Lu Zhengkang looked seriously at the boy in front of him. His eyes widened, tears flowed wildly, his body was shaking, and he let out frightened shouts, which were more piercing than Di Luo's howling.
With simple psychological suggestions and expert fear techniques, he is now imagining being thrown off a cliff by himself, and his life will not be long.
Lu Zhengkang chuckled, "Come on, kid, let me see your potential and courage!"
…
Jonas is suspended in the air.
He was still shouting at the top of his lungs, but no sound came out. The air was like some kind of solid glass, freezing his body and emotions.
"waste."
Jonas heard someone say this, and it sounded very familiar. It was the voice of Mr.
He blinked, squeezed out the tears, and looked around again. He was floating in the air, trying to move his head, but failed.
"What a waste." Another sneer, this time it was my mother's voice.
"I shouldn't have given birth to this thing in the first place." The drunken words were very familiar, it was his father.
Jonas looked at the towering mountain peaks, the forests, grasslands, and rivers and roads on the ground, disappearing little by little. In the darkness, he felt falling again, and then the sharp pain of the impact.
The skin felt like it had all exploded, the bones were broken into fine pieces, like pebbles rubbing against the nerves, and the intestines and other organs were like balloons, bursting open, as if there was a bang, and the skull was
There is a gurgling sound floating in the cerebrospinal fluid, like the sound of water flowing under the glacier at night. Once the pain reaches the limit, it actually doesn't hurt that much anymore.
It doesn't hurt at all. A person's skin is like a meat dumpling. It falls into a puddle when dropped in a basin. It's a bit interesting. Death has become a friend who is about to visit. Look at the time, the appointment is nine o'clock, and it is already eight
It's past fifty-six.
I waited and waited, but for a long time I didn't see the pointer pointing to fifty-seven.
Time is really strange. Sometimes it passes quickly and sometimes it passes slowly. Do you have your own thoughts?
This old clock may be broken. After all, it was purchased before Jonas was born. It is not reliable to say that it is a mage craft. Time must be flowing, and I can really feel the flow of time.
Yes, but why did the watch stop? Is there something wrong with my feeling, or is there something wrong with the time.
perhaps……
"Hurry up! Move quickly! Little waste, I didn't buy you to be lazy!" It's the foreman of the winery, a very cold imperial man who works for the owner of the winery and treats slave workers very viciously.
Jonas wanted to shiver, but he realized that he could no longer do such a small thing. Looking at the time, it was eight fifty-seven, and sure enough, time was still passing.
In the void in front of Jonas, there is no such thing as light or darkness, only things themselves have color.
A copper grandfather clock lay on its side in the corner of the dilapidated room, covered with cobwebs. The crystal on the surface was covered with light dust, but the hands and scales were still clear. In addition, there were shadowy crowds moving in the corridor outside the room.
, sound waves of rebuke and scolding came from far and near, the sound waves were like water waves, passing by him and away from him...
One of Jonas's eyeballs was still intact. It fell to the ground and was still rolling. A nerve was connected to the eyeball. There was a buzzing sound in his ears, so that the insults seemed blurry.
Almost everyone he knew was mocking Jonas, including his parents, classmates at the college, his tutor, Dillo and Mr. Baishan.
I don’t feel bad when others scold me, except Mr.
Jonas wanted to take a deep breath, but his lungs were already broken. He wanted to shed some tears, but the blood was still leaking out. He wanted to ask why, but his vocal cords were already torn.
Why am I like this?
It was the teacher who asked me to learn the art of mental power.
What else was he talking about?
The time is eight fifty-eight.
Wait, please slow down, why does time fly so fast now?
What did the gentleman say?
"Waste! You waste! How can you be a Dragonborn! You are a Breton, and I am a Nord. Those four old men must be demented to say that you are a Dragonborn!" Dillo shouted.
Voice.
"Do you know why I took you in? Because you will be a good dog. Be obedient and you will have food to eat." The gentleman's voice became so strange.
"Do you hate me? I only made three gold coins by selling you. My poor son, how can you be such a waste!"
"Politics! Haha, you will understand that a few people enslave the majority. Children, you will understand that everyone in the world is equal, but some people are more equal!"
So noisy!
You guys are so noisy!
What on earth should I remember?
Eight fifty-nine.
Stop! Stop! Hey! Jonas's eyes stopped moving and he was staring at the clock. The hands were moving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's the appointed time soon.
What is it? What do I do?
Death is coming, it will come. The door to the room is behind you. Is it already at the door?
...nine o'clock.
Dang! Dang! Dang... the grandfather clock vibrated nine times in a row.
Among the bells, the gentle knock on the door was so low and clear.
Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!
Jonas couldn't move.
Click, squeak, and the door opened.
Then came the sound of footsteps, pattering, and some rubbing sounds, clicking.
A huge shadow fell over Jonas and covered his eyes, and now the boy knew that death was coming, right behind him.
A long and slender tongue gently licked the minced meat on the ground.
The hot breath made Jonas's nerves exposed to the air feel numb and itchy, as well as the heat of his tongue and the sticky saliva.
The outer layer of the clock crystal shows the shadow behind Jonas.
That's a dragon!
It has two wings and two feet, a slender neck, its body is pale golden, the complex and symmetrical horns on its head are beautiful and elegant, and its pupils are golden, solemn, ancient, cold and playful.
Jonas was rolled up by the tongue and swallowed into the dragon's belly.
…
Lu Zhengkang frowned, something was very wrong with Jonas.
He stopped trembling and opened his eyes. There was deep arrogance in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, just like the never-ending river in the wilderness under the stars and moon.
"Mortal, offer your loyalty, and I will give you strength." The boy spoke in dragon language.
The troll man gently unbuttoned his shirt, threw it aside, and replied in dragon language: "Where did you come from, you dare to bully my children!"
The next moment, both sides spoke simultaneously.
“Vosloda!!!!”
…
Bang.
Bang.
It's the sound of a heartbeat.
Jonas opened his eyes, and there was light shining through the mother and fetus, and the blood vessels, arteries, and veins were clearly visible.
If these blood vessels were torn into pieces, would it kill the mother?
Jonas was startled by his own thoughts. Why do I have such thoughts?
Damn human creatures, humble and weak bodies, restraining me...
Jonas became more and more panicked. Who is deceiving me with this idea?
Waste! Don’t you understand? I am you and you are me! We are one!
In his mind, two thoughts were in breathing contact, one was weak and the other was fierce, but the weak one was much stronger than the fierce one. The boy didn't want to hear the other one vent his terrifying emotions, so he pushed the fierce one down and pushed him under the water.
No sound came out.
After a while, the voice surfaced again and continued to chatter and lose its temper. Jonas pushed him down again, over and over again. Finally, the boy gave up.
After all, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up.
