What’s the Kosuluga system like?

I accidentally joined a strange group of sick people called the Sweat Stress Exchange.

Most of the names on the membership list are some weird names.

Without a man, with three limbs, with blood cutters, with one hand, without a hand.

Looks a little out of step with modern society, more like a disabling fairy exchange?

What the hell are they doing?

One.

I found that the moon had an eye.

A thin line of blood on the tilted pupils, the radians of the full moon seem to make a strange smile.

I did not look at it with my own eyes, but I saw my face in that red eye, and the reflection was blurry and true, as if I had been staring at.

It’s creepy, but it’s hard to talk.

It’s 4:20 in the morning, and I don’t know how many people have seen this horrible scene or what it’s trying to do.

I just wanted to get the night over.

And the day after seeing the full moon’s eyes, my body changed.

I can’t believe I lost my hair.

Lifting up a nest, a tiny twilight twirling, as if the cotton had been sucked out of my sweat.

The skin became smooth and thin, but it gave me a deep saliva.

Two weird things happen overnight, and it’s hard not to link them.

Why does that moon’s eyes make me hairy?

I don’t understand.

So I decided to go to the hospital and see my symptoms.

Two.

The doctor is a middle-aged man with no hair and looks very professional.

He simply described for me the recent emergence of a new disease, Sweat Surgery Disorder, which was probably the name that I thought he was making up at first.

But I believed in his speech, with His comfort and His mercy.

After a few boxes of medication, he lit his cell phone and tried to drag me into a group of mutual help people who had recently suffered from the disease in the city.

We can get warmed up and share the situation.

I called it a group of 200 people, and the name of the group was really called “Sweat Sweat Surgery Exchange.”

I’ve been taking a long breath, and I’m used to talking in a no-disturbing mode and turning around.

But after a few steps, I suddenly remembered that the documents for the examination had not been taken and had been left behind in the doctor’s office, so I turned around and went back.

As I was about to come to the doctor, I saw a scene of great horror in the face of a swaying curtain.

The doctor was born with his right hand’s little thumb, played for a long time, and finally took it to his mouth and swallowed it.

When he chewed, he seemed to have noticed my eyes, looked down and looked at the little stitches under the curtains.

That’s how we look at each other.

No, there’s a familiar blood sew in his forehead.

We … have a relative eye.

I came all sweaty and I got out of the hospital.

3

Until I ran home, I was still scared.

I can hear the sound of a heart beating.

Fear, anxiety, hastyness, confusion… I am overwhelmed by the combination of emotions.

After half an hour, it was still quiet in the hall, and I’m sure no one followed.

Calm down a little later and I began to wonder if I was wrong before.

How can a man who really breaks his own finger without a drop of blood and play with it with joy?

And finally, it’s stuck in its mouth and chewed like gum.

It doesn’t make sense.

It’s not like I’ve been so nervous these past two days that I’ve been hallucinating.

I washed my face with cold water and wanted to wake up.

I’m feeling better.

It wasn’t until my phone rings that brought me back to the real world.

I picked up the phone and wanted to see the source.

At one point, the tension rises again and spreads to my heart.

“Someone called me “

“From a group chat – Sweat Sweat Surgery Exchange.”

After the screen was unlocked, I saw the news.

“All of Art, last night’s Red Crescent, were you right? I’m sorry.

I’ll take a deep breath and never breathe again.

4

I looked at the screen for a long time.

I don’t want to let go of everything.

“Don’t talk to anyone: Last night’s blood moon was of great benefit to me. I’m sorry.

“Turn of limbs: Long live, long live, long live.”

“No Roots: Hey, last night at a ceremony, I was able to wake up with twenty-eight successful students and start building the Longevity Machine. I’m sorry.

“Bleed Breakers: Congratulations on the party. I’m sorry.

“Single Fingers: “Ah, the door is not a red duster, it’s the immortals, and it’s an enviable blessing.” I’m sorry.

“Liquity: Last night, I watched the sky and Xiaobun told me that the Red Crescent was infected with outsiders who were not my own. I’m sorry.

“The Blood Breaker:”? I’m sorry.

“At 4:30 a.m., you can meet someone by chance? I’m sorry.

“No need to talk to anyone: I’ll take him out. I’m sorry.

“Single fingers: Then let’s wait for a handyman. He has no fingers and typed on his toes. It’s a bit slow, and it’s probably been a while. I’m sorry.

Quiet in the crowd, no more news.

Maybe they’re waiting to hear about the so-called lack of handways.

I can’t help but be anxious.

It’s like the TV series came after the last episode and suddenly there was a two-hour commercial.

Too annoying.

These guys are a bit behind, but since they’re slow to type without their fingers, can’t they have a voice?

Wait… no fingers?

A thought suddenly haunts me.

I remember the doctor who tasted his little thumb and jumped in his heart.

This guy’s finger, he’s not gonna eat it.

5

I flipped the list of members.

Except for some who have not changed their nicknames, the vast majority of them are so strange.

Without a man, with three limbs, with blood cutters, with one hand, without a hand.

Looks a little out of step with modern society, more like a disabling fairy exchange?

I suspect that the blood moon is actually their means of raising awareness.

The doctor was one of them.

And I’m, like, overnight, and I’m active?

I can’t help but think about this weird thing.

Good thing the doctor doesn’t know where my house is, or it’s really bad.

Out of curiosity, I began to look at the members of the group one by one.

And it wasn’t until nightfall that the slow-typist lack of handways finally got back.

“The lack of handways: after my reckoning, this man is here, just as close to his friend without need, and has gone at a fast pace to wipe him out. I’m sorry.

Below is a link shared with a location.

I went in there and the web page was loaded.

When the location information came out, I looked up and my voice was as if something was blocking me.

This indicated location…

It’s my house.

Six.

Run!

This is my first thought.

Red-eyed moons, thumb-eating doctors, a bunch of crazy-talking friends…

There’s a series of things that smell strange, but they just happen to be connected.

My heart is full of panic and I am afraid to judge.

The words “near a friend” are like the countdown of death, pushing me out of the exposed position.

Who knows what kind of crazy person this unneeded guy is!

I was afraid to stop, to pick up my phone, to wear a cold-proof coat, to hurriedly put on the best of those shoes and to open the door.

The air was a little cold outside the house, and I couldn’t help but wrapped my collar and saw a man upstairs in the stairs.

He was wearing a black hat, wrapped his head around and swayed in the stairwell.

If it wasn’t for a dark light, I’d be afraid to recognize a yellow leather jacket in the air.

He’s pulling up the screen, he’s flying his fingers, he seems to be responding to something.

I didn’t want to look at him much, but after his finger was struck, a sharp tone sounded in the hall.

I took my phone unconsciously, and it gave me a chill.

“No need to say: All of Ait, he’s in the neighborhood next to me, and I’m in the neighborhood. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but swallow a saliva and I couldn’t believe it.

You stretch your neck and watch with me the clear font on the screen.

He laughed.

Open your mouth.

It’s too long. It’s like cutting your face in half.

“What a coincidence. I’m sorry.

7

I’ve never been so lucky that my door was open.

That’s why I’m going to close the door and push the freak out of the door.

I can’t imagine letting him in.

I’m staring at the burglary door, trying to pull out my phone and call the police, looking for help.

It took half a day to find out that the phone had fallen into the hallway in shock.

Instead of giving me any chance to think, the imposter across the door began to punch the door.

I wouldn’t care if someone threw a fist at my door.

You’re kidding. It’s a burglary door.

You think your hands are made of aluminium alloy?

But his fist is far beyond my imagination.

Just the first punch, a strangulation with adult palms on the indestructible gate.

I couldn’t help but keep my eyes open and can’t believe the scene.

In a hurry, I had to rush into the kitchen and pick up a big cutter.

Returning to the living room, he also copied a baseball bat lying on the floor.

He punched me in the front door, and I got a little shivers.

When I came back to the door with my self-defense equipment, he had already smashed the door into a big hole.

He didn’t seem to rush in and kill me, but rather, like a cat and a mouse, with a funny laugh.

He put his head in the hole, and looked at me with joy.

The hat had been removed, and he had no hair or beard, which seemed to fit his unwanted name.

My house is full of dark echoes.

This is the second time I’ve looked at three eyes.

8

“You can try and cut me. I’m sorry.

There is no need for people to laugh and talk, but it is colder.

The browsing of the foreheads, the swirling of blood, like red broken glass.

He seemed certain that my weapons could not harm him and handed over his head with considerable confidence.

I held the knife in my hand, and I gave it my milk, and I cut it down.

I’ve had a bit of a twitch in my mouth, a knife like a strong shield, and a bang.

It was impossible for a man to hold on to a sharp object, leaving only a shallow dent in his neck.

He even sprained his neck and kept his smile on.

Whether it’s fear or not, I look at his five officials and it’s getting twisted.

With a baseball bat, it’s not even as effective as a knife.

When both of these weapons fell to the ground, it seemed as if the game had been declared over with satisfaction.

He pulled his head out and squeezed two hands at both ends of the hole.

I saw 10 of his fingers shivering.

At the same time, the hole in the door was growing.

9

I didn’t dare to stay in the living room, but I went into the toilet.

Although the door of the toilet would not be a real obstacle for a man who can break through the door, I was unconscious to find a door for a new bunker.

The window couldn’t have jumped, after all my house was on the sixth floor.

If you fall down, you’ll have to make a mess.

With a big mirror in the toilet, looking at myself in a state of panic, I can find the only sense left.

A string of strange things happened to you, the mighty freaks came to my house, and my spirit was on the brink of collapse.

The only thought I had was to find an instrument that could hurt people, and finally to fight.

When he walked in the living room, I knew he was coming in.

“You don’t really think you can escape, do you? I’m sorry.

I wiped the sweat of my chin and responded to him with my last thought, trying to buy more time to respond:

“Why did you kill me? I’m sorry.

And he smiled, “No way, you’re a lucky and unfortunate person.” Fortunately, you’re a very good man, and you can wake up on your own blood moon, and you’re a good sapling. Unfortunately, you met the Blood Moon and woke up. I’m sorry.

After hearing this, my eyebrow wrinkled and I couldn’t help but pick out the contradictions in his logic:

“Why can’t you choose to include me instead of killing me, if my qualifications are so good that you can wake yourself up?” I’m sorry.

His voice resonates in the living room, getting closer and closer: “It is a pity that the Eternal Church is able to operate in peace and security for 2,000 years, and one of the most important rules is that no one who does not know is allowed to leave the house. I’m sorry.

The voice had not fallen, the glass on the toilet door had been broken slightly and three eyes had appeared from the dark.

10

The third eye in the red, tilted in a half-empty glass hole, reflected the light.

It’s so bloody, it makes me feel like I’m in the bathroom.

His five officers kept pumping, like a pump with full horsepower, and his veins were hanging on his cheeks, like a wormed earthworm, with a dead body.

I can’t help but feel my throat suffocated.

He’s got the horns in his eyes, and he’s got the guts to keep it going.

It’s the same doorhole, the same stretch, and this little defensive gesture.

He seems to be messing with dying prey and wants me to die in fear and shame.

I’m freaking out, but I’m forcing myself to calm down.

The confidence of the other side is the last chance I could turn over.

I came out with a little tremor of the only lethal weapon I thought of for a limited time — the electric iron.

Since neither the blade nor the blunt instrument could hurt him, I can only think of the heat.

The iron, which had just been preheated for a long time, had been drawn to the highest level that I rarely used, and a white smoke was floating in front of me.

And in his heart We pierced the iron to the position of his third eye.

It’s the most different place he’s ever had, the only one I could guess.

To do it, you have to go down in the worst place.

The mist of the red rose quickly, as if the heat had really worked, with no need to scream.

He seems to have finally recovered his pain, tried to rip his blood out and moved a few inches back.

The means worked, and I dared not let go of the opportunity to push the iron forward and stick it in his face.

I didn’t finally do it until his five officials were all confused.

He can’t find his nose in his face, but I’m pretty sure he’s not breathing.

The night is heavy and the only one who’s restless is my heart.

Eleven.

After about two minutes, I can finally safely confirm that there is no need to really die.

His body, like the sand that flows, slowly melts into tiny grains of sand, and eventually volatilizes into the air.

The strange body has no more traces.

Leave nothing but the garments of the earth, and an old old book.

I took off the glass attached to my arm and picked up old books.

The pages are yellow and are handwritten, apparently for years.

On the cover there are three gold-coated words, “Living Machine”.

When I saw the name that was mentioned many times in the group, I could not help but swallow the spit and finally see it, familiar and strange.

Look carefully at what’s in it. I can’t afford to miss a word.

This so-called Qinhan religion existed more than 2,000 years ago.

A group of monks found a way to find a life, an extraordinary path, and produced this Longevity Letter, which was secretly built.

The quest for true longevity has to go through six horizons, and the book only records the first two.

It may be that the authority is too low, and only a fairly low-level leftover.

The first is called a desolation, which requires taking all the hairs of its own body, swallowing them and acquiring the strange power of power and wind.

The second boundary, known as the burning of blood, requires the burning of all of its blood, the drying of all its blood in pain, the extraction of a blood mark, the swallowing of the belly, and the use of the fists and feet, and the charisma.

It is not hard to imagine, again, a nickname for the members of the group, which may be followed by eating their arms, eating their legs or something worse.

Their so-called means of pursuing longevity are to eat themselves step by step and digest into power.

The cold wind blows into my shoulder from the window, making the back cold.

This is crazy.

12

Put down the old book, I can’t help but have some headaches.

To be honest, I do not want to learn from it, even if I have seen the power of terror.

As a normal human being, I can hardly imagine eating myself.

Isn’t that sick?

I rubbed a sour temple and fell on the couch.

I can’t remember how long I’ve been breathing, and I finally remember falling down my phone on the street.

Walk slowly and pick it up.

Customaryly unlocked the screen and saw unread messages with red dots.

In the middle of the night, only the group known as the “Sweet Sweat Surgery Exchange” was able to produce new news.

I went in and saw the latest news.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do.

“The lack of hands: All of Ait, you needn’t use the light, you’re dead.” I’m sorry.

“Bleedbreaker: What? I can’t believe it’s killing a new awakener. I’m sorry.

“Unique: This…”

“The three limbs are scattered: I hear it late in the night, and I am shocked, and tomorrow I will personally go out looking for the man who killed the needy. I’m sorry.

“I hope so.” It’s got an unwanted smell on it, and you’re gonna have to get it. I’m sorry.

Here comes the news, the palate stops.

As the “killers” who killed their accomplices, I seem to understand the silence in which they were caught.

When I saw the word “thou shalt” in my heart.

It’s like being in the back of one’s back, being watched by a vicious beast.

Creepy.

It’s hard to imagine a crowd of weirder bodies coming to me than the needless.

He’s the only one who’s got me on the spot.

13

I couldn’t help but breathe the air in front of me and stand in the middle of a messy living room.

I know that if a mortal like Us were to be in a state like this, it would never be possible to struggle in the hands of a group of strange people.

To survive, maybe I need strength.

The last struggle in my heart was to wipe out the sofa of the living.

It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at it, and I’m sure that fear is beginning to change.

I’m finally turning on the yellow pages again, learning the narratives of the books, pulling my hair down.

Whether or not it was a wake-up call or not, little effort was spent on putting a hair in your hand.

Put them in your mouth and want to swallow.

It’s hard to describe, but it’s not delicious at all.

I couldn’t stop pulling all my hair out of my mouth.

I even remember the sweat of the bed when I woke up in the morning, even though I had cleaned it up.

Turning through the canopy, I’m crazy about looking for hair, but because they’re too thin, they’re already in all the trash.

Now I pick up a piece of stuff and I don’t look at it anymore.

I was crouching around the trash cans, crawling around with alien throats, watching what I did.

A bit of itching over the forehead, and perhaps I will produce a different mark.

I don’t know if I should be sad or what, surprise?

It’s too dark for me to tell.

What the hell is this, immortality or madness?

14

And when they opened their eyes, it was the morning of the next day.

The tumultuous light shines into dark alleys, like touching my eyelids.

Far away, the sky is just ablaze.

I struggled to get up, next to three or five big dumpsters.

There was some pain in my head and I stood up.

I’m in a narrow alley.

Last night, after eating all the hairs on my body, I grew a tilted eye on my forehead, and the discomfort of my mind ran out of my mind and felt like I was going to faint.

Because the coordinates of my residence were also announced in the group of the long-lived religions, it was likely that a new monk would come to my house and I would not dare to stay at home, but would be forced to bear the pain of the skull for a few kilometres away.

It was not until I got into a strange alley with no fingers out of my hand that I finally took off the tension and fell to the ground.

I slept until now.

When I got up, I pulled the horns of a wrinkled dress, tried to get out of the alley, gently pulled out of my right hand, flew 30 metres out of a well-filled iron-coated garbage can and fell down into the ground until it rolled into the dark.

The alley was crowded and the time was filled with the sound of the metal ping-pong.

That’s how I react. My strength, it seems, has grown.

Even some are beyond my control.

15

I noticed a warm flow in my lower abdomen, and the warmth reminds me of what’s in the Longevity Machine.

Turn it over and check it out.

When Taneda is warm, it represents the energy that was eaten from the first frontier and digested.

Seeing here, I can’t help but wonder.

It is documented in the modus operandi that the normal priest digests all hairs and completes the desolation boundary, which varies from approximately January to three years.

And I, for one night only?

Am I really talented?

I sprained my neck, and I looked at the second level.

Burning your own blood, experiencing the pain of burning, becoming bloodless, is for the purpose of burning blood.

I closed my eyes, followed the door of the book, lit a trick inside my eyes.

The hot temperature is like being placed in a boiled oil pan, stifling every inch of skin and flesh from time to time.

My blood, actually burning.

The pain brought me to the ground, and half an hour later, I barely made it back to my ability to move and to walk.

I looked in the alley, and I couldn’t go back to my house, and I decided to let my body burn, and I went to the doctor.

I want more information.

16

I was in front of the hospital till 8:00.

The pain never stopped until I saw the doctor who dragged me in.

He slipped out of the parking lot by walking in the stairwell and took off his white coat and put on a thick shirt.

After driving a fine car, it grew.

I’m going to take a walk and stay close behind.

The eccentric force of the desert is extraordinary, and can catch up to the speed of the car, if only by walking.

In order not to be too visible, I even jumped to the top of a high building and jumped to the top of a building.

Until I walked into a single villa that is rare in the city.

I jumped over a three-metre-high fence and I followed him to the building.

Two floors high and small, with a small courtyard, are in the corner of the entire region.

Climbing outside the window, I saw him make coffee in the kitchen on the first floor, and I decided to search his second floor for a round.

I found a little skylight, and I snuck to the second floor, and the wooden floors meant some castles, but the scenes on the second floor surprised me.

A wide room is open, inside is a glass can.

There’s nothing else in the jar. There’s a personal specimen in it.

17

I’ve swallowed my saliva, I’ve endured all kinds of discomfort and I’ve tried to find some paper material.

A search was made and no valid information was found.

As far as the bottom of the room, I was attracted to a glass tank half a metre tall.

It’s filled with light green solutions, with a small thing, a toe.

For some reason, I always thought there was a familiar smell of this toe. It looked like a doctor.

I gently lifted the lid and wanted to take it out.

I didn’t expect a clear voice to appear right behind me:

“You’re right. That’s my toes. I’m sorry.

When I was breathing, I was holding my breath, and I was rushing back, and the doctor came two metres behind me in the middle of nowhere.

I couldn’t help but step back and lean on the glass.

When did this man get behind me?

The glass tank was shaken by me and the green solution spilled over me.

I don’t know if it’s the touch of the liquid or the shock of the reaction, but I’m cold at this point.

18

“It was you. “It was a mistake of the doctor to come to me on the second day of the Blood Moon ceremony, and in a hurry, I treated you as an insider and dragged you into a chat. I’m sorry.

I swallowed a saliva and watched him twist his wrist, and he continued, “No wonder people are in your hands. It’s possible that you’re ready to go through the information in the pack and know you’re going to be hunted. I’m sorry.

“Now, all the members of the Episcopal Church are looking for you, and you’re better off finding yourself in my house. I’m sorry.

Somehow, every more word the doctor says, his obnoxious look puts pressure on me.

My shoulder seems to have sunk a few points.

I don’t want to sit around and sweep my eyes and start looking for weapons.

I also have the most destructive eccentric force of the day, and I am not a man without the strength of a chicken.

Instead of waiting for me to look a few more, the doctor raised his right hand and put out a dark green light, which was so fast and soared in front of my eyes, and turned several times, and quickly condensed into a tiny palm, and tied to my neck.

I’ve worked so hard to get out of this hand, but I can’t get out of it, but I’m getting closer.

The doctor across the street put his hands up and laughed in contempt:

“You don’t really think you can follow me seamlessly? “I’m a real bloodbath, and I’ve begun to explore the limbs. I’m sorry.

Every time the Longevity Machine rises up, it gets more power than you can imagine. I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, your actions fell into my eyes, but they were so full of shit. I’m sorry.

His five fingers were buttoned and my whole face was put in the glass tank behind me.

The shallow green solution continues to enter my nasal cavity, giving me a little itchy feeling of what a tiny alien is drilling into my head.

The only thing I can do is close my third eye on my forehead.

I do not know what composition this water is made of, and I do not dare let that eye touch it. That is the last place I can be destroyed.

In my remaining light, the doctors are laughing more and more, and their hands are changing more and more, and the palms of the dark green light are also aligning with his movements, and they are becoming tighter and more distorted.

Unknown liquids, a near suffocated sense of restraint, have left me with the strength to struggle, and I even feel the strangeness of my body dissipating.

The picture on both sides is getting blurred.

I can’t move.

His voice also flows into my earline following disturbing liquids, like rusty sawn teeth rubbing wood:

“Leave, let me study you. I’m sorry.

19

The doctor pressed my head, in a shallow green man’s solution, and could not move.

With the passage of time, I can understand his intentions.

This liquid can slowly corrupt my life.

I didn’t feel any substantial harm, but there was always a feeling of death.

My body is very strong and difficult to destroy after I have gone to the first point of life.

And according to the selfless, if I die, my body will be scattered and the structure will collapse completely.

This liquid is probably the baby developed by doctors to deal with similar monks.

They can kill me and they can leave my body for research.

And I can only stare and watch myself slip to death.

I don’t know if anyone who’s been working on the Longevity Machine likes to torture the enemy.

This is also the case with doctors who are not required to do so.

He was manipulating the dim spirit, strangling my throat and pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.

Finger-dancing, I don’t know what to knock on.

One knock, and a smile when it’s not there.

I guess he’s talking to the elders.

It didn’t seem like that was enough. He was coming closer to me, leaning behind me, lifting up his phone, adjusting his angle.

“Ah, ah…”

The sound of the camera is on the other side.

I’m like an art in a counter.

The theme is, death is a slow move.

20

My scalp is numb, because I don’t know how long it’s been.

Solution can be described as divine, and I almost lost consciousness.

It’s not one of the things that can be explained by learning at school, but it’s going through the process of old disease and taking my life directly.

I could be dying.

And the blood-burning phase of the Longevity Machine is also killing my blood.

Even under the oppression of death, it is even more intense.

The pain piles up, it’s the smell I’ve never experienced.

If that is the case, let me finish this quickly instead of keeping the status quo.

The doctor may have lost interest, too, by sitting on his side, turning on his laptop and hitting one hand.

Keep a hand and keep me confined.

Just as I can’t hold back, I want to give up my resistance and close my eyes completely, a forces of incendiary heat are raging inside me and running straight into my ceiling.

And I couldn’t help but vomit, and in the midst of the solute, I spit out a red and black meat.

It’s very ugly, only the size of the nail cover.

At the same time, the unsuspensed fire inside me finally ended.

I suddenly felt the spirit.

Burning blood, even finished.

While the doctor wasn’t paying attention, I was rushing out my tongue, to stir up the solution and swallowing the meat in my belly.

In combination with the trick of absorption in the Longevity Machine, it began to digest.

I don’t know what kind of pervert could have come up with that, but I’m going to eat what I spit out.

But at this point in life or death, I can’t do that.

Even I thought it was sweet.

When I started digesting the meat, I finally had a little bit of faith in living, perhaps a little bit of support for the desire to survive, and I realized by accident that the corrosion of the solution to the living was slowing down.

The doctor turned his head, staring at my eyes in the water for a moment, and he said:

“How can it be so hard?”

21

Ten minutes, twenty minutes…

I could even start to look at the signs of the clock moving on the wall and feel the flow of time.

I’m getting excited over time.

That blood-cracked meat, digested much faster than I thought.

Almost all have been absorbed.

A wonderful force began to gather in my lower belly, and the familiar warmth seemed to be coming up again.

I’m… I’m afraid I’m going to be promoted to the Bleeding Land.

This crazy rate of combustion and digestion, compared to the total of six months to ten years recorded in the Longevity Machine, is a little crazy.

I was so excited that I waited for the process of total digestion.

The doctor also seemed to notice the error, leaving from the computer table, wrinkled his eyebrow and came this way.

“How can it last so long?” I’m sorry.

He touched his chin, crouched on his body, raised his hand, held his spirit in a cage, and finally looked at me.

Unlike my tightness, the blood eye on his forehead is completely open and he looks at my pupils and seems to want to read something.

So long, I’m beginning to feel that life is gone.

I’ve completely promoted the so-called Longevity Machine II, burning blood.

Such a solution is clearly insufficient to deal with a priest from the second frontier.

A powerful spirit straddles in me, and I guess that’s what the monks say.

Fist of fists and feet, Kili out.

I seem to be able to do it.

I did not speak, I did not move, but I continued to look at the doctor in pain.

I’m waiting for him and me to get close.

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“Fuck you!”

And when he saw his face nearer and nearer to the glass, and his body leaned forward, We threw away from him some of the frenzy of his spirit.

Along with the cries of anger, the fresh breath of my body came out, a brain pouring out of my palm and slamming his cheekbones with the doctor’s arm in the air.

He apparently didn’t think that I could do that, and the flesh on my cheeks was bloodless, became dry and blurred, was smashed out of a small pit, and an inch of white bones appeared to be extremely harsh.

It is beyond my imagination that the flaming blood brothers are in such good physical condition that they begin to heal in less than three seconds.

Until it’s fully recovered, it’s only 10 seconds.

The doctor was scrambling and smiling with a little bit of tension and still a little contempt.

“Is the blood burning? It’s interesting. I’m sorry.

I looked at him cold, I took a deep breath and decided to wave my fist again.

And when the blood is done, every foot of my fist is carried with it by the wind, with great power.

And the spirit went crazy to the doctor, but he didn’t move, as if he had no fear.

He did not resist, but struck me with the same punch in the same position.

My spirit fell on his face, a pit of flesh, and in a few seconds came back.

And his fists, too, ran towards me with a black wind, punched me in my heart, and he was full of holes in my chest.

It also recovers in seconds.

After a hundred punches in a row, I’m losing my mind.

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I look at the doctor’s face, and it’s still like that.

There’s a little tension in my heart.

As a new man who has just come into contact with the Longevity Machine, although I have spent a very short time over two stages of my work, I remain extremely shallow about how to use these forces.

It is difficult for me to judge whether the doctor is so calm at this time or whether he really has any unusual backhands who can hold out longer in the confrontation at the same level.

And after I have swallowed my saliva so hard, I will not be able to go down in such a way that, once it has dried up, it will be like a mortal.

So I found the right time to put the spirit under my feet and try to take the step.

So, as I thought, the spirit can be applied to the escape, and a clever, clear wind is on both sides of my ankles, so I can walk more than 10 metres out of here in three or two steps.

The doctor hasn’t responded yet. I’ve flashed to the door.

His face is full of confusion as if I had not thought I had begun to try to use it in all its applications.

Then he smiled softly, and pursued me in relief.

I rushed to close the door and ran like crazy.

Listening to the loud breaking of the door behind me, I was even more anxious to accidentally miss the skylight and drill into the opposite room.

When I entered the room, I wanted to quickly control the spirit, break the window, jump over and run away, but in the middle of the night, I saw a book on the doctor’s bedside cabinet with the remaining light.

The cover of the book gives me a familiar feeling, like a needle in the temple, and a tremor.

Longevity.

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That’s the doctor’s version.

I was not able to withstand my curiosity and impulsiveness, and I took it to my hand, and turned it back quickly.

This version of the Longevity Machine is much more detailed than that of the needy.

It turns out that the third dimension after the desolation and blood is called the arm.

As I thought, the third stage would begin to eat my hands and feet.

The limbs are divided into two phases, the first of which requires the eating of all of its fingers and toes, and the digestion of them, in order to be immersed and emptied.

“Wind” is more powerful than the spirit.

Direct oppression of the enemy seems to be possible at the spiritual level.

If you are pushed to the top by far more than your own will, the severer may explode on the spot.

Even a monk’s body cannot withstand such lethal damage.

After entering the second phase, the harder it is, the more the finger toe is, the more the arms and legs are digested, the stronger the sense of self.

After reading about the limbs, I finally understood why I saw a doctor swallowing my thumb.

He should have just begun to try and practice it.

With old scrolls in my hand, my heart has a gruesome doubt.

If it’s the best thing to do, what will it be?

People?

If it turns out like that, how much left to eat?

When I think about it, I have a cold sweat in my back.

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As I quickly looked through the books, the doctors were fast approaching.

I really hate how these monks feel about me being a prey.

Although I have risen to the same level as him, it is clear that he has not treated me as an opponent.

It doesn’t seem like I’m at all afraid that I’ll get rid of him.

Listening to him, I think I know in my heart that he’s been in blood for many years and that he’s in control of the spirit, I’m afraid, long ago, with his hands on his finger and more skilled than I thought.

I’m afraid I’m still in a mood for a hundred punches.

I looked out at the night.

I am well aware that even if I flee from the window and leave the land, he will be pursued endlessly.

And once he shares our position in that group, the battle I’m about to face may come from far beyond him.

I finally got a glimpse of what was left of my arm, and I totally broke my heart.

If that’s the end of it, let’s bet.

I’ll bet I’m in a limbo. Can I be as fast as I can be?

Time is running out, I’m lazy like a doctor, digested one by one, I just lift up my right hand and chew on it.

For the first time I saw myself so broken, I shuddered, but then my head shook.

There is no more chance of hesitation on this path.

I put down the Living Machine and chewed on my right hand.

Left foot…

Right foot…

I’m going crazy, but I did it.

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I felt it when the doctor walked into the room.

I don’t know if it’s natural or special, but I’ve never been disappointed.

I almost blinked, and I passed the first stage of the limbs.

I have to say, meaning is a very special force.

Compared to the remaining colours, you can see the spirit of the entity.

He seemed to be in my mind, allowing me to communicate with every inch of the air within dozens of metres.

It also includes every item.

This gives me a wonderful thought.

Within the bounds of my mind, I am the almighty fairy.

I took a deep breath to see a doctor.

Now it’s my turn to laugh.

You can’t beat a new guy in a blood-burning environment. So what about a new guy in a broken arm?

I held my hand gently and moved with it, and the doctor was thrown directly into the air and he couldn’t move.

He looked so blindly and had been strangled by the air surrounding him before he could say his first words of provocation.

I don’t want to give him any chance, with a light arm and a little bit of flesh in the sky, to fall into the wind for a tiny grain of sand.

The doctor was completely disintegrated, leaving only one single thumb and falling on the ground.

For some reason, I look at this terrible scene and there is no more physical discomfort.

I can’t help but laugh.

It’s not a fairy, is it?

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The doctor’s finally dead and I’m getting worse.

The wound on the finger is fully healed, so I have a hand and a pair of feet left.

As a monk, it naturally does not hurt.

But as a human being, I always felt a little weird.

For example, a cell phone would be very inconvenient.

It is strong, but not strong enough to control the process and the Internet.

Picking up the doctor ‘ s phone, unlocking the lock with his only thumb, the power of the intent was to push his thumb and slide on the screen.

Finally saw his nickname in the group.

Blood breakers.

It’s him.

In order to prevent my account from being seized and to lock me in, I moved my cell phone into the sewer and let it run into unknown places.

And the blood cutter’s phone became my new source of information.

After everything was done, I finally got a breath.

In order to continue exploring the mystery of the Longevity Machine, I turned his house upside down.

It really turned me on something useful.

An old, thin-winged book.

It’s called “The Too Old.”

It contains many truths about the past.

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The source of the long-lived machine goes back to the distant Qin Dynasty.

The first group of people around the Longevity Machine, who are also well-known, are people whose history books cannot be bypassed.

Winning, Xu Fook.

It is well known that, after the accession of the six kingdoms to the throne, the victory has begun a busy quest for longevity.

And Seo Fook, he’s the best man in his crew.

As recorded in the history books, the Sufu rate of 3,000 children, boys and girls, has never returned to the mainland of Shinzhou.

Even worse, he will be associated with the ancestors of the East island.

But in the record of the painting of The Too Old, Seo Fu returned.

Not only did he come back, he brought back what he wanted.

The Longevity Machine.

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The end of the Longevity Machine is a true immortality.

The heavens and the earth follow their hearts.

And that thou mayest destroy the heavens and the earth, nor canst thou destroy the Brother of the Sixth Frontier of the Eternal.

After a simple experiment, victory was so happy that it began a long-lived machine, even though it was so perverted.

He was undoubtedly a genius who, in a very short period of time, had reached the fifth frontier of the “Living Machine” and gained a part of the immortality of life that was already indescribable.

But when he desires to go further, he is prevented by a severe barrier, and the heavens and the earth do not seem to be able to bear with him for ever.

When he tried to question Seo-fu, he was gone.

Since then, the power gained has become an unparalleled victory and has slowly disappeared from the historic stage.

And it was not until hundreds of years later that the world heard the sound of the wind, and when Seo-fook gave his life-long gift, he left behind a last hand, which he omitted.

That step, it’s called Qin.

An extremely gifted man needs to be able to integrate himself with the power of the heavens and the earth into an unconscious meat pack and to be too old.

A person who eats too much can eat up his body instead of eating up his body and feed it too old to replace those organs and maintain it as it is.

Let the crippled monks live like normal people.

Even more crucial is that only when you’re too old to be integrated will you have the opportunity to touch the last door of the “Living Machine” and live forever.

Xu Fook is a very talented and daring man who has made himself too old.

Two thousand years have passed by in the blink of an eye, and there is a rumor in the folk that victory has not been dead, and that he has been looking for Seo Fu and too old.

It has also been said that Seo Fok passed on his age to his descendants, passed on from generation to generation and lived in hiding.

I couldn’t help but twist my eyebrow after reading the book.

It’s so strange how this thing works.

It solved many of my questions, but gave me more.

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And for the next two days, I swam around the city, trying to hide in the dark, wearing two gloves, so that some little friends would be scared of hair and fingerless images.

Those who were active in the group didn’t find me.

There have been times in the absence of a jargon to estimate my position.

But because of the power I’ve given him, I’ve interrupted him.

As a “breathbreaker”, I kindly remind them that the murderer who killed those who didn’t have to do it might have been mixed up.

They follow the lead, and they follow the lead.

Finally locked my account.

But after deciphering my position, it’s gone.

My position has been changing, never stopping.

When they arrived near the coordinates shown, they found nothing.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I thought they might have a confused look on their faces.

Cell phones drift in city sewers or waterproofers.

I thought that with time, life could slowly get back on track, and I could try to get back to normal life, but a week later, a new message from the group attracted my attention.

“The three limbs are scattered: all of Ait’s members, Xu Jiae, appeared. I’m sorry.

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The news of the late Xu’s family exploded in a crowd.

Numerous accounts, which have never appeared, have begun to speak.

It seems that most monks know of the existence of too old and are desperate for it.

Even the paranoia is revealed in words.

I was filled with a little feeling of compassion, and I heard it, and then I laughed, and I let it go.

Who’s not?

If I ask myself, I want to get too old.

It is not about the ultimate strength of the immortality, but about the idea of a normal human being, who wants my broken organs back and be a mortal.

That is why I never ate my hands and legs.

“Leave the world to the madman. I’m sorry.

Such thoughts, unwittingly, have taken root in my mind.

So it’s hard for me to hold on to my inner impulses when the ultimatum is actually present in the group.

I quickly made up my mind and went to ask for information, to spy on the situation and to wait.

If there is no suitable opportunity, then hold on for a while and stay in the Qingshan without fear of firewood.

But if the situation is a mess, I might be able to touch the fish and look too old.

I opened the general position where I shared it gently, and the top names were so familiar.

Outside the suburbs, Cloudy Village.

My hometown.

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I took the bus home.

It never occurred to me that coming back home after many years would be the result of a crazy journey of cuisine.

I haven’t had a father or a mother since I’ve remembered. There’s only one grandpa around.

When I went to middle school, went to the city to stay in school and had less contact with my grandfather.

After going to university, the only family grandfather disappeared suddenly, left no message, returned to his home, was left empty, and found nothing but a sum of money for me to go to college.

Neighbors told me that since he lost his son and daughter-in-law, he had become a silent old man, most of whom saw me finally grow up, put down all the burdens and died in peace.

After reporting to the police, I gradually accepted the fact that there were no more loved ones in the world and learned to live alone.

Houses of origin have been abandoned in recent years, stone-walled ashwa, and no one needs them.

Now that we are going back to hiding in the shadows and trying to move, it is certainly the most appropriate, familiar and natural option to return to our home.

The earthy houses built in the vicinity of the countryside, which were built several decades ago, have become very old and anachronistic in the current year.

Many of the neighbours who had already moved out of the city 20 years ago were taken to the city by their children and grandchildren and enjoyed their good fortune.

There are hot and high trails of childhood, and there are no people left.

But as I moved closer to the old earthyards, I felt a very strong force circled around.

There is a spirit, as well as a purpose, interwoven in the sky, and it seems to be confronting a much stronger force.

When I smelled the monk’s breath, I had a bad whisper. Those lunatics were moving too fast.

And how did they get so close to our old house where they gathered?

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I know the way I went, and I went up to the top of a house in the neighborhood, following the memory of 12 or 20 years ago.

It’s the most open place in the perimeter, but it’s a place where you can look down and confirm the surroundings.

As a matter of course, as a result of the second phase of my limbs, it is only necessary to let go if I want to look around, but it is clear that there is no shortage of the same level of priests around here, and that there is more than one inkling in the sky, and it is likely that if I search at will, I will soon be involved.

When I found out where the monks were, I was completely stupid.

It’s close to my old house and they’re in my yard.

It was not until then that I knew what the monks with their limbs were like.

There was a man in black in the yard, surrounded by six wheelchairs.

There were six old men in the wheelchair.

They had no hands, no legs and a thin body under their necks.

It is a physical disability, but it is still very decent and in a custom-made suit.

I don’t know how much energy they have in their broken bodies, but I’m afraid they’re pathetic.

But in other words, they’re poor people.

Even basic movements, even when they have the most horrific meanings, depend on the help of tools or others.

As refinements deepen, I also have a deep sense and a very strong sense of what is around me, but not of myself.

This is the paradox of the Longevity Machine.

It seems that the poorer, the stronger.

The stronger, the poorer.

I can’t help but look at my hands here without a finger.

Who’s not the pathetic one who’s struggling?

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It’s getting stronger and stronger.

They seem to want to twist the minds of six people into a rope, condensed into a stronger force.

And the direction of the attack was my childhood room.

I can’t figure out why the late Tsui came to my house.

In the big world, this village was chosen, and this house was chosen.

Is it true that what’s in the house is…

I shook my head and rejected what was in my heart.

I’m not Suh.

Maybe it’s just a coincidence.

The convergence of the six top-class crippled priests is so powerful that the light shines in the sky that it becomes almost physical.

Even I feel a little bit of pressure, and I can’t help but swallow the saliva and ease the invisible burden on my shoulder.

It’s hard to imagine how such a terrible force, the late Tsui of the house, would respond.

Within a few moments, the people who were hiding in the house gave their respects.

A pile of white flowers, thrown out the window.

Falling down on the ground, creeping around on the surface, more like rotting pig’s skin, spreading an amazing stench.

It’s just a bunch of disgusting things, and it’s like this, and it’s like, you know, it’s like, you know, you know, it’s like, you know, it’s like, it’s like, you know, it’s like, it’s like, it’s like, it’s just, it’s just, it’s just, it’s kind of, it’s just, it’s kind of, it’s kind of, it’s just, it’s just, it’s kind of, it’s kind of, it’s kind of kind of, it’s kind of, it’s kind of, and it’s kind of, and it’s like, it’s kind of, you know, it’s kind of, and it’s kind of, and it’s kind of, and it’s kind of, and it’s kind of, like, it’s kind of, and it’s kind of, like, and it’s kind of, and it’s kind of, like, and it’s kind of, and it’s kind of,

“Too old! I’m sorry.

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I know the “identity” of the meatstuff, and it’s hard to find peace in my heart.

It’s the kind of thing that gives me a whole body that gives me back to normal life.

And that’s it. It opens the door for the monks to pursue immortality.

And even more shocking is the fact that the late Tsui of the house threw too old into the yard.

What is in everyone’s mind is so moving.

What kind of self-destruct?

But I underestimated the power of the Queen Seo, who was too old to be able to form a very strong, straight-on-the-scene, direct-on-the-scene confrontation.

The two of us are fighting each other.

It was only a pity for a group of desert and blood-burning monks who were standing around six wheelchairs and were crushed by the after-effects of the fighting.

Only some of the monks who entered the first stage of the limbs have begun to gnaw their fingers and toes and can barely stand in the aftermocks.

I was nervous to hold my breath and watch the wind rise inside and outside the compound, and the power of the two was too close to a ten-minute standoff, and it was hard to win.

Even the monks who were able to barely stand at first can no longer stand, either simply fall on the floor or fall half on their knees.

Six elderly people in wheelchairs have even a drop of sweat from their foreheads.

I’ll take a deep breath. Maybe it’s my turn.

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I need to do it again before I do it.

If it were only the current level, it would probably not have benefited much after it approached the heart of the regiment.

I must put down the bottom line that has never broken in my heart, eat my arms and legs once and for all, and do what is left of my arm to the point of complete success, in order to have the money to mess up the situation.

And We looked at that group of magical obscurities, and the burden on our hearts was gradually removed.

The pursuit of miracles requires the determination to destroy.

I pulled my right hand, pulled it out of my right hand.

This picture is full of strange things I never dreamed of.

Two crazy and sharp thoughts circled my mind.

What are you doing?

Another thought is pushing me. Come on, the other one.

I chewed, I breathed through my nose, and I shiver.

It’ll be crazy if you keep it going.

But when my pupils looked to the old man who made all the monks pursue their lives, the only thing left in my heart was the firmest.

Keep eating!

It’s crazy!

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In the end, I look more and more like the old wheelchairs.

There’s only one lonely right leg left.

But I can’t eat it for now.

If I ate it now, I would be like those old people, unable to control my body and losing my most basic mobility.

There’s only one thing that can hold me back, control it, and move me slowly.

That’s stupid and slow.

And We swayed, as if a shooting star had crossed it, strung to the sky, and fell in the small courtyard with precision, and rolled to the nearness of the young.

That is my plan, to retain my last leg, to keep me a little operational, to eat this leg as fast as I can, and to make my way to the end.

It is clear that the people in the yard did not think that there would still be such an outsider, and all six old men’s nervous faces could not resist a little tweaking.

The last of my legs was swallowed up by a whale in front of my eyes.

The rate of digestion is still not disappointing for me, and my intentions are at their peak.

Even though it is like a rolling football, it has the power that no one can ignore in its presence.

I control my intentions, from the opposite direction, straight into the center of the confrontation between the two teams.

The emergence of a third force quickly upsets the existing balance and can no longer hold it back.

Everyone has been hit, including me, and I feel like my guts are being squeezed out.

But I couldn’t take pain, and I looked at the young by my side.

There’s no way we’re going to miss any of this.

I opened my mouth and bit it.

But when I first met someone too old, a magical force came up, pulled my body, and brought me and too old to heaven.

And when the earth turned, We fell again, and it was only when the rolling circles stopped.

I look up and I see a new world.

It’s all black, and there’s only one old man sitting in front of me and looking at my face.

And he looked at me and I choked.

This face, too familiar, too strange.

Grandpa… Grandpa?

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“I didn’t think I’d leave your world and try to cut you off from the Shinigami and end up being the one who screwed you up. I’m sorry.

Grandpa touched my face and couldn’t help but sigh.

Apparently, he was very upset about my presence.

“You are truly the legendary Queen Seo? I can’t help but ask.

Grandpa noded his head: Yes, not only me, but you too. I’m sorry.

“But we don’t even have a name. I’m sorry.

“Are you stupid?” Grandpa knocked on my head like, “Don’t you know there’s a word for it? I’m sorry.

I noded my head like that.

It has been said that, for 2,000 years, the regime has not given up looking for Mrs. Xu’s family and ultimatum, and that, while it may sound strange, it is incorruptible.

“So, Grandpa, what’s going on? If you’ve been hiding for years, why did you suddenly show up at this hour? I’m sorry.

Grandpa was suffocating and explained, “Well, because I’m dying, even my own space is running out of control. I’m sorry.

In a dark world, the old voice slowly echoes.

“The father of Xu’s family, who had found the “Live Machine” for his victory, secretly left himself behind, turning himself into the only ultimatum in the world and placing him outside the sixth border. That’s because he knows too much about winning. I’m sorry.

“The man who has won power, whether in gift or in power, is proud of himself, but also of his infinity of ambition and brutality, and if he were to live forever and take control of the heavens and the earth as he pleases, it would have created a terrible tyrant. I’m sorry.

“So Xu Jia hid it for 2,000 years, and it was sent to my generation. There is also a lack of talent in the midst, but there has not been a man who can stand up to power because of a lack of merit. I’m sorry.

“There are only two living machines in the world, one in the hands of the regime and the other in the hands of Han, which has disappeared in history. I’m sorry.

“Your father, who was also gifted, spent almost no time, quickly completed the fourth most important part of the Longevity Machine, and as I thought I would soon be able to pass on to him in peace and security. I’m sorry.

“It is a pity that your father, after reaching his fourth degree, became a bit demented. I’m sorry.

“Yes, he’s crazy, totally crazy. I’m sorry.

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“He killed your mother without any enemy from me, and prepared to kill you in pain, until I reacted and came out in haste to save you who was born.” I’m sorry.

“I beat him so hard that he finally got better from being crazy. I’m sorry.

“He is very smart and has access to modern higher education, and in his eyes, our so-called 2,000-year mission is too crazy and absurd. I’m sorry.

“He does not wish to carry such an incomprehensible fate and chooses to commit suicide and seals all power in you. I’m sorry.

“And I looked at his empty eyes, and his faith was shaken. When I raised you, I left quietly, hoping that you would return to normal society, and that you would not be involved in the survival machine. I’m sorry.

And in the last few days I have sensed that my bounds are running short, and even my bounds are a sign of falling from the fourth to the third. However, Xu Jia has been on one line for several generations, and there are no more people to trust. I thought about it and decided to put an end to this cage, which has trapped our family for 2,000 years. I’m sorry.

“At the plan, I deliberately exposed the whereabouts of those who had sought to kill me, and I could kill a few, and then I could burn my life, light too old, and make a big explosion, so that all those who were there were gone. I’m sorry.

“It’s none of our business. I’m sorry.

“The results are coming to the last step and suddenly breaking into a mysterious third party. I’m sorry.

“More than I thought, this man, it was you. I’m sorry.

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Listening to Grandpa, I’m freezing.

Our home is the so-called 2,000-year-old family.

And the reason I was able to complete the three stages of my journey as quickly as possible was because I was able to contain a powerful force from a father who had not met.

It is not a gift, but it should be.

I was sent out of the world of sanctuaries, but I saw the blood moon that was used to wake up, and I activated my body step by step, and returned to its place of origin in the form of a “pumpball.”

Is there a destiny in the middle?

My grandfather, who had done what he wanted, watched me lose all my hands and feet, and the skin of my face was frightful several times.

I guess he didn’t think of anything like that, either?

After dozens of seconds of silence, my grandfather finally took a breath and touched my smooth head:

“It’s just that, since you’re back here today, maybe it means that you’re so much closer to being too old. Our family’s legacy should have fallen on you. Will you bear it? I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

What’s your choice?

Grandpa saw him and laughed, and he stretched out his hand into his belly and threw the meat in front of me with a broken book.

“Eat it, and then get the Longevity Machine to the fourth. As you can see, the priests of the Fourth Frontier have the power of the heavens and the earth. I’m sorry.

I’m too old to take care of its ugly appearance and swallow it in the belly.

And my grandfather, in front of me, became a mess.

Until it’s completely dead.

That’s why I’m so weak, my granddad, and I’ve lost too old to live.

I shed a tear and looked at the mud and he laughed.

The dark surroundings are falling apart, and I see what’s in the book.

“Four, the bone. I’m sorry.

“The earth and the earth may be stolen from them, as they are silt.” I’m sorry.

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The black side of the world collapsed, and I went back to the world.

Stand in the childhood room.

Too old to creep inside of me, seems to be looking for a place to live in.

I fed him all my bones by the way of the Book.

Too old to taste every rib I have, to seem happy, to excite the space inside me.

And when it tastes like nothing, it changes its form, slowly shapes my bones.

Instead of my old bones.

In addition, it has become a thigh, an arm, a finger, a sweaty hair and black hair on top of its head.

I have seen a re-emergence of the body, though it has not been lost for long, but it is like an absence.

And then it became pretty cute when you went inside and looked at how disgusting it was.

Finding myself again is like the rest of my life, and I’m in an incomprehensible mood of breath, joy and sorrow.

And now my power has changed from the spirit and the will to the power of the heavens and the earth.

Stealing power from the natural roots of the heavens and the earth and pulling out a world that belongs to me.

In my world, I am God, the Creator’s presence.

And at this point, I’m sure I know why every monk who’s been practicing the Longevity Machine has a thin eye on his forehead.

Even if it never worked.

Turns out it’s the key.

To open the gates of my world.

42

Out of the house, I saw six old men still recovering.

Full control over me, far more powerful than a fallen, dying grandfather, with a soft hand, with a slant eye on his forehead, pulled them all into my world.

It’s dark and deep, as if it’s a place of chaos from the original world.

As lords of the heavens and the earth of one side, it is only by moving my heart that I can crush them all into dust.

Those who do not have the power of the heavens and the earth are drawn to a world that is as high as it may be, even if it is only one foot away from its bones, and no difference from the ants on earth.

I’ve changed back into a normal person, but I feel like I’m getting worse and worse.

And then I took a breath, and I closed my forehead and turned back to normal.

Get out of the cloudy village and go back downtown.

It’s still loud outside, like nothing happened.

43

Since then, I have become more and more fond of standing at the top of the tower and looking at the city.

Then he jumped down until the moment he was about to land, into my own world.

Life in the city has never changed and my life is never back on track.

It’s like a day and a day.

Now I don’t have to eat or drink and I’m almost out of human trouble.

It’s my only pleasure to save people in disaster from time to time, to be the city’s hidden superhero.

Occasional encounters of immeasurable monks, who want to do something wrong, drag them into my world and turn them into a grain of dust.

After embarking on this field, there was almost no match for the monk.

I tried to paralyze myself with alcohol, but I found out that my body was safe from poison.

Time is running out, and I’m almost forgetting what the world has to offer, what 2,000 years to pursue, and what the mission of the late Tsui.

44

Until morning, I was crouching at the tip of the signal tower, holding the blood cutter’s cell phone, and slashing out the information.

I don’t think there’s anything better than a signal at my feet.

The number of members of the group has recently been reduced by a few.

Two hundred people have gradually been cleared to seventy-eight.

It seems to be cleaning up the dead house.

There are fewer active monks in this city.

I don’t know when I’ll be clean.

I was thinking of a very strange question.

There is no administrator in the group and it is clear that the group owner is managing the operation.

But the mysterious master never spoke in the community.

I have looked at his information more than once since I returned from Cloudy Village.

Group nicknames, funerals.

Looks alien to the nicknames of other monks, like some kind of unmainstreamed cultural product.

And as for ID, it’s a whole bunch of obscurity.

It doesn’t mean anything at all, like mental pollution.

I tried to find this man in the city, but I never found any trace of him.

I thought he was a mystery.

Until just now, when I looked at the clouds, I suddenly thought of a simplest and most clumsy way.

It’s the most visible way I’ve ever tried.

Under the devil, I found his head and clicked “add to the address book.”

The other party immediately passed the friend’s request and called me.

I wrinkled my head and watched the call.

What does this guy mean?

Prejudge my operation?

I ordered the phone, and there was a rough voice in the microphone:

“You’re here. I’m sorry.

An irresistible force sprung all over me.

And I was dragged into a dark world.

45

The power of the heavens and the earth is stronger than mine, so that it can control my body and force me into his world!

I can barely breathe because of the pressure on my shoulders.

It comes from the endless repression and fear.

I’ve drilled all over my skin, and I haven’t felt it since I broke into my bones.

I feel in this world that I am the mortal who has been abandoned by the heavens and the earth.

The crushing of this pure force dimension brought me back to the night when I was hunted down and to the cask where the bloodless doctor held my head.

I did all I could to get my head up from the pressure and look forward.

No, not really.

High above the throne of the Dragonhead there is a swarm of skin, folded like a slurry.

And when he is not half human, yet he reveals the greatness of the King who fears.

“Do you know who I am?”

I bit my teeth, but I couldn’t say a word.

“You may call my name, Emperor. I’m sorry.

46

I finally met the legendary man.

He lived 2,000 years.

It was not until he fell down that I finally realized how suffocating the Fifth Frontier of the Longevity Machine was.

And We thought that We were near to God, but before him I found that the building upon which I relied was still as fragile as a piece of paper.

He said to me with pride: “I am in control of all things as I wish, provided that my spiritual imprint is on it.” I’m sorry.

“But it’s never easy for the world to be so big that it wants to mark the spiritual mark on the body of Mrs. Xu. I’m sorry.

“I am not too old, and in the process of exploring the sixth frontier, I have become increasingly ostracized by the heavens and the earth, and I have become increasingly vulnerable to the outside world, and I have been anxious in recent years. I’m sorry.

“But it doesn’t matter. It’s important that I finally find you. I’m sorry.

47

Today’s victory has only a wrinkled skin, but it keeps me from moving.

He did not make any movement, but all the energy of the heavens and the earth is driven by him.

He’s too old to be buzzing inside, and I feel like he’s been pulled by an unresistible force.

Reigning the government wants to forcibly strip me of my age and cut me off from my relationship with the other.

I tried so hard to resist, but it didn’t help.

The higher the practice, the greater the gap.

In despair, I recall the scene of Grandpa’s battle.

Take the initiative to throw too old out of the body and use will to control it instead of fighting.

And when it didn’t last, the big deal followed Grandpa’s footsteps, and I was too old to be used as fuel to blow him up.

I gnawed on my teeth, forced out too old, and turned myself into a boneless soft flesh.

At this moment, the forces of over 2,000 years of age are in my hands.

I did not choose to attack the victories on the high stage, and I seriously doubt that he already has a certain immutable character in his own world.

I’m too old to go up against the ground and try to shake the world under control.

The power of old age did not disappoint me, and the first attack struck a rather visible crack in the dark ground.

I’ve endured the oppression of victory, and I’ve commanded too old and mad hammers.

And the victory seemed to smell the wrongs, and immediately responded, abandoning the attack on me, and turning the power of the heavens and the earth into a blade, cutting it all out of its reach.

As soon as his blade was cut to the obituary, the bottom of the world finally collapsed, and I was too old to call back my body and rushed out with the cracks that had begun to re-emerge at a fast pace.

I went back to the real world.

In a head-to-face position, he fell hard on the concrete road.

Good to be tough, no big deal.

I got up and shot the dust on my body, and I was still in it.

And it was only then that I found out that the last knife to win was cut on it.

Too old to be cut off.

A quarter of the body is permanently in the winning body.

Not until I’ve come to God, the triumph of power has reached me through the touch of too old a broken body.

Now we’re both too old for each other to find me.

I was in a hurry to open my forehead in the shadows and to enter my own world.

The last moment the slanted eyes closed, a black current almost touched my shoulder.

48

I’m totally trapped.

In this infinite black world.

Only the power of the heavens and the earth can defeat them.

And when I hide in the space I have built, there is nothing I can do about it.

But again, I can’t get out.

As soon as I leave this space and return to the real world, I will soon be locked in by victory, linked by two hordes of ultimatums.

No matter which of the remote corners of the world I drill with the power of the heavens and the earth.

He can follow me in the same way.

If I have to leave, stay outside for three seconds at the most.

I think, curiosity kills cats, that’s the price I should pay.

As a modern man who has suddenly gone into the world of excellence, I may not really be in charge of the so-called Queen Seo mission.

Because of the absence of real threats, I have gradually forgotten the true principles of the lives of the ancestors — hiding — in a world of light and wine and green.

No sign of the enemy has been seen in the course of his life and he has been waiting for it.

It is because of the caution they have passed on from one generation to another that they have seized the appetite of the reign of power for 2,000 years, to the extent that they do not know whether the king who is in the ancient books is dead or not.

I’m not holding my mind to life in a city, even because I’m curious about the group and I’m looking for a winner.

The moment when he spoke to him, he locked the air, placed a mental mark on him, and almost became his wiring puppets.

“Ahhh. I’m sorry.

With guilt, I made up my mind to spend the rest of my life in this dark space.

As long as I don’t go out, I’ll never get my full age.

This is not the case.

A long 2,000-year life seems to have left him with a lot of strange secrets.

He crossed over the void and made a “declaration of victory” to me through a part of his body too old.

49

“I know you’re not coming out. I’m sorry.

“A little insect tried to kill me before my great Qin was destroyed, and so did he hide into his own world and never dared to come out. I’m sorry.

“It is as if his bounds are different from yours, and I am afraid he has already died in the darkness. I’m sorry.

“And unlike you two, I took only half of my life on him, and I took on you the body of too old.” I’m sorry.

“It’s only a quarter, but it’s enough for me to touch it. I’m sorry.

“I’ve come up with a way to put in place justice, to sacrifice dozens of people in cities, to burn millions of lives, and to make this too old in me, to make it whole again. I’m sorry.

“As long as I get my full age, and with more than 2,000 years of my accumulation, I will be able to rise to the last point, to truly control everything and live forever. I’m sorry.

“This sounds crazy, right? I’m sorry.

“But I’ve been waiting 2,000 years, and I’ve seen too much madness. I’m sorry.

In the empty darkness, his smile echoes.

50

The facts are indeed what the winner said.

I tried to get back to the real world for a short time, and I found a lot of hidden monks.

Under the command of the governing power, they have taken their own initiative, spreading their energy and ideas to a single city, where they occupy a spot.

A gruesome spree gathers slowly over the continent.

It’s getting thicker and heavier.

I want to hit some of those points.

But it’s always hard to achieve.

If I don’t use my power, I’ll spend three or five seconds out there, and I’ll be found.

And when We hasten the heavens and the earth against the monks, the dark fog of victory shall come to Us.

I can only stand by and watch as the battle for power emerges, and even as the entity emerges.

The great clouds were over the continent and people were caught in extreme panic.

It’s a plan.

If I force my hands to kill a few important priests, it is natural to break the law and defuse the crisis.

But in this way, I will be dragged into the abyss of victory, dedicated to the full age of my life and to the end of my life.

If I fail to do so, the population of dozens of cities will be swallowed up alive, and the triumph of government will remain full and full, as it will lead to immortality.

A thunderstorm pours out of the clouds, and I think.

Faced with this situation, I don’t know what his ancestors would do.

I think I’ll eventually choose the former, sacrifice myself, and perhaps save many lives.

I used a three-second walk back and forth to watch the dark clouds and thunder in the sky and to struggle with it.

But at the most desperate of times, there was a strange sound in my ears.

“Look for me. I’m sorry.

A powerful force tried to drag me away and dragged me into his world.

He is much more powerful than I am, but he is clearly less than a winner and cannot impose control over my body against my will.

I don’t know him, I don’t know who he is.

But at this point in time, I have no solution to win.

My heart is heavy, my eyes are closed, my body is free and he takes me away.

51

In the darkness, there was a wood table, and he sat opposite me.

It’s hard to see what he looks like, because he’s just a blurry mud.

It’s probably a little better than winning, but it doesn’t eat much.

Instead of introducing himself, he asked me questions:

“Are you from this generation? I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

“Have you seen the winner? I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

“Well, did he tell another story about a bug that killed him? I’m sorry.

I said, “You are the one.”

I haven’t said it yet. I covered my mouth.

There is a great possibility that the person in question is from Qinhan, 2,000 years older than me, and this is a little disrespectful when it is not certain that the enemy is a friend.

And he wrangled a fragrance of loose flesh, and stenched with a stench, and said: Yes, I am the worm, and my name is Zhang Liang. I’m sorry.

Hear that name, I’m shaking.

And that’s the same name in that history.

I took a deep breath and looked at his unshaped body.

For the sake of so-called longevity and strength, the king who lived 2,000 years ago will live in this form.

I was thinking, what exactly did the Longevity Machine bring to this world?

It seems only madness, paranoia, blood and sorrow…

52

I’ve heard Zhang Liang’s story.

As a descendant of the six dynastys, he assassinated the victor with hatred.

But it’s time for the victory to begin to develop the “long-life machine” and to gain the power of imagination and fail repeatedly.

After learning of the existence of the Living Machine, he was constantly searching for the corresponding modus operandi, and actually found the second full set of retrospects and began to do so.

At the same time, the gifted victories formally entered the fifth frontier and gained unimaginable power, but were gradually ostracized by the fact that they were not too old to be accepted by the heavens and the earth, and remained in their own world for the most part.

So he chose fake death, passing on to Second.

Qin is dead.

Zhang Liang was building the Longevity Machine while joining Liu Bang’s camp and helping Liu Bang solve all the rivals.

By the time he solves all the enemies of the world, he has reached the height of the fourth frontier.

He was satisfied that he was ready to seek revenge for his victory in the shadow of the air.

By fighting for life, he finally opened a mouth, fled to the real world, went into his own world, and studied the “long-life machine” with his own heart, without taking any further steps.

So Zhang Liang left behind.

53

After hearing Zhang Liang’s story, I couldn’t help but ask, “How far have you come after 2,000 years of refinement?” I’m sorry.

And from what part of the earth does he not know, he exclaims: “The fifth weight of the Living One is called the Seal, the Last Life, and seeks in the heavens and the earth. In order to move forward, you need to eat all your organs and then all your fat. For almost 2,000 years, I’ve almost digested all my internal organs, as you can see, and it’s turned into this weird thing, but it’s not the last step, and there’s still so much stinking meat left. I’m sorry.

“Can’t you do it for 2,000 years? I asked.

“You’re from Xu’s family, too old to feel the same way.” For those who are not too old to be assisted, the next triad is too difficult. I’m sorry.

“What are you going to do now? “I looked in my eyes, and I spoke with doubt.

Me and him split the terms of promotion.

When he gives me the full power, I can rise to a higher level.

If I give it to him too old, it’s the same.

I can’t believe he’s willing to give up this opportunity to become God.

The atmosphere on the table is a little tense, and a period of negotiating language has come into my mind.

Even if I knew there was nothing to be gained by a search of the intestines compared to a thousand-year-old fox.

Who knows he grabbed a book from the void.

Throw it quietly on the table and put it in front of me.

“Hmm? I’m a little confused.

He exaggerates, and the body gets looser.

“I’m tired. I’m sorry.

54

“In fact, you were wrong, and I built the Episode, hiding 2,000 years, not just for the supreme place of immortality.” Zhang Liang found no pupils in his meat and kept me thinking that he looked at me and said, “In my heart, the first wish is a hate for victory. I’m sorry.

“Hate? I’m sorry.

“Kill my people, destroy my country, exile me for 2,000 years. How can I not hate it? It seems that when it comes to excitement, the meatstuffs start to tremble, “The fifth frontier, which is already touching the edge of life, is endless, and I’m close to it, but it’s still one step away. I have lived for more than 2,000 years by the force of infinite proximity to the fifth, but I have not reached the true fifth, and the body that I have left is beginning to age. I’m sorry.

“You’re so old now? I look at the meatballs, and it’s hard to understand how a lump of fat can judge old and young.

“Of course I’ll grow old, even I’m dying. So take it. This one’s gone to Hanquo’s. At this moment, he seems to have been relieved, and the fragrance of the meatballs has even begun to burst into flames, “Twenty years of chasing, I’m really tired, if you can help me kill the winner, take it. I’m sorry.

The Qin-han figure slowly turned to me for dust.

His world has also collapsed.

I grabbed the Longevity Machine, opened my forehead and returned to my world.

Turning over the Longevity Machine, we see a way to improve.

I’ve learned the fifth weight of the seal, and I’ve been fed to too old, according to the scripture.

Too old to eat my organs, my heart, my liver, my beer, my stomach.

It’s crawling inside me and enjoying the feast.

And when it was full of joy, We found no place on me but a thin piece of skin for myself.

All occupied by too old.

I put up with all the emotions in my chest and started the last page of the Longevity Machine.

Sixth weight, soul.

The heavens and the earth follow their hearts and never perish.

55

I killed Victory.

When I was too old to chew on my soul, I became one with the heavens and the earth.

I don’t have to steal or control the heavens and the earth anymore. I’ve become them.

It’s about knowing the real meaning of immortality.

As long as the world does not die, I will never die.

When I stood at such a height, I realized how ridiculous it was for me to marvel at the power of the heavens and the earth and the world of my own.

The space cut out by the four-and-a-half border monks seemed to have jumped out of three, not in five lines, actually fell to my eye.

It’s like a tiny cocoon, bound to the very edge of the heavens and the earth, sucking on the forces of the real world.

I reached out and crushed them one by one.

It also includes the winning one.

It’s no different from what I felt when I looked at it with my bones.

I saw with relief what I was able to do, and I finally understood why so many people have sought this ultimate power for 2,000 years.

Of course, it’s not just for me.

I saved dozens of innocent cities, but unexpectedly not much comfort or excitement.

I look over my shoulder, and now I seem to have been forced into a cold God’s perspective.

It is only once in a while that a superhero’s addiction can be recovered from what was once human.

I will never die, but I will never have any cause or effect.

Everything about me in the world has cut off from me.

Everyone who knows me will lose memories of me.

Everyone who’s ever seen me will forget it in a moment.

I’m like a darkness, walking around the world, and I can only walk with everyone.

It’s not a good feeling for me.

My side, no, my body, has been left with nothing to talk about.

Sometimes I look up at the stars and I think, “Why do you keep your head up and go crazy?”

Maybe crazy people like to control everything like walkers?

When I look at the stars alone, there are sometimes strange thoughts.

The truth, for example, seems to have the last corner left, and it has not opened.

When Tsui Fu Dong Watanabe found the Longevity Machine, he presented the Emperor, opening up a 2,000-year-old story.

But who is it?

What kind of man can create such a strange charade and “development” such a creation?

I sometimes ask too old, though I know it never answers.

I feel like that person has been there all along, watching me in the untraceable.

Perhaps human beings are weak before me, and I am.

“Ooh. I’m sorry.

I don’t know where it is, but I have to walk.

Note

Under the high bridge, a young boy sat in a car with an ice stick in his mouth and watched the outside road through a window.

Summer is hot, and the sun seems to be burning out the air.

All of a sudden, a bus was drilled out of a railing far above his head, accompanied by the sliding of his tires and a shock.

“Mom, look! I’m sorry.

The car turned around and the bus broke down the railing on the high shelf and stuck its head outside.

There was a series of alarms in the car.

After a while of sliding forward, the bus finally stopped slowly and barely settled by the bridge.

Even though half of them are out there, there’s always a risk.

“It’s scary, too, because they’re lucky the car didn’t fall.” I’m sorry.

The boy blinked, pointed at the bus, shook the woman’s arm, and was excited to say, “Mom, I just saw a brother in black, flying up in the sky, pushing the bus, holding it down!” I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

As soon as the boy’s voice came down, the car sounded confused.

The woman smiled and took pictures of the driver’s seat in the front row: “That’s how kids are, day by day, with lots of fantasy.” I’m sorry.

“I saw it clearly.” I’m sorry.

“Where is your brother?” I’m sorry.

The little boy looked at it. There was no such thing as that.

But he was sure that he saw that moment.

He rubbed his eyes for a long time and couldn’t find them anyway.

When the vehicle re-engaged, they moved far away, and the little boy had completely forgotten what his brother looked like.

He’s got a lot of waves in his heart. Have you ever seen a scene that could only exist in a movie?

“Maybe it’s an illusion…”

And at this point, in the dimension that the world cannot see, a young man in black is sitting quietly on the roof of an already empty bus, watching quietly the people rescued.

The shadows come and go, and his lips smite.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.