Time is always teasing mortals, and when suffering, it will live a very slow life.

For example, now.

How many hours, days, months, or years have passed?

Tu Man has no way of knowing.

All he knew was that as a ghost, he was still alive, living in pain.

Fortunately, the ubiquitous tearing force did not eventually tear off Tu Man even a little bit of flesh.

He is really too slim!

Unfortunately, because it cannot be torn apart, these huge forces will never stop for a moment!

Tu Man has been awake all the time, clearly enduring the torture of being cut into pieces without any resistance.

Like a koi lying on a chopping board with fish scales scratched alive.

Why koi?

Because of luck!

Lucky to live!

It’s better to live than to die...

Until a certain moment, countless huge forces that appeared out of thin air disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a pool of strange blood-red objects.

A pool of pus and blood.

That's it, Tu Man is a man.

The pain in his body did not disappear because the pool of pus and blood was slowly contracting.

It used to be stretching pain, but now it is squeeze pain, and suffering has no end.

The omnipotent Creator, tell me:

Why is a broken soul but a body?

Isn't he good at being invisible?

I really can't stand it anymore!

Please let it go...

I don’t know how long it took, Tu Man returned to his human form.

However, the flames rising from his body disappeared, leaving only the extremely rich blood color.

It looks like a skinned rabbit!

Tu Man now knows what happened to the painful little face she was soaked in the fish tank before!

He is also a fish!

This is probably not an accidental event

The spherical defensive formation that the alien spacecraft was placing was obviously preparing to welcome something.

And the beautiful girl's sentence:

"His Son, we are going home!"

I guess there was such a thing when they came!

Set up the formation, highlights burst out, and the net spreads out...

Then, the mysterious power appears!

The little white-faced soul is probably not solid enough, at least not as solid as Tu Man.

So, when he scraped the scales, he was pulled into pieces!

During the long torture, Tu Man finally remembered that he seemed to have mastered a foreign language for no reason!

But what's so surprising about this?

Tu Man has become an evil slime that cannot be broken and cannot be broken!

This is simply an evil, oh no, fucking world!

I sucked me at any time and teared me at any time. When will this kind of life end?

Thinking of this, Tu Man shivered suddenly.

Why am I still staying here?

What if, do it again?

No, never!

Tu Man rolled and crawled towards the milky white halo...

The next moment, light reappears.

The sky is wide and the earth is wide, as if it is a different world.

The little white face lay quietly in a coffin with golden patterns engraved in oak.

Is this kid dead?

Tu Man was shocked. After all, it was not a good thing to come out of the head of a corpse.

What did I missed during this period?

Before, although this kid was lying still on the spaceship, he was still very warm in his life!

No one can answer this question.

The girl who made Tu Man dream of was gone, and now only the little white-faced person who was buried was left!

It is still a straight military uniform, but no longer a solemn black, but it is replaced by a spotless white dress.

Dark red epaulettes, golden ribbons, buttons made of sapphires, and various medals are worn on the chest.

Flowers surrounded, with white gloves folded their hands on their chest, and a long sword was pressed under their palms.

A silver beast was entrenched on the black scabbard, and a huge purple gem was inlaid on the delicate hilt.

snort……

Look, other people’s soldiers!

This is called:

The greatness of life and the glory of death!

The general was inevitably killed in front of the battlefield. After being escorted home with a corpse, he was able to be escorted home with decent respect. This was the last respect for a soldier.

The girl's low whisper seemed to ring in her ears:

"His Son, we are going home!"

In this situation, Tu Man really wants to say something full of style:

Alien warriors who died in a foreign land, may you rest in peace in glory and flowers...

However, when I remembered the lonely shadows of mosquito larvae lying in a pool of dust and blood on the moon, only one sentence appeared for a long time-

America, I'm a fairy shovel!

Mapi, if it weren't for the group of alien cleaners who burned them clean, I would still be burning the scorching sun on the moon surface of more than 100 degrees!

Evil capitalism!

After a moment of silence, Tu Man calmed down, moved his eyes away from the dressed little white face, and looked around.

Forget it, don’t blame society for your fate.

Obviously, this is no longer inside an alien spacecraft, but where is this?

Underneath his feet is a white jade-like stone slab, which is as smooth as a mirror, with fog floating on it, extending all the way to the distance.

A little further away, there are layers of steps.

It is still white jade-like stone, which looks solemn and grand. Each stone step is engraved with mysterious patterns, which appear and disappear in the rushing white mist.

Tu Man floated over with the white mist.

Climbing up to the eighty-first stone steps, there is only an empty platform, and a wall is coming.

No, it's a mountain.

The milky white mountain wall is as smooth as a knife cutting an axe and chisel, with no wrinkles or cracks, and it is straight up to the sky.

Tu Man had to retreat from the stone steps, retreating far and far before he could look up at this "mountain"!

I'll make a big deal...

Tu Man can no longer express his bursting mood in civilized and polite language!

Despite the deaths and deaths several times, even though he had been opened by a thousand giant ships in the sky, Tu Man was still deeply shocked!
To be continued...