Death and rebirth are an unfamiliar area for others.
But for Yu Xing, this is probably one node after another that he will go through when he is alive.
When his current body reaches its limit, an unbearable curse turns his body into a pool of debris.
It hurts very much, but if every organ and every cell is broken, you will naturally not feel the pain.
Yu Xing felt that he had no memory for a while, only an instinctive impression.
He seemed to feel that he was actively pieced together and growing, and the pieces were planning to reorganize along the original path to form an identical body.
But this impression is not profound, more like the depths of a nightmare. After waking up, he can only leave a little uncertainty residue. For example, now, Yu Xing opened his eyes from the darkness and raised his eyes and saw the faintly shining fruit. The faces of the resentful spirit on the fruit were looking at each other in front of him.
The thoughts return.
The black mist still enveloped him.
He turned over and sat up, looking around vigilantly, but found that there was no need for this.
The process of absorbing the curse is far from over, this is just...the first death.
The first resurrection.
After a brief adaptation, the body that had just pieced together began to break again.
Yu Xing let out a long sigh, forcing himself to recall all the experiences in the past few years, desperately remembering those familiar faces, and then closed his eyes and waited for a second death.
I don't know when it's now.
They left the school called...what are they leaving?
Maybe they have returned to the hotel, and Zhao Mou will definitely tell Carlos what happened in the school.
If I had known that I should have brought Carlos with me, if there were Carlos' paper people, their contact would have become much easier.
Wait a minute, why should I bring him with me? Paper man... What is Paper man?
Yu Xing had no choice but to find that his mind was still in chaos after being cursed here. It was so difficult to think of something smoothly.
Also, my whole body was feeling aching and swelling. It was really hard to bear to eat like this.
After sighing, Yu Xing's eyes turned dark again.
The second death.
The second resurrection.
Yu Xing sat cross-legged next to the pit. After two times he was forced to death until the explosion, he found that his physical fitness had improved greatly.
The manifestation is that he trembled physiologically, but the pain was far less powerful than the beginning.
And, this time he seemed to have been persisting for several days and has not died yet.
But I still can't think very much.
The third death.
The third resurrection.
There was no longer the concept of time. Yu Xing raised his head and looked at the fruit on his head boredly.
Can such fruit be eaten?
I don’t know if it tastes good or not. If it tastes good, I can bring it to Zhu Yan for a taste. This girl likes to come into contact with all kinds of ugly things.
How are Zhu Yan doing during this period?
What cases have I investigated for...
As Yu Xing thought about it, he scratched his hair and realized that his hair had grown to his waist.
Why is it so long? It's like when I was soaked in the laboratory before.
Cut your hair yourself before going out.
I don’t like long hair very much, because long hair always reminds him of...Who is here, the opera singer.
The fourth resurrection.
In fact, those branches could have been controlled by Yu Xing for a long time, but he didn't have the time to do it. But this time, he finally attacked the fruit and controlled some branches to send him next to the fruit.
The resentful spirit stared at him.
While looking at the back of his hand, Yu Xing was fuzzy and opened and closed, he reached out to pick one of the sunken sun.
The picked fruit will not shine anymore, with a cool and tingling feeling, showing a sense of existence in his hands.
It's not very capable of holding it, just like an ordinary person gets a soldering iron.
Yu Xing played with it for a few times, but he really didn't want to add any extra pain burden to himself. He pointed it at the pit on the ground very seriously and threw the sunken sun like throwing a basketball.
Centre-in basket.
The fifth resurrection.
My thinking seems to be a little smoother, and my body's reaction is not that big.
Yu Xing didn't know how long it had been since he came down, but he only knew that he was undergoing transformation again and again.
In that transformation, he was a complete victim, and the power he obtained opened the follow-up to his tragedy.
Now I am willing, because of hatred and because of the increase in ability.
"Does it mean I'm much better than before?" Yu Xing thought a little childishly.
If it were the beginning, he would not have the spirit of being as tenacious as he is now, and he would have already begun to want to destroy the surroundings.
Unlike now, he is trapped in such a place and still remembers not being able to leave.
The sixth resurrection.
My mind is a little empty.
Yu Xing looked at the dissipated black fog, and after opening his eyes, he looked blankly for a long time.
His hair spread out at his feet, like a carpet, blending with the potholes and tangled, which made him look like he was growing in a tree.
It's almost over...a concept emerged in his mind.
A little hungry.
Want to eat... want to eat... what do you want to eat?
People's screams and fear appeared in his eyes, and the negative emotions made him feel excited.
But then, another clip flashed back in my mind.
A figure stood in an unknown space, and the knife in his hand chopped the ingredients under the knife over and over again, and scarlet red flowed out of the knife... Oh, it seemed to be tomato sauce.
The figure was wearing an apron, lowered his head and was cooking seriously, and his face seemed to be... himself.
I'm hungry, but I still want to eat the prepared dishes.
Qu...The two little girls used to like eating.
Zhao Mou can cook too. When he lives with his teammates, the kitchen will never be empty, but someone will do it anyway.
These people are...
Who?
Yu Xing blinked, trying to piece together these trivial memories.
There are several familiar faces.
When I think of them, my emotions that were so indifferent that I was silent seemed to fluctuate a little.
By the way, there is the little girl named Qu, a blue-haired person, a ghost thing older than him, and Zhao Mou, and he doesn't remember what Chief Zhao Mou looks like.
It seems that there is someone else.
have no idea.
It seems that I have forgotten someone.
The seventh resurrection.
Thinking more smoothly, the black mist scattered around it became visible to the naked eye. After Yu Xing's thinking was reshaped, he rubbed his eyebrows and turned over and sat up.
What was he thinking before his last death.
Oh, forgot about someone.
But I can't remember it anyway. I should be a very interesting person, so why is it so vague?
Yu Xing frowned.
Before he knew it, he no longer cared about what the lines on his body had become, nor did he care about his physical condition, because the pain had really become something he was used to.
It's not cold anymore and won't tremble.
Even the long-lasting chaos of memory cannot be adjusted quickly, so he forgot someone and couldn't remember it.
Zhao...
Zhao Mou's younger brother.
Yes, that's the person.
Why do I think about it this way? Maybe it's because this is the first teammate he met after entering the absurdity.
After that it seemed like he became a friend.
He doesn't think he is a friend.
It’s his senior, he has taught that person a lot.
After dying again and again, his control over the curse increased little by little. Everyone else remembered it, but why did he forget this person?
Yu Xing had no destination to think about it casually.
Perhaps you have to die again, and the absorption of the curse will end.
The black mist rolled, seeping into his skin bit by bit.
He breathed hard and looked upwards.
The faint light was his only companionship underground, and between the light and shadow, thick fog and shadows were filled with will.
shadow?
A figure standing in the shadow suddenly appeared in Yu Xing's mind. The figure seemed to have noticed something and turned around from memory.
The corners of his lips were pursed indifferently, as if he was laughing at him, and he could forget it.
Yu Xing smiled. He remembered it. The feeling of suddenly forgetting something and then suddenly remembering it was pretty good.