Life is endless and struggle is endless. It is almost the true portrayal of my current reality. I just need to remove the word life because I don’t know what state I am now, but in the human world, I should be considered dead.

The strength is gradually increasing, and the body is getting harder and harder. I am trying hard to clear the things in my body, because the hardness of my body has begun to make it difficult for me to continue to dismantle myself. I really don’t want to let myself completely “hard”, and there are still one or some foreign objects left inside.

Fortunately, there will always be some rewards for my efforts. For example, now, although I am covered with various strange creatures, my "inside" is very "clean". Although it is not a normal organization, there are finally no abnormal monsters in front of me.

As time continues to move forward, there are fewer and fewer monsters around me. After all, they can no longer chew me. Since there is no oil or water, it is meaningless to continue attacking me, and it can only save your own life.

I reached out and grabbed a monster that was about to escape from me, and then mechanized it and threw it out towards the cover in the distance.

There was no unexpected bang, but a sound of mud falling to the ground.

The cover is gone, and I look at it in the sound.

Bang, with a little force under my feet, I had already rushed out of the turbid Nai River. The dirty river water on my body was falling into the Nai River under my feet, as if I was still a little unwilling to accept it.

I don’t have poetic and picturesque time. I can move and leave this Naihe is the most urgent idea in my heart. As for what will happen to me next, let’s talk about it.

Bang, my body fell on the Naihe Bridge, and there were still foolish ghosts around me. In a century, there was no change.

"Not bad." A voice came from behind, old and hoarse, like the sand and soil in the desert being blown up by the wind.

Meng Po. I recognize this voice. Over the years, only this voice sounded in my head like an alarm clock.

Turn around and face Meng Po.

The old lady in front of her was still withered and yellow, thin, and there was no glory in her eyes. Even when she just praised me, she didn't seem to have the same emotions as she should have.

I had countless questions in my mind, but when I suddenly faced this old man, I seemed to have forgotten them all.

"It's okay." So, the last thing that popped out of my mouth was definitely two words that were definitely a devil.

Is that okay? I don’t even know what I am like now, but I actually said it’s okay. I feel amused and crying, and I feel even stronger that I want to slap my mouth.

"Haha, it's really good." A strange voice sounded again. Judging from the location, it should be Meng Po, but this voice... is too different, right? This voice is definitely a woman's voice, and definitely a beautiful woman's voice.

I stared at Meng Po's eyes, but fortunately I saw a light flashing through Meng Po's eyes.

"Come in." The beautiful woman's voice. When she looked up, she saw Meng Po waving at me and signaling me to go over.

The eyes were empty and there was nothing. I was going to go in? Where did I go? I stared into Meng Po's eyes.

Haha, with a chuckle, Meng Po turned around, stepped forward, and disappeared in front of her eyes.

My..., what is this? As a normal person, I have no way to understand what is happening in front of me.

So, as I kept exploring, I also disappeared.

A bright light flashed in front of my eyes, and the bright color instantly hit my eyes, stinging, the only thing I could feel now.

"Where is this?" After getting used to the light, I murmured softly.

"My house." The woman in the distance was leaning lazily against the edge of the wooden door. Her snow-white dress was covered by a dark gray veil, but there was no trace of abruptness. The woman's face was clean, just like the veil on her body, with a very quiet smile on her face, and her eyes narrowed slightly and she was looking at me. From the curve of her eyes, it can be seen that the woman was happy now.

"Who are you?" The woman in front of me was not pretty, but she was far more beautiful than tens of millions of times. When I asked this, I could feel the calmness in my words.

"Meng Po." The woman said calmly, but in my heart, I was like an island country that had experienced the atomic bomb, "magnificent".

"Come in." The woman waved her hand, then turned around and walked into the room behind her.

It was not until this time that I had time to look at everything around me. There was a sea of ​​flowers that could not be seen at a glance. I recognized that it was a mandala. This was the only thing I could know about, because when I was "living", I had read a lot of articles about the underworld. Mandala was a plant that Meng Po liked. Behind me were a few simple thatched huts, with dark yellow colors, which seemed more peaceful in the sea of ​​flowers all over the mountains. A courtyard surrounded by simple fences, with simple farm tools placed in the courtyard, many

They are all I know. The rake used for plowing the ground is quietly leaning against the thatched hut, like a lazy man sleeping in the sun. Next to it is a kettle filled with half a pot of clear water. The kettle has a long spout, which seems to be used for watering flowers. There are many green plants in the small courtyard, all of which I have seen before. The only two I can recognize are a few daisies and a large string of green vines. The green vines are wrapped around a simple swing, and the green color makes the swing look more naughty.

He walked into the room and walked through the simple wooden door. The room was also simple, with all wooden furniture and some simple daily necessities. Meng Po was in the room on the left.

When she saw the woman, she was fiddling with a small stove. The sound of boiling water was heard from the kettle on the stove. Through the edge of the kettle, you could see the charcoal fire in the stove. The charcoal fire was slowly shaking, slowly warming the kettle.

"Sit." The woman pointed to the wooden chair next to the stove.

I sat up, and the woman in front of me had put down the wooden stick in my hand and let the fire continue to sway slowly. When I raised my head, I could see a little bit of sweat on the woman's forehead. Until now, I still couldn't turn the woman in front of me into Meng Po. Even my consciousness and voice were not good. I could feel my extremely resolute resistance.

"Are you Meng Po?" I asked, I knew I had known that she was Meng Po for a long time, but I still wanted to ask, just like a person who has experienced life and death, although he was alive, he still wanted to confirm that he was not dead.

"What?" Meng Po's lips raised a curve and looked at me with a smile.

"Nothing, this feeling...is not very..." I tried hard to organize the language, but never expressed it clearly.

"Believe it, don't believe it?"

"Yeah, yes." I nodded.
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