"I am you, and you are also me."
As soon as these words came out, Li Wudi's head was shut down, and his thoughts that were originally rotating rapidly seemed to be at a standstill at this moment.
The formless mind method in the hand was automatically opened without wind, and a page was opened.
In an instant, countless small runes emitting divine light emerged from the book of the Formless Mind Dharma Sutra.
Li Wudi, in black robe, always had a smile in his eyes, looking directly at the young man in front of him.
The young man in white robe stared stupidly at the person in front of him. In his eyes, the figure of the man in black robe was reflected, which was his figure.
He also saw himself in the eyes of black-robed Li Wudi.
Li Wudi felt that the mirror he was facing was an extremely real mirror, and the other self in front of him ran out of that mirror.
In fact, it's no wonder that Li Wudi is in such a state now. If anyone sees that there is another identical version of himself in this world, I am afraid that his heart will be broken and his foundation will be unstable.
After all, you are the only one in this world, you are yourself, how can there be a second self? If there is a second self, what do you mean?
In this cycle, that person may constantly question himself, fall into madness, or even become immortal on the spot.
This is undoubtedly a test.
At this moment, the black-robed Li Wudi studied the young man in front of him for a long time, seeming to have been paying attention to the changes in the expression of the white-robed young man.
Smiling, he said: "Now that I have such a great opportunity, I will use the Wuxiang Mind Method."
"Li Wudi, don't you even want to take a look?"
Saying this, the black-robed Li Wudi was about to get in the face of the white-robed Li Wudi.
Hearing this breathtaking voice, Li Wudi looked down subconsciously.
At this glance, what he happened to see was the page opened by the formless mind method.
The two big characters on the paper caught the eye of the boy in white robe.
Ask your heart!
These two words were like ringing a big bell, constantly echoing in Li Wudi's heart.
Hitting the depths of the soul.
The Taoist rhyme blooming in the Formless Heart Dharma Sutra in my hand reached its peak at this moment!
Countless obscure runes and small characters emanated from the Formless Mind Dharma Sutra, and then covered Li Wudi's body.
When Li Wudi raised his eyes again, he realized that the black-robed Li Wudi who looked like him had disappeared at some point.
Not only that, the medicine room that Fang was originally in began to dissipate in illusion, and then gradually turned into another scene.
This is a dark and boundless place, with a lot of blood splattered on the dilapidated walls. It is dark and damp, and there is a rotten smell of rotten wood, mixed with the pungent smell of blood and rust.
There was only one oil lamp left, slowly swaying in the wind, slightly illuminating the place.
This is a cellar. Looking to the back, I can see that the walls are filled with many different torture instruments.
There was also a torture bed. There was a cross on the torture bed, and there was a figure on it. The figure, whose appearance was unclear, had its limbs shackled by chains.
The figure looked like a young man, but he was transformed into a bloody man. His whole body was covered with thick layers of blood scabs. All the nails on his right hand had been pulled out. His hair was disheveled and there was no trace of his face. The good part, if you look carefully, there is still a lot of blood, flesh and blood on the execution bed.
If it weren't for the weak aura that the bloody man exuded, everyone would probably think that this man was already dead.
This bloody scene can't help but make people feel eerie, terrifying and frightening from the bottom of their hearts.
From this we can see what kind of inhuman torture the people on the execution bed suffered.
Da da da
Following the sound of footsteps, a dark shadow walked in from outside the cellar.
Under the illumination of the weak candlelight, the true face of the black shadow was gradually seen.
It was an unremarkable face with a blank expression, a dazed look on it, and a bit of chattering. It looked like a fool's face.
There is nothing special about it, but if you insist on speaking, it is that this extremely ordinary face reveals an extremely ferocious and abnormal face that does not belong to this face.
This man is holding a bone nail whip, and one look at the sharp bone nails on the whip makes people feel extremely frightened.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
The man's mouth emitted a beast-like roar, which sounded extremely uncomfortable.
The unpleasant smell of blood and madness were clearly revealed in this man.
The man holding the whip looked at the young man who was living and dead on the execution bed, and the fierceness and greed in his eyes were clearly revealed.
The young snowman on the execution bed seemed to have sensed the person in front of him, but he still didn't react at all.
Tick tock.
A drop of blood rolled down from the bed and fell on the ground.
Then, the sound of a whip hitting the air boomed.
After that, there was another muffled sound of bone nails hitting the flesh and blood. In an instant, countless flesh and blood and scarlet blood spattered, and the place seemed to turn into a Shura field.
On the wall, the man holding the whip seemed to have turned into a demonic figure, reflected on the wall through the black shadow.
"Haha, Wu Di, let me, your uncle, take good care of you."
Under the dim candlelight, Erhazi swept away that dazed look, replaced by that completely crazy look.
The bone nail whip in his hand also seemed to be his charge-killing weapon. Every blow would bring out a complete piece of flesh and blood from the young man's body on the execution bed in front of him, and then fall into the air with the bone nail whip.
Broken meat flew everywhere, and some even landed on his face and body. As for the bone nail whip, not to mention, the bone nail at the front was a little blunt after a while.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
And perhaps because he could no longer hold it in, the boy on the execution bed found the strength to scream again. The pain seemed to go deep into the bone marrow and pierce the heart. The last scream was so hoarse that it seemed to turn into A ghostly voice.
If anyone else were here and saw this bloody scene, they would probably be vomiting bile and trembling with fear.
After an unknown amount of time, the dark red blood of the bloody young man on the execution bed was about to drain away. There was no intact flesh and blood anywhere on his body, and scars were all over the broken body like centipedes.
The white bones under the flesh and blood were also exposed in large areas. You could even see that there were several bone nails fixed on the thigh bones of the young bloody man.
"Hoo, hoo."
Maybe they are a little tired from playing, or maybe they are not interested.
The Erhazi finally stopped this inhuman torture, and then glanced at the person on the bed with a lingering look before slowly retreating.
In the cellar, silence fell again. If there was any sound, it was the drops of blood on the bed and the ticking of blood on the ground.
But it didn't take long for the blood to drain away.
Just when I thought it was all over, a person came in again outside the cellar, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.
He was a bald-looking man with a burly build and a body full of tendons.
However, the face and facial features were exactly the same as Erhazi from before, but Li Wudi would never admit that it was Niu Dazhuang.
Niu Dazhuang moved his body and looked at the bloody young man with only a skeleton left on the execution bed. There was no mercy in his eyes, but a look of fanaticism that was even stronger than that of the Erhazi before.
After that, there was a sound like some kind of bone breaking in the cellar, as well as the crazy sound of the strong and strong cow.
And in this scene, there is a person in a corner watching this silently.
This person is none other than Li Wudi.
However, the position of Li Wudi at this time seemed not to belong to this scene at all. He was just a person outside this scene.
"Chichichi, what about Li Wudi, are you very angry in your heart? You will never forget what those damn villagers did to you in Qingling Village and the experience in the cellar."
"Right? Isn't it?"
At this time, a faint voice echoed in Li Wudi's ears.
And beside the boy in white robe, a figure appeared at some point, it was Li Wudi in black robe.
The black-robed Li Wudi was like a ghost, with an evil smile on his face. His voice seemed to stir the heartstrings, penetrating through Li Wudi's body and reverberating infinitely deep in his heart.
Li Wudi looked at everything in the cellar without blinking, and his hands were clenched at some point.
His body was also shaking constantly. It seemed that the picture in front of him was really impacting his soul, and it was an experience that he could not let go of in his life.
After all, you must know that it was nearly ten years of torture, day and night, non-stop.
"Why, don't speak? Is it possible that you don't hate them?"
Black-robed Li Wudi spoke in a slightly higher tone, and then followed his gaze and saw that it was a sealed window in the cellar.
There seemed to be a faint light there.
After finding that light, when I looked deeper, I was looking outside.
The scene here seems to be changing from the perspective of the black-robed Li Wudi.
It was a bright noon, and everything seemed so beautiful. Qingling Village was surrounded by mountains and rivers, like a paradise.
But just under this kind of comfort, there was such a scene at the entrance of Qingling Village.
A bloody man with the appearance of a young man, holding a curled sickle in one hand. The soles of his feet were covered with bloody sores, and countless heads rolled down. Behind him, in Qingling Village, blood flowed into a river, and the broken limbs and flesh were like garbage. Like piles and discards.
On the clear stream, in the wild vegetable fields, in the orchards, and in all the farming places where villagers often go, there are human lives. It is a complete scene of evil.
It seemed so incompatible with the surrounding paradise scene, completely divided into two worlds.
The person who caused this tragic massacre of the village was none other than the bloody man standing at the entrance of the village. In the warm sunshine, the back of the young man still holding the sickle refused to let go.
And the picture is also fixed here.
