After Feng Zhan fell into coma, the darkness began to surge more alarmingly, but he could not step into the range of the light, and as time passed, something seemed to appear.
"roll!"
Suddenly, a very shocking and terrifying roar appeared, and the darkness surging around them suddenly became quiet. Some things lingering in the darkness seemed to be slowly retreating.
"You damn trash, stay away from this child, otherwise, you will all... die -" Skeleton Hardy's long broken voice burst out like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, even the darkness was a bit... Torn citrus.
The vibrating sound continued, and the cracks in the darkness continued. I don’t know how long it took, and then it gradually stopped. It’s just that I don’t know how far it spread. It was just the thin, dim light. The cracks were already so densely packed in the darkness that it made one’s scalp numb.
Silence appeared again, but the terrifying and dense cracks almost cut through the dark things, but it proved that what happened here just now was not an illusion, but a reality.
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The turbulent darkness finally filled up the cracked parts, but it was obviously far away from the range covered by the lantern lights. However, the light of the lanterns still had no intention of expanding. It just guarded the three-quarter acre of land, stubbornly like A fool.
"Hardy, we want to leave..."
I don’t know how long it took, but a voice came out of the darkness. It felt like someone was talking, but when you listened carefully, it looked more like dozens or hundreds of people gathered together, seemingly praying. Lamenting is a voice that is enough to move anyone who listens to it. Although there are only a few words, it is so confusing.
"Hmph, leave, you trash, never think of leaving!" Skeleton Hardy's voice appeared again, firm but without revealing the slightest hesitation, unmoved at all, his voice was cold, as if to freeze everything.
"Hardy, you bitch, you are just here waiting to die. One day, we will eat every bone in your body, suck out every drop of marrow in your body, and let you live to see everything about yourself. , death will never be the end for you..."
The voice in the darkness appeared again. It seemed that after praying and begging in vain, it immediately became angry and almost roared, accompanied by terrifying vibrations. It kept cursing and cursing, as if it wanted to use its own words to drown the skeleton Hardy, but this The words made up of strange syllables were so obscure and difficult to understand. It was really hard to imagine how Skeleton Hardy could understand them.
The curse words continued for at least four or five hours, but Skeleton Hardy turned a deaf ear and ignored them completely. The voice echoing in the darkness seemed to be boring, and finally chose to retreat, moving away little by little.
Skeleton Hardy shook his head and didn't care much. He wanted to quarrel with it. He was still young and was no match for him. He was too lazy to talk to this thing. He spent a long time arguing with the things here before he let it go. He has developed a strong ability to talk. No one here is his opponent. If he didn't have to look at the unconscious Feng Zhan, he would really want to talk about life and ideals with the thing in the dark, and deepen it again. They are "fearful" of themselves, otherwise they will really forget their identity, and this is their only fun in this endless darkness.
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Feng Zhan was still in a coma. He was not awakened by the terrifying roar. In other words, there seemed to be no sound at all around him. There was cool air, fixed lights, warm blankets, and one person sitting cross-legged all the time. The skeleton didn't seem to be affected in any way.
At this time, Feng Zhan's brows were frowning more and more tightly, his breathing was becoming more rapid, and the temperature of his whole body was also rising. At this time, Feng Zhan's mind was going through some urgent things.
Just like the outside world, Feng Zhan was breathing rapidly in his spiritual world, sweating profusely, and kept running. He didn't know when it would end.
Around him, there was a sea of fire, with all kinds of fires burning fiercely. At first, this place was just a desolate land, suddenly scorched black, although some residual warmth was inevitably spreading, but After all, it was still what the human body could withstand, but I don’t know when the temperature gradually started to rise, and I don’t know when countless flames started to burst out everywhere.
Feng Zhan, who was still a little panicked at first, had no idea where he was, but when the familiar voice appeared, he understood that it was still in his head.
"Brother Andre, your spiritual world is really rich..."
That's right, it was King Sosia who had not appeared for a long time. At this time, he suddenly said such a sentence, and there was no sound again. No matter how Feng Zhan shouted, there was no response.
Feng Zhan raised his eyes and looked around, hopping around while avoiding the increasing number of flames. He had no choice but to do so, but he still knew one thing, that is, this was his spiritual world, but why was his spiritual world starting to burst into flames everywhere? Well, when I saw it before, it was still black and midwinter, but now it's better, it's burning.
And time passed quickly, and the burning became more and more intense. Now the fire was raging, and I could only find the occasional gap in the countless flames and keep shuttling, otherwise I might be burned by the flames at any time. Devoured.
The high temperature made Feng Zhan sweat like rain, but he never fainted. Feng Zhan kept avoiding here, and he didn't know how long it had passed. Even though he was very tired, he couldn't stop at all, because as long as he took a breath, He will inevitably be surrounded by more flames, and what awaits him will definitely be a death without burial.
However, what makes him strange is that instead of making him mentally depressed, the environment here makes him more and more sober. The pain is inevitable, but besides the pain, there is an indescribable and strange feeling of comfort that makes him feel more relaxed. Feng Zhan even doubted whether he had masochistic tendencies.
He was sweating like rain, but he was not dehydrated. Instead, the flames burned even more fiercely after they came into contact with Feng Zhan's sweat beads, as if they were poured with oil.
Winding paths kept appearing in front of Feng Zhan. Fortunately, from beginning to end, Feng Zhan never encountered a dead end. No matter how he walked, there would always be a path, whether it was a straight line or a turn, a single path. Or there is a fork in the road, Feng Zhan is always in a forward-moving state.
Every time Feng Zhan wanted to stop and rest, more flames would rush toward him, and the surrounding flames began to become more intense. Many of the flames had even directly dried up his sweat beads, and the stimulation was smooth. It followed his sweat glands and entered his body. The burning sensation had become a real burning, especially the burning inside his body. It was simply maddening.
As soon as the flames started to burn, they started to become crazier, with flames constantly rushing towards Feng Zhan's body. What was even more terrifying was that the flames were gathering crazily, completely engulfing Feng Zhan almost in an instant. .
"ah……"
Painful roars are constantly gathering on every inch of Feng Zhan's skin, and the situation inside his body is only more terrifying. The flames are constantly burning his muscles, blood, bones, nerves... Anything that can burn is there. Among the ranks of flames' care.
At this moment, Feng Zhan had turned into a burning man. The blazing flames were still so fierce even without the wind, and Feng Zhan's screams were getting louder and louder.
The pain continued, and Feng Zhan's spirit became clearer and clearer. He could almost feel that every cell in his body was burning, but he was unable to stop it. He watched helplessly, but his brain continued to accept it moment by moment. Such information.
I don't know how long the burning lasted until Feng Zhan became a little numb. Although the pain never disappeared and the brain never stopped, it didn't seem that important anymore.
But a new situation appeared, as if it were in front of me, but in my mind, heart, and even in my soul, pictures began to emerge crazily. It was none other than a burning giant of fire holding up the sky. He was holding a huge staff and waving it constantly.
Every movement was so familiar. It wasn't until a long time later that Feng Zhan finally realized that it was the skill taught to him by Skeleton Hardy. At this moment, it was truly presented in front of his eyes, or directly presented in front of him. in one's own soul.
The stinging pain in the soul and spirit is constantly intensifying. Unlike the skill information that Skeleton Hardy passed on to him before, which was just instillation, the current skill is directly imprinted on his soul and spirit, just like there is a person , constantly cutting and outlining with knives and axes, so that I can never forget it.
I felt every movement of the Fire Giant, and those skills seemed to be wielding by myself, especially as time went by, the feeling became clearer and clearer.
But there is more feeling, that is, these skills are like directly attacking oneself, constantly stimulating one's nerves and deepening one's feelings.
All these experiences seemed to be very fast, but also seemed to be very slow. Feng Zhan had already forgotten time, or time had forgotten him. In this world of flames, there was no longer any concept of time. In the blink of an eye, it was like eternity. , and like a moment.
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Feng Zhan's brows furrowed, his body temperature rose, his red skin seemed to be burning, and the cold air seemed to be heated by him.
Skeleton Hardy looked at Feng Zhan at this moment, stretched out his paw, as if he wanted to touch his forehead, but the moment he got closer, he slowly took it back, shook his head, and murmured, " You still need to experience it yourself. I have already given you a little too much. I don’t know if I will burn you into a fool, which will be troublesome. My big bones..."
It seemed to be worried at first, but the second half of the sentence seemed to directly expose some of its thoughts. If Feng Zhan could hear it, he would have cursed, "Am I not as important as a few bones? Damn..."
The place fell into silence again. Skeleton Hardy didn't say much. He just found a blanket for himself and looked sideways at Feng Zhan. From time to time, he would also look into the darkness and see the soul fire beating in his eyes. Sometimes It will burn violently, and sometimes it will just shrink slightly, like thinking or playing. It is always so magical, because when this guy's soul fire beats, some various shapes can always appear. Make people think of something.
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"Huh... one day, one day, always..."
Some sounds came from the darkness, noisy and terrifying, like catharsis, like helplessness.
"Why are you humming? Do you only know this sentence? Come on, come on, say a few more words. If you say it well, I will give you a few good bones to taste. Come and bark a few more times for me to hear..."
The strange taunts and sudden appearance were obviously Skeleton Hardy. Just a few words made the voice so angry that it might not sound like much to others, but after being tortured for countless years, these things just need to be said. , will always arouse their endless anger and fear!
