In those years, the cultivators we cut together

In fact, Lin Xiaolu has always belonged to the kind of person who is more open-minded. He had this awareness when he was very young, just like what the storyteller told him, if he went out to mess around, he would have to pay it back sooner or later.

So at this moment, he looked at the emptiness above his head, filled with unknown darkness, and said to himself:

"Speaking of which, I'm somewhat of an awesome person, right?

As a warrior, I stand out among the immortal cultivators.

I am the champion of Huang Tian Mirage, and I am the only one among so many arrogances.

During the war in Shenzhou, I even beheaded the emperor with my own hands.

Maybe not as good as my boss, but I'm only 17, so God don't play me like this, are you really going to trap me here to death? "

As he spoke, he fantasized that a ray of light would fall from the sky above the next second, and that his boss would descend from the sky with a wine gourd in his hand, and he waved and laughed at himself, "Winter Melon Village is a tyrant, and he will not leave with his teacher."

However, fantasy is fantasy after all, and reality is still very cold.

He was a little anxious, he didn't know how long he had been trapped in this dead darkness, and he began to have symptoms of auditory hallucinations.

From time to time, he could hear the voices of his younger sister, boss, Aning, Senior Sister Miao Xin and others calling him.

He knew it was fake, but with strong willpower, he could still distinguish reality from illusion.

However, this kind of strength, after facing the current encounter, will eventually fade away with the passage of time.

This is different from the pain he endured when he was burned with animal blood. This is a kind of despair like a frog boiled in warm water. This kind of despair can swallow a person's mind bit by bit, making him calm, strong, and brave, like a pale man. Blank paper is generally vulnerable.

After an unknown amount of time, on the endless black lake, Lin Xiaolu, who was gradually getting desperate, sat up again, sitting cross-legged alone, holding his chin in a daze.

The corpses of Buhuagu and Monster Beast King are no longer visible here. After all, he just walked a long way to find a way out, and now he doesn't know how to return to the original point, because there is nothing here as a reference, and he has no sense of direction at all.

The most primitive fear of human beings is the unknown, and this place called Wangchuan happens to have unknowns, and there are many of them.

He was a little scared, so he got up from the water, and then yelled a few times.

When the young man yelled, the dead space became a little lively, but as soon as he stopped shouting, loneliness and dead silence immediately appeared again, engulfing him like a tide.

Lin Xiaolu looked around again, front, back, left and right were all the endless lake.

Without any warning, he suddenly rushed out with a quick stride, and his whole body ran wildly on the lake, using the fastest speed in his life to walk across the lake.

He panicked!

He completely panicked!

He has no direction, no sound, and he can't even judge how long he has been trapped. He is completely crazy, and he runs heart-piercingly on the lake. He wants to rush out of here as fast as possible!

Even if you can see some other things!

"call!"

The fast-speed young man made long sprays on the water, like an arrow flying off the string, he didn't know how many miles he flew, but he still didn't get tired, just stared at one direction and ran wildly, as if the front was his last hope generally!

I can definitely get out, I can't be stuck here all the time, there must be a way!

"Ahhhhhhhh help!!!"

Lin Xiaolu yelled desperately, exerting all his strength, sparing no effort, leaving no energy to vent, and finally after running for several hours, he finally fell down on the lake with a "plop" in despair again. Splash!

The cold water stimulated the skin, Lin Xiaolu opened his eyes, feeling the despair in his heart as if he had fallen into the abyss, he gasped heavily, tears fell from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

……

……

"Brother, are you back?"

"Brother Lu?"

"Little deer?"

"Lin Xiaolu, you still know how to come back."

"Fawn benefactor."

"You're finally back, bastard."

"Boss, you are here.

Under the stimulation of the cold pool water, Lin Xiaolu suddenly woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, he raised his hand and scratched subconsciously, but he didn't grab anything, only touched the cold water.

He turned over on the water, and what he saw was still darkness.

How long can a person survive in absolute darkness, despair, and loneliness without sound, direction, time, or light?

Lin Xiaolu didn't know, because he couldn't even calculate how long he had been in.

At this moment, he looked at the black sky above his head for a long time, showing a bleak smile.

He was completely desperate.

He didn't wait until the boss came to save himself.

He looked at the seemingly unchanging darkness, his eyes were dull, and he said with a trembling voice:

"This... is much more painful than burning with beast blood."

After a long time, he sat up little by little, and then looked at the two bracelets, one big and one small, on his wrist. Finally, he got up, and raised his hand to hold the handle of the Dageng bronze knife from the empty space beside him. , and then rotate the body to pull it out entirely.

In the endless darkness, he stroked the blade, and there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes that had no light.

He recalled bits and pieces of his short life.

Father, mother, younger sister, storyteller, boss, and so on.

He seemed to see everyone waving at him and smiling at himself.

He cried, tears fell drop by drop on the blade, his voice choked up and said:

"I'm so awesome, it's understandable to cry once in a while, right?"

After finishing speaking, he held up the Da Geng bronze vessel in his hand, pointed the sharp blade at his throat, and said with a twitch:

"I, Lin Xiaolu, have been a real man since I was a child, and I have been cowardly once in my life. Today, I feel that I am worthy of the heaven and the earth. God, if my sister and my relatives have a bad life in the future, I will never let you go!"

As soon as the words fell, the cold and sharp blade instantly slashed at his throat!

"Pfft!"

Nothing feels.

The teary-eyed boy:? ? ?

In the darkness, he pulled out the blade in a daze, and then touched his throat, which was smooth without leaving a scar.

He was completely dazed, standing on the lake and staring wide-eyed.

For a long time, he raised the Da Geng bronze vessel with one hand in doubt, and then slashed down on his left hand!

"Pfft~"

There was a sound as if the air was being cut, and the Da Geng bronze vessel directly chopped off his arm and fell into the water, but for some reason, there was no scar on his arm, not even a drop of blood!

Shocked and desperate, he staggered suddenly, and stepped back a few steps with a "thump, thud, thump", stepping on the lake surface with ripples.

He was stunned, but soon he came to his senses, he suddenly retracted the Da Geng bronze vessel, and at the same time circulated the internal force in his body, he raised his palm and slapped himself on the forehead!

"Snapped!"

Still don't feel anything.

Lin Xiaolu opened his big eyes and looked at the suffocating space around him in a daze. Finally... he knelt down on the lake with a "plop".

He seemed to understand that this place should have changed him, or in other words, made himself a part of this place, so that he could not die.

And those like the Monster Beast King and Buhuagu should have been severely injured before they were blasted into this place, and they were already dying, so they could die so happily.

At this moment, he was completely desperate. This kind of eternal loneliness, unable to survive or die, drove him completely into madness, and his whole mind began to become trance.

He didn't remember how long he slept in a single sleep, maybe a few days, or maybe less than half an hour, he couldn't feel the passage of time, and his mind was even more chaotic.

For a moment, he even began to doubt whether the past really existed.

Is it true now.

In fact, everything is just a dream, the whole world, from the beginning to the end, there is only this world, only myself alone!