Chapter 174

There is nothing wrong with Changlin mountain's guess. Lu Ziming is not dead, and he lives more "peacefully" than ever. As for where he is, he doesn't know. He only knows that he is now under a huge boundless purple sky.

There is no blue sky and white clouds, no mountains and rivers, and there is no living creature except Lu Ziming himself. no There was a living creature in front of him. There was a deep bottomless pool. There were seven fish of different colors in the pool, and behind him was a tall tree. The tree was covered with all kinds of strange fruits. In addition, there was an endless grassland. The grassland was covered with green grass, like a thick green blanket on the ground, Dotted with colorful wild flowers.

It has been four days, from the beginning of doubt to the present numbness, mixed with too much confusion, hesitation and despair, accompanied by his loneliness.

Lu Ziming didn't know why he didn't die and why he appeared here. From the moment he fell off the cliff, he thought everything was over and waited for the arrival of the God of death.

When he fell quickly from the cliff, there was no fear, panic and despair. The only thing in his mind was his parents. He didn't know whether there was heaven and hell in the world, whether he should go to hell or heaven, where he would see his parents, and how to tell them.

There are kilometers from the top of the cliff to the bottom of the valley. According to the free falling speed of the object, I still have the last 100 seconds of my life. This period of time may not be long, but it has different meanings for a person who is about to die.

He had a movie like memory of his little life, and suddenly found that his simple life could not be simpler. There was no bright spot worth remembering. At best, he only had the memory of learning and childhood. Perhaps this was his poor and short life. Except for two months at most, he could hardly find a place to boast.

Compared with the hardships of my parents, I have not embarked on society and started my own life. The world is very big and wonderful. Those are the world in books, but I don't really know much.

The relatives in the dream are so far away. The death of his parents made him really exposed to the hardships of life. Since then, he has never really smiled again. The unchanging mountain village life and boring study career, perhaps only a bowl of longevity noodles and two eggs cooked by his mother in his dream can give him a trace of comfort in his dusty heart.

In his memory, the shadow of his parents is so vague. Since he can remember, they have been working hard and busy for this family. As a left behind child, his life of gathering less and dispersing more has made him understand the hardships of life early. Looking at his middle-aged bent father and his wrinkled mother, his two cracked, red and swollen hands made him bite his teeth and spend countless lonely and helpless nights. When he woke up, he could no longer shed tears on his cheeks.

Perhaps only continuous learning can make him temporarily forget the hard life. A few happy hours are firmly printed in the depths of his mind. He is not afraid of hardship, cold and white eyes. He is afraid of the sigh on his parents' face, the tears on his mother's face and the teacher's saying that he is worthless.

He told himself silently in his heart that he must study hard, let his parents live a carefree life when they grow up, and see the smiling faces on their parents' faces every day.

Falling off the cliff, he knew he would die. He was afraid to see his parents and didn't know what to say to them. He worked hard, fought hard, and cried secretly. These are not what his parents want to hear. He can't tell his parents that all the people in the mountain village are dead, and he can't tell his parents that he hasn't been admitted to college after the outbreak of the virus. He has nothing to make his parents proud of. He hesitated!

The mountain wind blew from the valley, and the dense fog in the valley was white, with a trace of moisture hitting his face. Finally, he took a look at the towering mountains, lush woods, gurgling water splashing down from the hillside, forming a colorful rainbow in the direct sunlight, hanging in the valley, like an overpass between the two peaks.

He closed his eyes. The fierce mountain wind blew his black hair. He hadn't had a haircut for a long time. In the end, he couldn't even save his life. Who had the mind to take care of his hair. Half a foot long black hair danced with the wind, and the mountain wind kept beating his falling body. He kept rolling in the air, but he couldn't see anything around.

Suddenly, a purple light suddenly spread rapidly from the fog, and a huge grid composed of filamentous purple thin lines covered the whole valley. When he was still wondering, he fell into the purple grid. The grid composed of purple thin lines had no blocking effect. He fell into the water like a stone falling from the air. He was falling rapidly, and the purple network lines also fell together to form a downward cone.

He felt that his body seemed to be stretched by some force, becoming more and more slender, and his body was constantly compressed and rolled, just like being rolled into a slender line. The body is lengthening and the cells are being stretched until you see that the lower body has become a thin line, and the upper body is also changing, just like a thin line peeling from the body into an incomparably slender thin line. The purple thin thread wound around him as if it were integrated with the cells in his body. It expanded, contracted and squeezed violently, and then burst and expanded again. I don't know how many times it went back and forth. This may be a moment, but he felt that he was suffering in the roller.

This scene is like a person falling into a black hole. The gravity of the two parts of the body is hundreds of times different. Under the action of great attraction, the body is stretched and stretched until it becomes a static thin line and stays at the edge of the black hole forever.

Lu Ziming has no chance to feel the black hole. According to popular science, when a person falls into a black hole, you are dead and still alive.

There is no black hole on the earth, otherwise the earth would have been swallowed up by the black hole. No matter how much truth he doesn't understand, it's not the category he can understand.

But he felt like he was slowly falling into a huge purple black hole. While time stretched his body, a series of strange feelings came out of his mind. Time seemed to stop, and the falling speed also stopped. While his body was stretched into thin lines, his thinking did not change. He can clearly see that he is in the deep center of a downward cone. The pain is transmitted from every cell in the body to the brain. It is a kind of pain that is rolled into powder and pulled away.

The huge pain in his mind, mixed with a lot of strange information, made him less than think, he was smashed by a huge impact, his thinking gradually blurred, his body and consciousness were separated, and his eyes became blurred, "are you really going to die, or the illusion of his death!"