Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao Chapter 95: Pain

"I really can't tell...I really can't tell...I really can't tell."

Li Huowang knelt in the yard of the kindergarten, hugging the little girl tightly, murmuring to himself with extreme confusion in his eyes.

Is this a reality or an illusion, true or false? Li Huowang couldn't tell the difference for a while.

When the meditation master said that any heart is full of confusion, Li Huowang once refuted it.

But when he saw Sun Xiaoqin kneeling towards him across the fence, he understood the true meaning of Shi Tai's words.

Minds are minds, no matter which side they choose as reality, they are always wrapped in confusion.

This is the fate of Xinsu, and no one can escape it.

At this moment, a small hand stretched out from Li Huowang's arms holding a small handkerchief.

Gently wiped the tears from his face.

Li Huowang looked down tremblingly, and saw the little girl's cute little face, she was wiping her tears with great concentration.

"Uncle, don't cry."

Looking at her cute face, Li Huowang instantly reflected the past, this little girl might be a living person.

Li Huowang suddenly filled with fear when he thought that he was just so short of killing such a kind little girl.

"What if she is pretending to be the eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month? Kill her!"

As soon as this thought came out of his mind, Li Huowang immediately felt extremely disgusted with himself.

"Shut up! Shut up!! Have you ever thought that this child might be a living person! Is your life really more important than her? She is at least a normal person! What about you? Li Huowang! You are a lunatic! Useless lunatic! What right do you have to trade her life for!!"

Li Huowang held the glass in his hand and made a creaking sound, even if the edge of the glass had been pierced into blood and blood, he would not let go.

His roar startled the people around him, and they all took a few steps back.

At this moment, Li Huowang seemed to have two villains fighting in his mind. He had hallucinations, and the real torture was extremely painful in his heart. All these pressures made him unable to breathe.

Li Huowang even thought of death for a time. As long as he died, he would never be tortured again.

There is no need for a lunatic like me to live. As long as I die, it will benefit everyone, and my mother will not be burdened. It is impossible for Dan Yangzi to use his own body to resurrect.

"Put your guns away, lad, can I talk to you a few words?" Other voices sounded outside the kindergarten.

The speaker was a potbellied middle-aged man in plainclothes with a loudspeaker. Li Huowang didn't know his identity, but from the fact that the policemen actually hung their pistols down, he guessed that this man's identity was not low.

Just as Li Huowang's eyes moved over, he slowly raised his right hand, holding a horn in his left hand, "Oh, look, young man, as the saying goes—"

Just as he was halfway through his words, the middle-aged man's raised right index finger bent inexplicably.

"Whoosh~!" A high-speed rotating sniper bullet shot out of the barrel from a hidden window in the distance, and flew straight towards Li Huowang's brain stem.

At this moment, an extremely special feeling enveloped Li Huowang's whole body, he suddenly tense and turned his head subconsciously.

With the sound of "Touch!", Li Huowang's body trembled violently, his head was raised heavily, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Son!!" Sun Xiaoqin's miserable voice spread far away.

The back of his head slammed into the ground, causing Li Huowang's head to hum, and a golden star in front of him.

"Am I going to die? If I'm already dead, why am I still thinking??"

At this moment, everything that was bright all around quickly dimmed, and the crowd of buildings around, everything turned into a dim and weird-looking bamboo.

At this moment, Li Huowang felt a burning pain in his face, and he looked like he was getting lucky.

But Li Huowang had no time to pay attention to these, because he felt that familiar voice, the eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month, was still watching him in the bamboo forest.

He looked around and found that it was all bamboo. He was surrounded by bamboo, and his lower body was plunged into a muddy pool of rotten bamboo leaves.

"Li Huowang~! Li Huowang!!" From time to time in the bamboo forest, there were shouts of various people, including Lingmiao, Danyangzi, and even Li Zhi.

Li Huowang always thought that here, the other brothers and sisters followed their instructions and attacked the eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month.

However, it now seems that it is not the same thing at all. It is the opposite. I don't know why I was singled out.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the forest. "Old bone, as the saying goes, seventy-three-eighty-four, the King of Hell doesn't tell him to go, you're eighty-four this year, why haven't you gone yet?"

This old neighbor's voice constantly echoed in the bamboo forest, and became stronger and stronger, and began to gradually occupy Li Huowang's mind, trying to turn his cognition into the dying old man again.

And the sound of rustling and rustling began to come from the bamboo forest. Li Huowang saw the little girl that night, and also saw the kitchen master in her mouth.

The eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month is not alone, it even has helpers.

At this time, Li Huowang has not recovered from what just happened. His heart is aching like a heartbreak, but in the face of the immediate crisis, he has a smile on his face.

"You know what? It looks like you've won, but you shouldn't have, you shouldn't have killed me just now, you know, my heart really hurts right now."

Li Huowang hooked his neck with a twisted expression, clenched one hand in his heart, and shouted loudly with clenched teeth.

"It hurts so much that I even want to die!!"

After speaking, Li Huowang pulled the red bamboo slips behind him~IndoMTL.com~ When the bamboo slips unfolded, Li Huowang felt that the extreme pain in his heart was alive at the moment,

And this emotion resonated with this bamboo slip, and the inner pain that had just been weakened by the return began to gradually strengthen.

Then the red bamboo slips had a wonderful change. It began to take root, and those roots drilled from the bamboo leaves below, dyeing everything blood red.

Li Huowang's emotions gradually collapsed, and the pain in his heart has returned to its peak.

However, this is not enough, the root must sprout, the pain in the heart is enough, and now there is still the pain in the body.

Li Huowang collapsed and howled, reaching for the torture tool at the hem with both hands.

He lifted the small dagger tremblingly, inserted it into his abdomen, and pulled it to the left tremblingly, exposing the blood-colored intestines to the air.

On the eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month, they obviously wanted to stop it, but it was too late now.

Li Huowang held the two long cones with barbs in both hands, and inserted them into his abdomen with a half-crying, half-smile expression.