"I'll do it." Zhang Feng volunteered.

Zhang Feng is very confident in his willpower.

He is confident that he can withstand the attack.

But he didn't dare to gamble with Zhao Yijin's willpower...

To be on the safe side, it's better to let him go.

As soon as he finished speaking, a recliner suddenly appeared next to the black shadow.

The shadow pointed at the chair and motioned for Zhang Feng to lie down on it.

Zhang Feng was not pretentious. He glanced at Zhao Yijin next to him and then lay down on the chair.

The moment he lay down on the chair, Zhang Feng's five senses were blocked, or in other words, separated from Zhao Yijin's world.

Zhang Feng closed his eyes and could vaguely hear some small and trivial sounds outside his ears, but he could not hear them clearly.

Gradually, his consciousness began to turn white, and his soul seemed to wander to other places.

----

"......Ha ha--!!"

Zhang Feng fell to the ground, breathing heavily. The sudden stimulation caused Zhang Feng to breathe heavily uncontrollably.

"What......?"

Zhang Feng murmured to himself.

He seemed to have forgotten a lot of things. His originally clear brain was in a state of chaos and he couldn't understand anything.

Why am I falling here?

Zhang Feng thought doubtfully.

I don't know whether it was because he was hit on the head or because his eyes were filled with tears. In short, Zhang Feng felt that his vision was very blurry.

Boom!

Zhang Feng could feel his fragile body being picked up by someone's hands and thrown out the door.

"boom!"

A huge bang on the door rang in his ears, and Zhang Feng found himself thrown into the corridor.

Just when he felt unable to breathe and his whole body was paralyzed, a sudden severe pain brought him back to consciousness.

abdomen......

I couldn't help but want to touch it with my hands, but this time I felt a sharp pain in my palms.

After taking a look... I found that part of the uniform was stained red, and a piece of glass the size of a triangular plate was deeply pierced into it.

The bright red stung Zhang Feng's eyes, causing him to narrow them subconsciously.

After his initial observations and feelings...

Perhaps his internal organs had been injured...his instinct told him that it was such a serious injury.

Wait a minute... a skirt?

Why a skirt?!

Why does he have to suffer this kind of punishment? He is a pure boy!

Zhang Feng couldn't understand what he was seeing.

He looked down at the bulging burden on his chest, and then noticed the short uniform skirt he was wearing. For a moment, his brain was a little shut down.

Why did he become a girl again?!

Wait a minute...why say again?

Zhang Feng looked at the bleeding wound on his abdomen in disbelief, and at the same time subconsciously pressed his hand on the wound.

Blood slowly overflowed along Zhang Feng's fingers, like an active fountain. No matter how Zhang Feng pressed the wound, he could not stop the bleeding.

Moreover, what exactly happened to this wound?

Zhang Feng stood up slowly. He stood on the dark wooden floor with his bare feet. He pulled out his top from the waist seam of his skirt without any scruples. He swaggeringly lifted up his clothes and looked down at himself.

belly.

With just one glance, a large number of special memories flooded into his mind, making Zhang Feng frown.

He vaguely remembered.

Not long ago, he ran away from a girl holding scissors that was half a person's height in this dilapidated school.

The girl kicked him away, and at the same time, a piece of glass was stabbed into his abdomen.

After he got rid of her, Zhang Feng went straight into the medical room, looking for bandages and tools to treat injuries.

But not long after he entered it, he was knocked unconscious by an inexplicable force.

Fortunately, while collecting things in the medical room, Zhang Feng found a makeup box with a mirror in the cabinet.

Box......

Thinking this, Zhang Feng touched his pocket with one hand.

But he found that the mirror was in his pocket.

After opening the portable mirror and taking a look, Zhang Feng realized how outrageous his changes were.

His original handsome face has been replaced by this petite and pleasant appearance.

This woman has an excellent appearance, red lips, white teeth, and extremely delicate skin.

However, these are not the most important.

Through the mirror on the makeup box, Zhang Feng discovered...that there were large red spots on his body.

In my impression, there were only a few red spots on his belly and face...but now, they were like tarsal maggots, all over his body.

How should I put it? At this moment, the piece of glass on his belly was very consistent with the traces of erythema.

erythema......

The red spot was punctured...

Thinking about it better...this thing has nothing to do with the red spot on his belly...right? It's just a coincidence.

Well, he couldn't deceive himself. This thing looked like something similar to the law of cause and effect.

For example, if any traces appear, they will definitely be injured.

What he needs to determine now is how many such marks there are on his body.

Zhang Feng swallowed, opened the top and undershirt, unfastened the buckle on the side of the skirt, and took off the zipper.

I opened the makeup box and carefully checked the erythema on my stomach. I saw the erythema on my lower abdomen from the mirror in the makeup box. The color was so thick that it was scary. It would be no exaggeration to say that it was bleeding.

The black-red thing was more like something coming out of the body than an erythema.

No...right.

The color has become thicker...it is obviously continuing, and the area has spread.

Let me go... With such large-scale traces, is he about to be decomposed?

It was impossible to survive an injury of this magnitude.

Will definitely die!

This is the only thought in Zhang Feng's mind,

However, for some reason, he actually felt that there was nothing terrible about death.

Why would he think so?

Thinking about it in a weird direction, could it be because he has died many times before?

Could it be that this place is actually just an illusion, or that he is actually trapped in reincarnation and has experienced death countless times, so...he is so familiar with death.

Zhang Feng thought casually. When he closed the mirror of his makeup box, he glanced at his face in the mirror. What he saw on his stiffened face was...

Uh-huh?

No...

Although he doubted my own eyes, it was not a mistake or a stain on the mirror, but a red spot with a disgusting color... The same red spot as the one on his abdomen was already all over his face, without any trace of it.

gap.

Their color is not strong...but maybe after a while, they will become the same as the abdomen.

"Holy shit, it's all on your face? Wouldn't that disfigure your face?!"

Zhang Feng wiped it vigorously with his hands, but there was no change in the erythema.

Instead, his face was sore from being rubbed with his own hands.
To be continued...