Pain.

It hurts.

Extremely painful.

It felt like there were countless sharp needles piercing into the flesh and blood all over his body.

Oh, it's not like that, it's just like that.

The sharp and thin needles were pierced along the pores, and the blood immediately dyed the body red, the muscles began to spasm, and the huge pain burst out like a mountain and a tsunami, turning into wails and screams.

The sound disappeared the moment he opened his mouth.

The densely packed steel needles pierced the lips, slowly but resolutely shattered the teeth bit by bit, and pierced the tongue, upper jaw, and lower jaw. Blood poured from the throat, and fear kept exploding in the heart.

He wanted to speak, to speak, to blink.

But it can't be done.

While blinking reluctantly, his eyelids touched the steel needles pierced into the child's hole, not one, but more than ten, or even dozens. The blood flowed non-stop, and the next moment, his eyelids began to hurt violently.

Everything is just the beginning.

The steel needle kept piercing, touching the bone, and then pierced into the bone, spinning crazily, and the sticky bone marrow seemed to be hotter than blood under the most sensitive consciousness.

He couldn't see anything, couldn't speak, and couldn't struggle.

Surgery is just the beginning.

But his whole person has been completely destroyed.

He could no longer see with his eyes, couldn't hear with his ears, and his mouth had also lost the ability to speak. Steel needles covered his whole body, and the constant rotating vibrations tore at the muscles and blood vessels all over his body, and shattered his bones.

Wang Shengxiao is not dead yet, and even his consciousness is always in the most awake and capable of feeling pain.

The immortality potion on the operating table was dripping little by little, and the powerful vitality continued to nourish his completely broken body, always keeping him alive during the severe trauma.

Fear and despair were constantly piling up, almost frightening his own liver and gallbladder. Wang Shengxiao could not do anything, not even scream. He could only endure it, endure it desperately, and carry it to his death.

This is not a torture.

Every minute and every second, this place is purgatory.

Real purgatory.

There was no point in regretting anything. He had never thought about it at all. He lay there, feeling his breathing getting weaker and weaker, feeling the severe pain constantly impacting his reason, and feeling the pressure of his body against the steel needle.

Under the torture, it gradually turned into a puddle of rotten flesh.

One second, one minute, ten minutes, one hour.

The thought in my mind went from vague to clear, from clear to vague, and then clear again: "We must carry it through."

The steel needle is still working.

It seems like every second is an eternity and the surgery is almost endless.

Wang Shengxiao's body went from unconscious twitching to calming down, as if his body had lost consciousness, or had become numb to the pain.

The immortality potion is still dripping.

A viscous, cold liquid that can absorb all light but is invisible to humans began to seep in little by little along the wounds on Wang Shengxiao's body.

Wang Shengxiao's body, which was already a little numb, began to twitch again.

He could clearly feel the invisible liquid seeping in from the wound, and quickly completed a cycle in his body. This cycle seemed to make the liquid feel tired, so a liquid quickly formed in his body.

Plant something semi-solidified.

Similar to the kind of blood clots you can eat.

But all his own blood was blocked by this blood clot.

The pain was more painful than before, with an unbearable itching that continued to spread and intensify throughout the body.

The densely packed steel needles moved a few centimeters slightly and fell again. Because of the movement of a few centimeters, every steel needle that fell at this moment perfectly avoided all the wounds, and then began to add new wounds to him.

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Heartbreaking pain.

Heartbreaking itch.

But Wang Shengxiao couldn't move. He couldn't even shout. The itching and pain were constantly increasing in his body. The word "endure" had become meaningless. His chest was rising and falling crazily, driving the blood in his body.

The flow rate keeps accelerating.

Countless steel needles kept falling, and more and more invisible liquid seeped from the wound, blocking the blood inside. Then the almost semi-solidified liquid was punctured by the steel needle again, and the blood flowed and was blocked again.

Layer by layer.

His blood had completely fused with the invisible liquid, and his almost rotten body began to expand continuously. His whole body was swelling, like a bomb that was about to explode at any time.

Despair, depression, fear, powerlessness.

Wang Shengxiao could no longer feel the twitching of his body. Only the crazy itching and severe pain came continuously, stimulating his consciousness.

There seemed to be no glory left in his heart, and the only meaning of living was to endure torture and despair.

He knew that all this was just the beginning. In the next thirty long hours, he would have to survive second by second, and then face even more cruel torture.

"Forget it, I can't bear it.

He will die, and once he dies, it won’t hurt anymore.

Wouldn’t it be nice to be free?

What happens to the Wang family in Beihai, and what happens to other people? As long as they are dead, they will no longer be seen and they don’t care.

I have persisted...but if I can't persist, just die, forget it..."

Countless thoughts are constantly colliding in my waking consciousness.

But Wang Shengxiao just didn't want it to end.

"Just hold on for one more second, just one more second. If you hold on just once, since you are still alive, what does the pain mean? If you hold on, you can hold on for one more second. In the next second, maybe a miracle will happen..."

He held on tightly, enduring the time second by second. The extreme pain caused his consciousness to be in a state of lucidity and confusion.

He suddenly thought of his mother.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of his mother and the summer solstice.

The memory seems to have gone back to my childhood I don’t know how long ago.

The pain has confused the memory.

He seemed to have thought of many things, but everything was completely confused. The people in the picture seemed not to be the people in his memory, and he no longer seemed to be himself.

Messy, meaningless pictures kept flashing in my mind, and there seemed to be hallucinations in front of my eyes.

He saw a fire burning on the Imperial Army Mountain.

That was the Imperial Army Mountain that he was most familiar with. It was intact and had not been split open by a sword. He saw Xia Zhi in the fire, his face was pale and his body was stiff and breathless.

The psychological and physical pain stabbed into the brain like a steel needle.

He saw the blood blooming from his sister's neck as the sword blade in her hand scratched her neck.

The waves were roaring into the sky, and he saw his father's body separated by the explosion of colorful sword light, but his father's figure seemed to suddenly change into his own.

He saw the crazy Tang Shi walking down the rooftop of a high-rise building with a silly smile. Her body was falling and spinning crazily, her long hair flying in the air, and she was leaping from floor to floor with the afterglow of life.

The scene on the floor was revealed among the messy hair. It seemed that someone was talking in the most indifferent tone about how to annex the Wang family's property in Beihai.

He saw Song Ci carrying the child into the Abyss Laboratory.

The child seemed a little older, crying and screaming, holding his mother's hand and shaking his head constantly.

He saw that Song Ci's body was smeared with an invisible liquid.

She saw someone holding a tool, patiently and meticulously, breaking Song Ci's arms and thighs bit by bit. Her body twitched slightly in pain, but her eyes were all numb, and the cry of children came from outside.

, vaguely, a glimmer of light gradually appeared in her eyes.

hallucination...

Everything, everything, is an illusion.

????????????????all fake.

The real pain seemed to gradually become unreal. Wang Shengxiao's body seemed to have completely lost its activity. As the eternal life dripped drop by drop, his consciousness began to become more stable than ever before.

He can still think.

He knew that what he saw was an illusion, but equally, it might be the future.

If he couldn't survive this time, everything he saw might happen again in a more cruel way.

No, there is no possibility of not being able to survive.

The steel needle kept pricking again.

Wang Shengxiao let his thoughts extend as far as possible toward the future.
To be continued...