I thought there was no chance of me being spared.

Thousands of thunders descended, boulders turned into powder, and earthworks turned into charcoal. Under the boundless divine power, nothing could survive or resist. It was shrouded in it, and it was one of the targets. How could there be a way to survive?

Facts have proved that God cannot forgive sins, boundless causes and effects come upon us, and sometimes even death becomes a luxury.

I never thought that one day I would be looking forward to death.

I don't know how long after the thunder passed, I woke up from the itching and found that I was not buried in the soil, but stuck in the ground like a carrot, with only a small half of my body exposed.

The wind and snow stopped, and the haze in the sky disappeared at some point. The warm sunshine poured on me. In this season when everything is dry, it was like a gift from God. I squinted my eyes slightly and stared at the sky.

Under the sun, everything around is shrouded in colorful halos...

The mountain tops were flattened, the river valleys were filled, and a strange "little plain" appeared among the mountains...

In a state of confusion, I saw my arms hanging on the ground. The skin was carbon-colored and looked bumpy in the sunlight. Many of the raised places were like venom glands on a toad, bulging high.

At that moment, I really felt boundless fear, and I struggled subconsciously. As soon as I moved my arm, I heard a "click" sound, and the charred and carbonized place cracked, and the pink tender meat inside was vaguely visible, with strands of it.

The blood overflowed...

The strangest thing is that I don't feel any pain at all, but the inner suffering and torture are sometimes more terrifying and cruel than the physical torture.

I kept struggling fiercely, but I couldn't raise any strength in my body. Even crawling out of the soil became extremely difficult. Instead, the burnt and carbonized areas cracked under the struggle. It sounded like chewing potato chips.

A crunching sound came from his body, and the taste was indescribable.

Soon, I got tired, raised my head and looked at the sky silently.

"Is this your punishment? Not being able to survive or die, being immersed in the abyss of despair and never extricating yourself?"

I twitched the corners of my mouth, as if I was smiling, my voice was dry and hoarse, and I gradually closed my eyes.

While I was sleeping, I vaguely seemed to hear Granny Sang’s sneer.

"Is this the outcome you wanted?"

"Under three feet of loess, there is still a place for me to stay, but the sky is so big and the earth is so big, but there is no place for you to stand up. Are you still satisfied?"

"Officer, hey hey hey..."

"..."

When I woke up again, nothing had changed in front of me.

However, the warm sun in the sky has become the tentacles of the devil.

I don't know how long I have been here in the sun. The leather jacket on my body has become smaller and a bit "tight". It restrains me inside like a cage, as if it is squeezing my internal organs together and breaking them all.

This is a kind of silent torture...

Why not die yet?

An idea came into my mind.

Where are Brother Yaozi and the others? Are they just going to forget me in the mountains and endure endless torture?

The wild beasts in the mountains seemed to have fallen into silence, and did not pay attention to my burnt meat. I wanted to roar loudly to let them know that there is food here. Anyway, in this season when it is difficult to find food, there is nothing to eat.

It's very good. As for whether it tastes good or not, don't be too picky about it. Unfortunately, it's hard for me to even make a sound now...

In fact, I have always felt that human beings are extremely fragile beings.

The old lady who lived behind my house fell to death while carrying a basin down the steps in winter.

There is also the mother of a male classmate in junior high school. When she went to the toilet, she pulled too hard, which directly caused myocardial infarction. Her head tilted and she fell into the corner of the corner and passed away. When her husband found out, her buttocks were

He also held a piece of feces between his fingers, which was as hard as iron...

The ways of death are always strange. Some people drank cold water and sprayed blood on them. Some people choked to death after eating too much. I was even thinking that if one day someone farts and hits his heel and becomes disabled, I will not be surprised...

But why is this life so strong after it falls on me? Maybe even Xiaoqiang is not as strong as me, right?

I seem to be trapped in an endless reincarnation. Every once in a while, I will wake up and look at the changes in myself. God seems to want me to realize how serious the consequences of provoking it are...

In the end, I even became narrow-minded and resentful, cursing Brother Yaozi and the others, why couldn't they come and look for me? I didn't ask them to let me live, but they could just come and make up for the damage. According to the dead ones,

Give me a quick massage where you can feel no pain, and I will be their father in the next life!!

This is by no means me taking advantage of them!

At the time of life and death, my heart was extremely clear, as if I had seen through everything in this world. Thinking about those people on the Internet who want to be fathers to others every day, I felt that they were all a bunch of fools. How comfortable would it be to be a son?

Dad pays off his debt!!

I feel that this is the only benefit I can give them in this situation...

It's a pity that they can't hear my prayers, and naturally they don't know about my generous promises. I am still "planted" here, waiting for death all alone, but I don't know if it will bear fruit as time goes by...

Anyway, I am probably the only one in the world who has such strong vitality and tenacity...

My whole body was charred and carbonized, I had neither eaten nor drank, and my ribs were shrinking due to the pressure of the leather jacket on my body. I let out an overwhelmed groan. If it were anyone else, I would have been afraid that my face would not survive for a long time, but I don’t know how many times I have survived.

The sun rises and the moon sets. Sometimes you wake up during the day, and sometimes you wake up at night.

Until one day, when I opened my eyes, I saw a black spot slowly moving in the distance...

That seems to be a person?

Anyway, regardless of whether it is a human or a beast, as long as you notice me, it is a kind of relief!

I yelled "Ahhhhhh" to remind the other person that there is a person growing here. The other person's movements were stagnant, and after a moment, he came towards me as expected.

I laughed like crazy, maybe I laughed too much and went crazy, and passed by with a "hiccup"...

Then, I had a dream.

In the dream, there is an endless wasteland. To the northwest, a bright star slowly rises from a place similar to a tomb, and then falls among the remaining clouds. A misty red mist appears on the sky, and there is a sense that it cannot be said.

It felt weird. I was walking alone in the boundless wilderness, swaying, wearing rags, and eyes staring straight at me. I was like a walking corpse. A withered flower gradually withered behind me. It was

The only color in this desolate world is white and beautiful, but now the flower branches are decaying and the petals are drying...

Isn't this exactly the prophecy my master said?

I saw the picture in the prophecy. Does it mean that my life is over?

Thinking of this, I breathed a sigh of relief and finally begged to die...

Hey, no, how can I still be conscious after death?

When I realized that I was thinking wildly, I immediately became angry.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

I let out a sad roar, and then sat up suddenly. The next moment, I covered my mouth...

Because, I found that my arms were no longer burnt black, and the unpleasant smell of barbecue was gone. There was even a faint smell of soap, which smelled so refreshing...

I touched my head and saw that my hair was thick and all the hair that had been burned by the fire clay explosion had grown back.

This is a new life!!

Am I... living in a dream?

I looked around and found that I was lying on the kang, covered with a thick quilt, but the quilt was an old-fashioned color with big red flowers everywhere, which gave it a sense of age.

In the middle of the room is a stove for heating, and the fire is burning brightly.

There is no TV or any electrical appliances.

Opposite the big Kang, there is a very strange piece of furniture. It can be vaguely seen that it was originally bright yellow, but now it has some black stains on it. I don’t know how many years it has been used. It is like a super large box, with the top and bottom flaps.

of……

This weird piece of furniture is called a knock box...

I guess modern people have basically never seen it!!

However, I have seen it!

Because there is such an object in my grandma’s dowry, which is equivalent to a wardrobe in the old society. It can store many, many clothes. Because they are stacked together, there is always a smell when you open them. I am now obsessed with the smell of old oil.

I still remember them all!

All these arrangements are so contemporary!!

Earthen wall, big Kang, green Kang steps, knock box, iron stove...

I once felt like I had traveled through time!!

"Could it be that this is the underworld?"

An idea came to my mind...

Squeak!
Chapter completed!