Chapter 103 A Night Tour in Hell (Part 1)

Chapter 103 A Night Tour in Hell (Part 1)

"The first step in controlling the stigmata is to completely restrain the power brought by the dust of the liberator. Last time you knocked on the three grains, more than half of the power was wasted by you."

The crow stood by the table and stared at him: "Do you still remember those sublimators you have seen? The ones with the most obvious animalization are weak chickens. The more animalized parts, the more powerful his own control will be." The weaker he is, the more imposing he is, the more he looks like a fake.

The stigmata is not independent, it is a part of you, you are the stigmata, and the stigmata is you. You are going to master this miracle and make it one with you! "

"But I can't help it."

Huai Shi spread out his hands in frustration, and as the flames on his arms were restrained, the source quality fire full of ashes burst out from the palm of his hand, more than two feet high.

This is a very good means of attack.

It looks cool, but it doesn't have any inhibitory effect at all.

"First of all, you need to calm down first, and your mind is like still water."

The crow suggested: "Try meditation first, isn't your meditation training very successful?"

Huai Shi got up, carried the piano case down from the upstairs, and after carefully suppressing the flames, just as she picked up the bow, she heard a crackling sound. She was using too much force and was about to crush the bow.

He tried to relax, and the bow fell from his hand to the ground, but when he subconsciously tightened it, the bow broke into two pieces neatly, and even the fretboard of the neck was cracked.

have to.

Fortunately, there is a spare bow at home.

This time Huai Shi was careful and careful, and finally did not crush it, but when he tried to play, he found that he couldn't calm down at all.

The five are burning.

Under Jie Hui's violent riot, he was upset, and various unpleasant scenes kept flashing in his mind, and his voice became sharp and piercing.

He even began to wonder if meditation was useful.

"Lack of concentration." Crow sighed, "Do you know Satomi Kohaku's training method?"

"Um?"

"In Yingzhou, the warriors will combine the meditation of the monks to carry out spiritual exercises. The intention is to comprehend the so-called Ye Yin. In the final analysis, it is to let oneself enter an absolute calm state. In the end, there is a practice called 'Sword Zen'. Just like you are doing now."

The crow said slowly: "You can be indulgent, but you have to be reserved. You can be fanatical, but you can't cross the boundary... You have miracles, not miracles own you.

Otherwise, if you continue to indulge like this, sooner or later you will be assimilated by high-level stigmata and become a walking dead. "

"I see."

Huai Shi gritted her teeth, tried her best to get rid of the chaotic thoughts that filled her consciousness, and wanted to devote herself to the sound of the piano. But even with so many years of habit, the sound of the piano is still intermittent.

He could never get into it.

Until the crow whispered in his ear: "Think about it, every minute you delay, you will burn 10,000..."

In an instant, the melodious sound of the piano sounded.

Huai Shi, my heart is like still water! .

This is definitely the most painful day for Huai Shi to play the piano.

It lasted until after nine o'clock in the evening, after wasting four dusts of liberators, he finally restrained the source quality fire to a slightly acceptable range in the state of meditation.

The duration of the special state brought by the dust of the liberator was extended by one-third to fifteen minutes.

Under the low power consumption state, Huai Shi felt as if she was going to suffocate all the time, but she kept awake and endured the huge pressure from her body.

"If you continue to train like this, you will be able to see initial results after about a month or so."

The crow nodded, and finally let him go to finish his meal.

And Uncle Fang seemed to be pinching his finger, and the moment he sat down at the dining table, he presented a dinner that made his index finger move, and then stood proudly by the side and watched Huai Shi gorge.

Huai Shi looked up at him blankly, "Uncle Fang, don't you want to eat together?"

"Young master is in trouble, I have already eaten."

Uncle Fang patted his chest and said quite proudly: "In a few minutes, the hot water will be ready. You can take a shower later, young master. The change of clothes is in the basket in the bathroom."

Everything is arranged clearly.

Huai Shi shook her head, "There's no need to change it, I plan to train for a while tonight, and it still smells like sweat."

"No, it's too late, just come here today. If you are still interested, we have another program tonight."

The crow lowered its head, swallowed the snail which was bigger than its own head in one gulp, breathed a sigh of relief, and praised: "Excellent craftsmanship."

Uncle Fang smiled happily, bent down to signal them to use it slowly, and then left silently.

"Ah, I always feel sorry."

Huai Shi scratched her head: "He's an old man, he does so much work every day, he has a bad conscience."

"You can save yourself."

The crow glanced at him: "He is the incarnation of the Stone Marrow Hall now, don't judge him by human standards, maintaining this place is as simple as eating and drinking water every day, it is not as difficult and exaggerated as you think.

If you really want to thank him, hurry up and advance, and then go to the border to find some good materials and come back to repair this place. The maintenance of the coffin is an astronomical sum, so you have to have a sense of urgency and mental preparation. "

"I see."

Huai Shi nodded, finished the meal in twos and twos, took a short rest and went to take a shower, leaned on the sofa in her pajamas, and didn't want to move anymore.

"What show are you talking about tonight?"

"Didn't you just talk about the border?"

The crow waved its wings, and the Book of Destiny flew out. The pages of the book flipped quickly, and finally it was fixed on the last fragment of the red glove record.

"Today, I will let you experience for yourself what border and hell are."

Things like branch point fall.

Huai Shi closed her eyes, and her eyes darkened expertly.

Like countless times in the past, I felt that I was gradually fragmented, spreading like invisible gas and rain, and slowly blending into the records of the Book of Fate.

Once again, it was the red gloves.

When I opened my eyes for the first time, what I saw was the cohesive life in the blood and flesh, the thing called the embryo, and myself called the embryo.

In the cold warehouse, countless embryos suspended in petri dishes were arranged in arrays, spreading to the end of sight. Life is like fry sleeping in countless fish tanks.

Wait to mature.

...

When I opened my eyes for the second time, I saw the steel cradle and the nurses in white clothes. They smelled of disinfectant, put on diapers for themselves expressionlessly, and then breastfeeding.

Immediately afterwards, there were countless broken fragments.

It seems that the process of growing up has been omitted, and only injections, inspections, and daily repetition of loyalty education remain in memory.

The rest are not forgotten, but deliberately truncated and not allowed to exist.

be erased.

The whole process is like the production on the assembly line, one level after another is continuously processed, the qualified ones are passed, and the unqualified ones are destroyed.

Before the age of seventeen, the consciousness is handed over to the pastor, the fanatical mentors continue to engrave their loyalty in their minds, and dedicate their bodies to the motherland, and the ruthless instructors continue to add the skills and instincts of killing the same kind to their bodies .

In the end, 470 finished products called perfect people were selected from more than ten times the number.

Just these superficial fragments are enough to make Huai Shi feel fear and disgust from the bottom of her heart.

Life is like a product, being manipulated by one palm after another, growing in the planned direction, and evaluating various indicators and even fertility under indifferent scrutiny.

Those who pass pass, those who fail are destroyed.

If it is going forward along the assembly line, passing one after another test, one by one is difficult.

Finally, in the seventeenth year of his birth, he ushered in the final trial.

"Today, you will face the final test, and your seventeen years of hard work will also be judged. Those who pass will become a citizen that Rome is proud of after being sublimated."

Smiling scholars stood next to a huge machine, blessing and saying goodbye to the students who were tested one by one, the priests anointed the holy oil, the instructors heard the words of encouragement, and the instructors gave serious instructions.

The whole world seemed to warm up.

so kind.

Until the person represented by Huai Shi walked into the huge machine, fixed his limbs, was bound to the cross, and was finally enclosed by a cabin like a hamster ball.

Unbelievably, it was still possible to see the scene outside, those gentle faces, those expectant eyes, and those solemn expressions of anticipation.

He saw the display called the depth gauge in the corner: [Present situation]

Immediately afterwards, the lights on countless instruments lit up, and various weird parameters changed rapidly, until finally, through the cabin door, he saw the priest slamming the lever while solemnly chanting.

It was like cutting the ropes off the guillotine.

At that moment, violent shocks began, and in the dizzying sharp sound, it seemed that something was stripped away, maybe reason, maybe air, maybe something that human beings depend on for existence.

【border】

He fell from the sky, but seemed to be there all the time.

The bubble of reality shattered, and he glimpsed the scene hidden behind the curtain.

In severe dizziness and pain, he saw the endless yellow sand outside the cabin, as if the desolation and loneliness extended to the end of the world.

The sky is full of cracks, even revealing black gaps.

Something huge flew past the shattered sky, casting a hideous shadow on the earth...

There was a roaring sound in the wind.

A faint shadow walked by outside the cabin.

They lined up in groups and formed a long queue, their vague outlines like ghosts distorted under the scorching sun.

Something in it cast an indifferent glance at itself.

With vicious mockery and merciful pity.

Fear made him cry out, but as if no one heard them, they drifted away. I don't know how long it took, and the violent shock started again.

He began to fall.

More things were stripped away, or rather, abandoned, and he sank deeper.

Sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable, the update is over, and the next update will probably be after dinner. And, ask for a monthly ticket~