This feeling is very wonderful, like being in the cold sea water. Every muscle in the body is relaxed under the support of the sea water. A slight sense of coldness travels throughout the body, soothing the tired spirit.
This is a very suitable environment for sleeping in. Even Boluogo is a little addicted to this rare tranquility, letting his body go with the flow.
In the world of nothingness, Boluogo closed his eyes tightly and swayed back and forth among the huge gravel and powder, like a lost wanderer.
There was a layer of frost on his body, as if he had been dead for many years.
After coming into contact with the wandering boulders, Boluoge was gently knocked away. His figure slowly moved among the gravel. After an unknown amount of time, his body was caught by the gray earth, and gravity exerted its force on Boluogo.
Luo Ge's body dragged him from the deep void to the earth.
Boluogo hit the ground hard, but this time he couldn't wake up. The gray stuff, which was clearly snow, ashes, or dust, swallowed up his body bit by bit until only what was left was left.
A vague outline.
A long time passed like this, and in the gray wilderness, a figure slowly emerged. He was like a traveler in the gray desert, wearing the same gray robe. What was strange was that his face seemed to be protected by some kind of power, making it blurry.
Distorted, all observers are unable to glimpse his true appearance.
The traveler walked up to the body that was about to be buried. He didn't react at all. It seemed that he had seen this scene many times and his heart was no longer ups and downs.
He stretched out his hand, grabbed the cold and dead body, and then dragged Boluogo towards the crater on the side. After reaching the highest point, the traveler let go and threw Boluogo's body into the darkness of the crater.
The traveler watched all this silently. The corpse kept rolling and rolled up gray dust. It rolled little by little to the deepest point and fell into the huge shadow of the crater.
The floating rocks above the head collided with each other, breaking into countless rubbles and extending huge cracks. Then a hazy white light fell, slightly brightening the shadow of the crater.
The shadows converged, and one could vaguely detect something in the shadows, densely packed and piled up into mountains.
The traveler did not pay too much attention to those things, but turned his head towards the gray wildness. After he left, more light fell through the cracks, and a corner of the shadow was dispersed, revealing the unknown under that corner.
.
Corpses, countless corpses, piled up in mountains, corpses filling the depressions of the crater.
In this quiet world of nothingness, countless corpses are intertwined and stacked on top of each other. The skin has lost all blood color, like a plaster statue, leaving only grayish white.
During the long period of peace, some corpses turned completely gray, and then shattered like sculptures. There was no sticky blood flowing out of the sections of the limbs, and there was no flesh and blood at all.
Some are just gray powder. It seems that when they die, the corpses turn into gray sculptures, and the powder floats into the gray world.
It seems that this world is not like this, but under the destruction of countless corpses, the thicker dust has swallowed everything up.
No one noticed what was happening here, but behind the layers of boulders, in the void, a singular point appeared out of thin air, distorting the surrounding space. Even the light path was distorted and turned into curved arcs.
The next second, the singularity expanded, and a vague figure appeared in it, and then began to solidify. After a brief fainting, Boluogo opened his eyes.
Boluogo was a little confused, and then his expression became slightly panicked and curious. He remembered the last scene before he lost consciousness.
He fell into the great chasm.
Boluogo still doesn't know what is at the bottom of the great rift, but he can vaguely sense that it is an ominous place.
Curiosity and awe coexisted in Boluogo's heart. He had thought about finding an opportunity to explore there, but no matter what, he never thought he would do it in this way.
But...how did I fall into the big rift?
Boluogo recalled carefully. He only felt that he had lost all his strength at that time, and even the ether fell into silence, and then fell.
He somewhat didn't understand all this, but if he didn't understand it, he couldn't understand it. Dealing with the current matter was the most important thing.
"So...did I fall to death?"
Boluogo muttered in a low voice and drifted with the tide in nothingness.
Fortunately, Boluogo didn't wait long. A huge pulling feeling aroused from the bottom of his heart. His figure began to twist and pull, and finally disappeared into nothingness and returned to the world.
After Boluogo left, the world of nothingness was still running steadily. Travelers walked on the gray land, waiting for the next corpse to appear, and then drag it into the shadows.
…
"Bologo!"
Waves of calls rang in my ears, as if someone was calling me.
"Bologo!"
The voice sounded familiar, she should be someone Boluogo knew.
Burlogo felt someone pushing him, then a hammer, then...and then...
The hazy consciousness suddenly solidified, and Boluoge suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and sat up with difficulty. Before he could say anything, Boluogo retched in pain.
He vomited blood all over the floor, and finally managed to control his tumbling stomach. The belated pain hit Boluogo's body again.
This severe pain was a thousand times more severe than what he had experienced before. It directly caused Boluogo to lose control of his body and fell to the ground, shaking continuously, as if he was having an epileptic seizure.
Beside Boluogo, Aimu had already left the state of the harmonious body. In the dimness, she tried to control Boluogo's body, but Boluogo struggled fiercely. She had never seen Boluogo like this before.
Ge.
"Don't touch me...let me take a break."
After a brief moment of losing control, Boluogo gradually stopped shaking his body, but the strong pain in his heart still lingered.
Boluogo reached out and pushed Aimu away, as if he didn't want her to see his embarrassing scene. He groped and climbed to the other side, leaning against the rock wall, taking deep breaths repeatedly to suppress the restless power.
Mania.
Boluogo never imagined that this disease would break out at this time, the fatigue after the battle, the emptiness of the ether, the headache after resurrection, plus the endless thirst of mania.
All kinds of negative states were superimposed together. Boluoge finally woke up and almost fainted.
After a few minutes of relaxation, Bologo finally stabilized, but even though he was stable, Bologo's condition was not good. There was a faint sharp pain all over his body. He tried to clench his fist hard, but his body could not move.
How much power.
Boluogo thought that this must be the worst death he had suffered since he was released from prison.
"you are still alive?"
Seeing that he had stabilized, Aimu came closer. The surroundings were extremely dim. The only light sources were the hazy light falling from the top of his head and the blue halo in Aimu's eyes.
As she got closer, Boluoge also saw Amu's appearance clearly, and her condition was not much better.
Aimu's body was covered with Boluogo's clothes, but after the fierce battle, the clothes had long been soaked with blood, and the dirty blood had condensed into lumps, exuding the smell of ape rot.
There are many scratches on the limbs wrapped in iron-weary paint, the thighs of the body are damaged, and the internal mechanical structure can be seen. There are also many cracks on the originally delicate cheeks, and there is a glimmer of light in the gaps.
The statue of Amu is a porcelain doll that is about to break.
Boluogo opened his mouth to say something, but the severe pain in his mind made it impossible for him to organize his thoughts. At this time, Aimu came closer.
First she reached out and pinched Bologo's arm. Unfortunately, she didn't have human flesh and blood, so she couldn't feel the warmth of Bologo's body, and she couldn't even feel the softness of flesh and blood.
Then she pressed on Bologo's neck, and then on the heart. Aimu was like a doctor. She judged Bologo's life status in the way she understood.
Boluogo didn't understand what she was doing, but he didn't resist. Then Aimu looked straight at Boluogo and suddenly hugged him.
"I thought you wouldn't wake up."
Aimu's monotonous voice showed rare emotional ups and downs. She was so frightened that she continued without waiting for Boluogo to say anything.
"sorry Sorry……"
I don't know what she is apologizing for.
Boluogo didn't care about this. He comforted, "I am an immortal..."
After saying that, Boluogo was stunned. He seemed to understand why Aimu was frightened, and slowly pushed Aimu away. Boluogo asked in a low voice.
"Amu, how long have I been dead?"
Afraid that Aimu would not be able to understand this, Boluogo added again.
"How long did it take from when I died to when I woke up again?"
Aimu controlled his emotions and replied.
"Three days."
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I am sorry to say that I will update the rest of the manuscript today.
