Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 747: Fusion

Standing in the middle of the corridor, the sinister air at the corners of my brows condensed into cold frost, and my whole body was emitting ominous, long shadows swaying on the stairs.

"It's almost impossible to suppress..."

The ghost art is about to break through, I swept all the bottom layers, devoured sixty-seven obsessions in a row, and finally reached the limit.

"I'm afraid even if the upper body is bloody, I dare not eat so much continuously?"

Walking on the edge of reason and madness, every thread of blood in my eyes is full of killing intent, I have never been so eager to vent.

Can't smell the smell of blood, I'm on the verge of madness, my nails gouged into my flesh, only the pain can remind me and keep me a little awake.

Countless evil thoughts collided in my mind, greed, gluttony, and the original sin of human nature squeezed into my memory, making me blur everything, including time and myself.

Vessels protrude, and my body is full of scars. Even I don't know it. In the short few months of becoming the anchor of the show, my body has been covered with scars.

Every hideous wound is a horrifying past. Under the instigation of negative emotions, the most unbearable memories suppressed in the bottom of my heart emerge.

I'm a murderer, and it's not the first time I've killed someone!

There is a **** taste in my mouth, as if I bit the tip of my tongue, I feel like there is a monster living in my body, and he is about to break free from the cage and get out of my throat!

Master Jiangtou, Jiang Long, Chen Jiuge, and the disciples of the Sanyin Sect, each with a sinister smile flashed through my mind, and they turned into demons and crawled out of the depths of my sea of ​​consciousness.

They are gnawing at my memory, and the calm sea of ​​consciousness has completely changed at this time, the sky is blood red, the sea water is dark black, and at a glance, it is full of murder and crime.

I want to shout, but I can't make a sound. I want to kill, but I'm afraid of becoming addicted.

Until now, I still remember what Blind Liu said to me back then, if I become a demon, no Buddha will dare to save me.

This is a road from which there is no turning back, and once it is broken, it cannot be recovered.

Power is easy to be addicted to, the desire to return to Jiangcheng, and the thrilling puzzle every step of the way, all kinds of pressure force me to use the most extreme methods to become stronger.

Panyan is a bit out of order, the world in my eyes slowly climbed up with black lines, I am very clear that the thin black lines transformed by obsession have not been completely refined, they are encroaching on my body.

This is an extremely dangerous battle. While I am devouring them, they are also devouring me.

All the obsessions in the pig cage apartment are actually a whole, representing the resentment of tens of thousands of tragic deaths in Longchang. The battle has already begun.

I need strength, and my heart is shrouded in desire. To some extent, my sea of ​​consciousness has become a hotbed of obsession.

They want to be reborn in my body, and by then my fate may be worse than that of a tenant in the Red Mansion, becoming a monster who only knows how to kill, a complete lunatic.

"This is a conspiracy. Even if I know all kinds of disasters will happen if I swallow my obsession, I have no choice."

Blood still flowed out after all, dripping from my own palm to the ground, but the heart-wrenching pain could only bring about a few seconds of sobriety.

Walking alone, I stood in a corridor that was ventilated on all sides, my scarred body was undergoing the most tragic torture.

Evil thoughts strike and shake my foundation.

A dozen times of live broadcasting, running around for one's life, what is it for?

What is the meaning of wandering between life and death again and again?

Be an actor in front of the screen?

Or satisfy your humble vanity?

I am a murderer, my hands are stained with blood, I should kneel in front of the gravestone and beg for mercy.

Are you at ease?

Crossing two provinces, the arrest warrants are scattered in thirty-six cities, even staying in a hotel has to wear a human skin mask, hiding in Tibet like a mouse, living a lowly and useless life!

Worth it?

What the **** am I doing?

In order to find the truth that may not even exist? Or is it to prove that you are extraordinary?

Walk on this eternally dark road to save those murderers who pushed me into the abyss?

This is not what I want!

Too tired, I should give up.

The nails dug into his own flesh, the pain in his heart, the blood came out from the teeth biting, and the sweat slid through the bulging blood vessels.

My face is ferocious, and I am no longer what I used to be. I am like a ghost, walking between the crescent moon and the mud.

My heart desires to be bright, but I only deserve to hide in the darkest and deepest night.

The clenched fist is slowly loosened, the pain is weakening, my eyes are intertwined with fine black silk threads, they seem to be sewing my eyes, sealing my heart, maybe when the last memory is swallowed , the only name left in the world is Gao Jian.

I'm not unwilling, and I don't know how to be sad. It's just that I have persisted in something for so long, but suddenly gave up, and I feel a little uncomfortable.

The nail was slowly pulled out from the depths of the palm, and the blood flowed down the fingertip. Just when I was about to close my hand, strands of black hair gently wrapped my palm, and a cold but familiar feeling clenched my hand.

From the black hair, I can feel a little uneasiness and panic, and there is a child-like figure in my field of vision. He is thin and pale, and has a natural dependence on me.

"Fate."

One life is connected, it is the most loyal shadow to me, but I am the whole world to him.

What he saw was what I experienced.

I feel an inexplicable pain in my heart, this feeling is worse than nails gouging bones!

One jump on the river dam, I should have died, a person who has lost everything, how can he be sentimental? All the memories related to fate ghosts seemed to break free from some kind of shackles, and emerged from the dark sea of ​​consciousness: Hate Mountain Mental Hospital to survive, Shiji Xinyuan fought with Dacheng Ming ghosts, and he was the one who dragged him back in the ghost paradise. The mirror ghost of the entire maze brought me out of the maze with my eyes closed

, the river dam died for his life, and he was born against his fate in the ten-direction ghost refining formation!

Too many memories keep coming out, stirring up the dark sea of ​​consciousness, and giving me a moment of clarity.

The black hair held my hand tightly, as if afraid that I would leave, my whole body exudes ominousness, but the thin ghost like my shadow behind me slowly walked towards me, standing side by side with me.

He said nothing, but said everything.

My eyes were moved, there was frost and rain, and there was a trace of guilt.

In order to see him clearly, I tried my best to open my eyes wide. The world seemed to be a little clearer. The black silk thread that blocked my sight was still twisting, but it couldn't cover the place where the ghost was standing.

The black hair wraps around all my wounds, slowing down the speed of my will, but the obsession is still in my mind.

Everyone has desires, and my desires were exploited by the obsession of the tragic death in Longchang Apartment. I have killed people, and my extreme desires have become stronger. This is an undeniable fact. They are what captured my thoughts. Vulnerabilities, constantly launching the most violent attacks.

I feel like a shipwreck floating on the sea, being dragged continuously into the bottomless deep sea.

The sky is red and the sea is black. I can see where the ghost is, but I can't catch him.

There is no light around me, it is pitch black, and the ghosts are also shrouded in it.

Memory is still being eroded by obsession, and my past has become more blurred. I seem to have experienced similar situations. This pain of losing memory is worse than being cut by a knife!

Pieces of memory dissolve into obsessions like snowflakes, and black silk threads bloom in my sea of ​​consciousness like datura flowers.

Everything seems irreparable, the flowers bloomed for a whole world, and the remaining black silk threads intertwined into spiked roots pierced into the sea of ​​consciousness, they chased me, trying to pierce my body, completely turning me into a nourishment.

Sinking seems to be a foregone conclusion, my thinking is affected, and many things are constantly being forgotten.

The process of forgetting is very slow, so slow that I can see with my own eyes which memories are disappearing.

The black tide lapped at scattered memory fragments, and my mind stared at them dully.

The black threads in the sea of ​​consciousness were still spreading, and suddenly they gathered towards a certain place, hundreds of thousands of threads began to gather, their target seemed to be just an ordinary memory fragment.

When the waves suddenly rose, tens of thousands of black silk threads could not erase that memory.

My line of sight was also attracted, and my thoughts unconsciously felt immersed in that memory.

The torrential rain is raging, and the flood peak is monstrous!

On the 41-meter-high river dam, she was covered in blood, as if she was wearing a blood-red wedding dress.

Dragging her frail body, she faced the roaring flood peak and huge waves alone.

Holding a sharp knife, she was picking out the rusted iron needles one by one.

She looked at me with an unprecedented tenderness in her eyes.

She left her last smile, pure and reassuring.

"Gao Jian, remember to wait for me!"

Blood splattered on the sharp edge, and the slender and weak fingers raised the token of the usurper.

The memory buried deep in my heart reappeared again. At this moment, my body was trembling slightly. Those two words that I didn't want to mention, which made me not know how to face them, blurted out without any hesitation.

"Xiaofeng!"

The memory seems to have unlocked a lock, and the sea of ​​consciousness is churning. At the same time, the Hexin jade on the neck burst suddenly, and a warm, thick, earth-like power penetrated into my heart.

As if there was a tacit understanding, the sea of ​​consciousness and the mind began to vibrate at the same time.

Scenes keep flashing through my mind, faster and faster, and evil thoughts are constantly being generated. The two merge, and the memory is completely mixed in the evil thoughts. It seems that after countless reincarnations, I have experienced tens of thousands of people Despair and death thoughts.

With the fusion of memory and obsession, all the black silk threads representing obsession in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared, some sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and some flowed through the whole body, and finally penetrated into the eighteen yin orifices of my body!

Reincarnation is hard to understand, but I felt the breath of reincarnation in the obsession with the tragic death in the pig cage apartment. Ghosts exist in the world and have not entered reincarnation, mostly because of obsessions. Now I have swallowed nearly a hundred obsessions that have existed for decades. In the life and death, I finally knocked on the door of the five layers of ghost art!