Chapter 921 Gunshots in the Middle of the Night in the Mountain Village

Di Ping had already rolled down from the wicker chairs, curled up on the ground in pain, and his body shrunk into a ball. He wanted to relieve the pain of the flames burning his body, but everything seemed to be laborious, as if the soul was burning. The pain cannot be relieved by any action.

Time passed by every second, but he felt that one second was as long as a year. Every breath and every breath seemed like a lifetime. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. It sounded like the next moment his teeth were about to shatter.

The blood in his whole body is flowing at an unprecedented speed, like a raging flood, rampant, and all the meridians burst out, forming a strip of vigorous blue dragons on the red skin, constantly twisting and terrifying.

Di Ping felt that he was going to die, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He had thoughts of suicide in his heart. He felt that every second was suffering. He didn't want to bear it anymore. Phantoms abound.

One moment he was standing on a cliff of ten thousand feet and he was jumping down, one moment he was above the sea, he plunged his head down, another moment thousands of knives slashed at him, and another moment a giant beast opened its huge mouth to bite him. .

But these illusions changed in an instant, jumping off the cliff but fluttering on the flat ground, plunged into the sea, only to find that the sea only reached the feet of the feet, the thousands of knives slashed, but they dissipated in an instant, and the moment the giant beast bit him, he found out. I was standing at a very high place, looking at all this seems so far away.

The moment of wanting to die became a delusion, and his heart suddenly filled with infinite sadness, and he couldn't die even if he wanted to die.

At this time, he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue, let alone move, he could only open his mouth and wailed silently.

I don't know how long it has been, it seems like a century, the whole world is going to decay.

Suddenly Di Ping's chaotic mind flashed, as if a little starlight rose from the endless dark chaos. Although this starlight was small, it was like a beacon on the sea in the dark night, indicating the direction of the distant ship, as if it was a lighthouse. The lights in the home in the rainy night warm the empty heart of the wanderer.

A clear spiritual energy emerged from this starlight, and in an instant, his already somewhat confused consciousness became clear and clear, and this clear spiritual energy not only made him conscious, but also seemed to ease the pain of his burning flames. .

"Um....."

Di Ping let out a light umm, as if he had released a trace of his soul from the endless waves of pain, and he had escaped from Avici Hell, and his body was much more relaxed.

The appearance of this starlight seems to represent the transformation of the entire process. The flame burning seems to be slowly fading, the flame temperature is weakening, and it is slowly becoming warmer.

It seemed that suddenly the scorching sun had turned into a misty spring rain. The flames not only stopped burning the body, but began to nourish the body. The muscles, bones, skin, and meridians that had been burned by the flames seemed to be turned to ashes.

Like a spring willow tree sprouting, a little green emerges from the ashes, and then goes crazy, countless buds rush out like mushrooms after a rain.

Di Ping felt that his whole body was cheering and cheering, and he was cooing and sucking in the breath of life emanating from the flames. A refreshing feeling emanated from all parts of his body, just like soaking in a hot spring after extreme fatigue. The feeling of cool and comfortable cannot be expressed in words.

At this moment, it was the transition from hell to heaven. The sudden extreme enjoyment caught him off guard. He couldn't imagine going from the most painful and unbearable to the sudden extreme joy, which was indescribable and impossible to explain.

Waves of warm feeling surrounded him tightly, like a fetus swimming in the mother's liquid, carefree and extremely comfortable.

At this moment, Di Ping passed out gorgeously. He didn't faint from the previous pain, but in this wave of pleasure, he fainted.

Di Ping fell into a deep sleep on the ground, everything in the room was calm, if it weren't for his slight snoring and the slow rhythm of his chest, he might have thought he was dead.

At this time, no one saw it. If anyone was in the room, they would find that Di Ping had countless bright spots of light swarming into his body.

Countless fluorescent lights were gathering, surrounding him like a cocoon of light.