeous pattern that almost covers the entire back.

Countless crimson colors interweave, forming a strange and solemn pattern, as if changing from time to time, it is unclear.

Soon, the weird tattoo was covered by the black hair scattered down ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Just when Huaishi was stunned, she raised her head and revealed a mature and exquisite profile.

"Come on, my contractor."

Holding a decently acquainted box, she took a hook to the teenager and smiled triumphantly:

"I'll walk you home."

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At that moment, the suburb of Xinhai City, Huai Shi's bedroom, suddenly a terrible source of fluctuations burst out!

The burning light is on.

——Book of Destiny!

Seems to be held up by invisible forces, and countless pages are turned frantically, and massive sources of mass emerge from it, turning into burning flames.

That is the source that it has continuously extracted from the body of Huai Shi since a long time. Now in the blink of an eye, it burns out and evolves endless illusions and changes.

Pages were burned to nothingness in the fire, until the end, only the title page with his name left ...

On the title page, the crippled moon began to grow again.

Last vacancy ... closed!

After reading countless deaths, I made up my last death. The endless death records turned into pure ink, surging in the phantom of the moon, surrounding the center of the center, and turning into a vortex. stand up.

Countless deaths are colliding frantically.

In the end, the limit of the moon was broken, the **** was torn, and the solemn outline of itself was revealed-countless dark rotations of death, turned into a huge vortex, propped up a violent circle, and the sharp flame protruded from it Its crown.

It was a gritty black sun wheel!

Drop!

Like an illusion, the heartbeat map in the rescue room oscillated faintly.

Renewed life.