Welcome to the world of strange dreams

I don’t know if it was stimulated, but Tong Xin’s face emerged from the black fog.

He had become like an idiot, after all, his three souls and seven spirits were incomplete.

But at this moment, the fear of complete death suddenly made him wake up, his face became hideous and he shouted loudly.

"I don't want to leave! I won't leave!"

"I don't want to die, I want to live!"

"How much money do you want to let me go? How much? I'll give it to you! I'll give you whatever amount you want!"

"Bah! You don't want to die? That's useless, now God wants you to die!" Fu Minghui really didn't want to listen to Tong Xin's crying, and raised his head to curse, "Can you defeat God!"

"Do you know what this is called? Good deeds are rewarded with good, and evil deeds are punished with evil! It's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time has not come yet! Is it great to be rich? Even if it is great, you can buy anything, but you can't buy your life!"

"If the King of Hell lets you die at midnight, you will definitely not live to see dawn."

"Go away now, and stop polluting the world. You're wasting air and food!"

"If you have suffered all the punishment in hell, learn something good. After another thousand or eight hundred years, when you are reborn as a human, be a good person. Even if you are reborn as an animal, be a good animal!"

"Okay, it's tiring to quarrel so loudly." Luo Zhao pulled her helplessly.

I am a girl with a strong sense of justice.

Her words were not completely useless. Although they were words of venting anger, they hit Tong Xin's heart. Suddenly, he remembered all the evil things he had done, and his face became extremely terrified, more distorted than before.

When Fu Minghui saw it, he knew that he was recalling what he had done in his previous life.

But it's too late to regret.

She had heard before that when a person is about to die, he will recall his life for a few seconds or tens of seconds, and many important scenes will flash through his mind.

Decades are condensed into that short period of time.

For the perpetrators, the people they have hurt and harmed also appear at that moment. The fear and resentment of the victims at the moment of death will be multiplied on the perpetrators, making them experience an intensified version of the pain.

So how can those who do evil die in peace?

This is the cycle of nature, retribution, right?

Ahhhhh!

Tong Xin screamed, and his last bit of struggling strength disappeared, and he was quickly submerged in the center of the black Ferris wheel.

Like drowning, he desperately tried to keep his face above water, and the water reached out and grasped at it in vain, but finally he sank, without a sound.

The Ferris wheel, as if it had completed its mission, quickly turned into smoke and dust, disappearing just as it had appeared out of thin air.

"Now it's Zhen Xiaotao's turn." Luo Zhao looked up at the sky.

Then, the ball of white light that was originally suspended in the air slowly floated to the center of the Ferris Wheel of Light under the power of the seal.

Unlike Tong Xin who was sucked in directly before, the white light was very passive, almost being pushed over. Then the Ferris wheel began to turn, and every time it reached a node, the embossed taboo text would flash.

After one round and seven times, the white light and the Ferris wheel disappeared at the same time.

Compared to Tong Xin, Zhen Xiaotao is much quieter.

But this also proves that his soul is still asleep, and it is unknown how it has merged with his body and when it will wake up.

"Is this the end?" Looking at the empty border, which had been filled with gray-black fog again, Fu Minghui suddenly felt a little confused.

It was only a short while ago that this place was as lively as a large video game hodgepodge, and it felt like there was nothing missing here except imagination.

"There's no end to things on the border." Luo Zhao shook his head slightly, a hint of fatigue in his voice.

But before Fu Minghui could say anything, he pulled her back with his hand and touched the edge of his glasses with his other hand.

call out.

Fu Minghui took a breath and found himself lying on the bed with a bag of glucose for infusion on the table.

She remembered that she fell face down on the ground due to hypoglycemia, and was then dragged into the border by the "ghost" under the bed. Now she was lying on the soft bed, proving that Luo Zhao had arranged for backup in the hospital to move her to a more comfortable place.

I also carefully left some things that raise blood sugar levels quickly.

People who have diabetes genes in their family may also suffer from sudden hypoglycemia.

She was very picky about food and didn't want to drink glucose, but she still felt a little dark in front of her eyes, so she had no choice but to do it reluctantly.

Look at the sky outside. Emma, ​​it's bright outside. Looking at how warm the sun is, I'm afraid it's noon already?

I raised my wrist and saw that it was already 12:30 noon.

Didn't the nurse who made rounds and the doctor who made daily rounds notice anything? Luo Zhao must have made some plans in advance. After all, the time in the border was different from the real world and could not be controlled.

But although she was alive and well in the border, her physical body in reality still needed replenishment.

Then, pain came from my arm.

The sharp pain at the beginning turned into a dull pain, and half of my body seemed to be numb.

When she lifted her sleeve, she saw a huge wound with uneven edges, as if a centipede was crawling on her arm.

This was the injury she got when she stretched her hand out of the thorn bushes at the border to catch the dead mother and daughter. She was afraid that Luo Zhao would be distracted, so she had been hiding it. Now it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

"How are you?" Just as he was stamping his feet in pain, Luo Zhao suddenly appeared.

Seeing her surprised look, Luo Zhao was a little embarrassed. "I knocked on the door, but you didn't reply for a long time. I was afraid that you... were you hurt?"

Luo Zhao strode over, gently took Fu Minghui's arm, and frowned.

He felt a little numb in his chest. Was he heartbroken again?

"Who hurt you?" He frowned even more tightly, and his anger flashed across his face.

"Myself." Fu Minghui stammered.

I don't know if this proves that she is too bad. Not only has her strength not increased, it seems to be decreasing...

He won’t be angry, right?

I quickly explained the situation, but Luo Zhao said, "It's not important, let the doctor take care of it first."

"But how do I explain this wound?" she asked anxiously.

She felt that Luo Zhao's hand around her shoulders was particularly strong, and she was unable to resist as he led her out.

However, he held her injured hand steadily and gently, as if it was a damaged priceless treasure.

Suddenly, my whole heart was wrapped in tenderness, and the tears that I had been enduring even though it hurt like crazy suddenly fell out.

When no one loves you, who are you crying for?

It’s different now…

"Does it hurt?" Luo Zhao's voice was low, the kind that made your ears numb just by hearing it.

"If you hug me, maybe it won't hurt anymore." She said with sobs.

Luo Zhao was stunned for a moment, but without hesitation, he carried her in a princess hug.

That's not the kind of hug I want!

Fu Minghui wanted to complain, but since he was being carried anyway, he simply stopped talking and let Luo Zhao carry him directly to the doctor's office to treat his wounds.

As for her injury...

Wasn't her excuse for hospitalization depression? Self-harm is normal, and Luo Zhao said she didn't like it here and wanted to be discharged and moved to another place.

First update.

The concluding part basically explains the cause and effect.