"I really can't tell... I really can't tell... I really can't tell."
Li Huowang knelt in the yard of the kindergarten, holding the little girl tightly, muttering to himself with extreme confusion in his eyes.
Is this reality or an illusion, real or fake? Li Huowang couldn't tell for a while.
When Master Jingxin said that any mind is full of confusion, Li Huowang once refuted it.
But when he saw Sun Xiaoqin kneeling towards him across the fence, he understood the true meaning of Master Jingxin's words.
Xinsu is Xinsu, no matter which side they choose as reality, they are always wrapped in confusion.
This is Xinsu’s fate, and no one can escape it.
At this moment, a small hand pulled out a small handkerchief from Li Huowang's arms.
Gently wiped the tears on his face.
Li Huowang looked down tremblingly and saw the little girl's cute face. She was wiping her tears with great concentration.
"Uncle, don't cry."
Looking at her cute face, Li Huowang realized in an instant that this little girl might be a living person.
When he thought that he was just a few inches away from killing such a kind little girl, Li Huowang suddenly felt full of fear in his heart.
"What if she is pretending to be the eighteenth lunar month? Kill her!"
As soon as this idea came out of his mind, Li Huowang suddenly felt extremely disgusted with himself.
"Shut up! Shut up!! Have you ever thought that this child might be alive! Is your life really more important than hers? She is at least a normal person! What about you? Li Huowang! You are just a lunatic!! It's useless
Madman! What qualifications do you have to trade her life!!"
The glass in Li Huowang's hand creaked as he held it, and he refused to let go even if the edge of the glass was pricked to pieces.
His roar startled everyone around him, and they all took a few steps back.
At this time, Li Huowang seemed to have two villains fighting in his mind. The hallucinations and real torture made him extremely painful. All of these made him unable to breathe.
Li Huowang even thought about death for a while. As long as he died, he would no longer be subject to this kind of torture.
There is no need for a lunatic like himself to live. As long as he dies, it will be good for everyone. His mother will no longer have a burden, and Danyangzi cannot be resurrected with the help of his own body.
"Put your guns away, young man, can I have a few words with you?" Other voices sounded outside the kindergarten.
The speaker was a middle-aged plainclothes man with a big belly and a loudspeaker. Li Huowang didn't know his identity, but since the policemen actually lowered their pistols, he guessed that this man was of high status.
Just when Li Huowang's eyes moved away, he slowly raised his right hand with the speaker in his left hand, "Well, look at it, young man, as the saying goes-"
Just when he was halfway through speaking, the middle-aged man's raised right index finger inexplicably bent slightly.
"Whoosh~!" A high-speed rotating sniper bullet shot out of the barrel of a gun from a hidden window in the distance and flew straight towards Li Huowang's brainstem.
At this moment, an extremely special feeling enveloped Li Huowang's body. He suddenly tensed up and subconsciously turned his head.
With a sound of "touch!", Li Huowang's body trembled violently. After raising his head heavily, he fell heavily to the ground.
"Son!!" Sun Xiaoqin's miserable voice spread far and wide.
The back of his head hit the ground so hard that Li Huowang's head began to buzz, and his eyes were filled with stars.
"Am I going to die? If I'm already dead, why can I still think??"
At this moment, the bright surroundings quickly dimmed, and the buildings and crowds around them all turned into dim, weird-looking bamboos.
At this moment, Li Huowang felt a burning pain on his face and looked disappointed.
But Li Huowang no longer had time to pay attention to this, because he felt that the familiar voice was still there on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and it was watching him in the bamboo forest at this moment.
He looked around and found that they were all bamboos. He was surrounded by bamboos, and his lower body was sunk into a pool of muddy rotten bamboo leaves.
"Li Huowang~! Li Huowang!!" The shouts of various people came from time to time in the bamboo forest, including Lingmiao's, Danyangzi's, and even Li Zhi's.
Li Huowang always thought that here, other brothers and sisters followed his instructions and attacked on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
However, now it seems that it is not the same thing at all. The situation is exactly the opposite. I don’t know why I was left alone.
At this time, a familiar voice came from the forest. "Old Bones, as the saying goes, seventy-three or eighty-four, the King of Hell didn't ask me to go. You are already eighty-four this year, why don't you go?" p>
This old neighbor's voice kept echoing in the bamboo forest, getting stronger and stronger, and began to gradually occupy Li Huowang's mind, trying to transform his perception into the dying old man again.
And rustling sounds began to be heard in the bamboo forest, and Li Huowang saw the little girl that night, and also saw the Kitchen God in her mouth.
The eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month is not alone, it even has helpers.
At this time, Li Huowang had not yet recovered from what had just happened. His heart was in pain, but in the face of the crisis before him, he smiled.
"You know? It seems that you have won, but you should never have done it. You just shouldn't have killed me just now. Do you know, my heart really hurts now."
Li Huowang arched his back with a distorted expression, placed a trembling hand on his heart and clenched it tightly, gritted his teeth and shouted loudly. "It hurts so much that I even want to die!!"
After speaking, Li Huowang pulled the red bamboo slip behind him. When the bamboo slip unfolded, Li Huowang felt that the extreme pain in his heart came to life.
And this emotion resonated with the bamboo slips, and the inner pain that had just weakened due to the return began to slowly intensify.
Immediately afterwards, a wonderful change occurred in the red bamboo slip. It began to take root. Those roots drilled out from the bamboo leaves below, dyeing everything blood red.
Gradually, Li Huowang's mood gradually collapsed, and the pain in his heart returned to its previous peak.
However, this is not enough. After taking root, it must sprout. The inner pain is enough, and now there is still physical pain.
Li Huowang broke down and cried, his hands touching the torture instruments at the hem.
They obviously wanted to stop it on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, but now it was too late.