Pain is like an endless sea of ​​suffering.

But where is the boat that saves people?

Or, there is no hope of being "substantiated" at all. I can only travel through this endless sea of ​​suffering and save myself.

This pain is like an endless sea of ​​suffering, and I rise and fall in it, even though I can't see the edge, as if I don't know when the pain will end?

But how dare I let myself escape the coma? I can only stay awake, otherwise I will be swallowed up by this boundless sea of ​​suffering.

I don't want to use any word to describe this kind of torment because it cannot be described.

Brother Masahiro's hands were very stable, and he wiped my limbs over and over again with red liquid.

The liquids that were wiped on the body before have begun to squeeze into the soul. I am conquering them and under the 'burn' on them.

Every few minutes, Brother Zhengchuan would always try to call me like this: "Three brothers?"

I would pursed my dry lips and let out a weak "um" to express my soberness.

Sometimes, I feel that Brother Zhengchuan is like the coldest-blooded doctor. He is clearly performing surgery on a patient, but he is still calling on the patient to keep him awake.

Not only that, he was still observing my "absorption". If he had already endured the limit in some places and no longer absorbed it, he would have very calmly cut a wound in that place.

I want to laugh because when I was in pain and anger, I really wanted to yell: "Tang Zhengchuan, do you want to try to scratch the wound that you already feel like it is almost a pile of 'rotten meat', and then sprinkle a handful of salt to blend into your blood? It's really 'good'!"

Unfortunately, I have to talk hard. The "yes" every few minutes is my limit, let alone a complete sentence.

Moreover, my anger only comes from the teasing of pain, not against Brother Masakawa.

He was just helping me walk forward steadily and calmly.

There is no concept of time in the pain, only endless torment. Just when I thought the pain could never end again, the pot of liquid had been used up.

Even if it is used to wipe my body's broken sleeves, I can't squeeze out a drop of excess liquid.

Brother Zhengchuan put the sleeve aside and called me again. After I woke up again, the can of the pot was left with one-third of the blood of the big fairy.

"Be careful, drink it completely soberly." Brother Zhengchuan looked at me and said word by word: "I say this to remind you not to waste a drop, and it will be very painful. Regardless of whether the body is broken or not, if the soul can support it, you can support it."

Brother Zhengchuan is generous to me.

I responded with difficulty, and Brother Zhengchuan held the jar to my mouth. I opened my mouth and the first mouthful of blood from the monster was poured into my mouth. After all, it was still blood. With such a strong smell of blood, it slid across my tongue, flowed into my throat, and exploded into my stomach.

"Cough..." I almost vomited.

The unacceptable taste and the unbearable pain are like swallowing a burning knife.

The blade cut across anywhere it passed, and the flames burned the wound mercilessly!

Brother Zhengchuan stabilized the jar in time and took it away. Yes, I can't waste a drop.

"Continue." Brother Masahiro sighed. I glanced at him and wanted to say something to joke with him. I relaxed the atmosphere, but I found that maybe I was aphasia in pain.

But I still have to drink it, and I can't waste it.

Another force began to torture me with the force applied to my body. Before, I felt that every blood vessel and every nerve in my life were suffering.

Now, what I feel is "breaking". They are raging in my body, starting from every blood vessel and every nerve in my body, followed by muscles and bones... little by little, breaking little by little.

In the end, these powers were not yet "unrestrained" enough, like a surging river suddenly pouring into my soul.

It turned into a series of illusory knives and began to cut my soul piece by piece.

I numbly swallowed the essence and blood handed to my mouth by Brother Zhengchuan. Each mouthful seemed to be the remaining instinct. Sober? How easy is it? A person cannot maintain his thinking ability under such extreme pain.

But I'm amazing, I still know what I'm doing? What I have to finish!

This is the clear and most persevering will that I can give.

At this time, the herbs finally played a little bit of effect, starting to bring a hint of coolness and a slight numbness that could relieve some pain.

But it's very limited!

At this time, I understood Brother Zhengchuan's words. If it was a bathing method and slowly absorbing it, I would be much better than it would be... But on such a night, it was my choice to complete this thing in a hurry, and I had no way to wait.

The monsters don’t have much essence and blood, because they are essence and blood. How many can even be a big monster have?

In the numbness and pain, I don’t know when I finished drinking that third of my essence and blood? I only know that at the moment after drinking, Brother Zhengchuan began to become extremely nervous.

He could no longer be as calm as before, and the hand holding my arm was extremely hard, but he didn't know that I could only feel his strength and the slippery sweat between my hands, but I couldn't feel the pain of being caught at all, because what was it compared to the pain I was suffering now?

But Brother Zhengchuan would not be nervous for no reason. Just the next second, my pain reached its peak.

If before, it was that power that was cutting my soul and body bit by bit, then now... they are beginning to explode in my soul bit by bit!

I finally couldn't stand like this. I started rolling, started roaring hoarsely, and started to do everything crazy in the hole that I could vent!

Even the stone wall in the cave was left with my finger marks bit by bit, and my fingers were fuzzy because of this.

I seemed to be able to see my own brokenness, blown up by that force little by little...including my soul, I feel like I'm going to be finished.

Only a little bit of soberness is left, telling myself, what am I doing?

It was just this little sober that when this force burst into the depths of my soul, the bud that was located, it awakened the quietly existing bud.

It began to swing slightly, and at that moment, I seemed to see a weak grass breaking out of the ground.

This flower of ten thousand souls is the will of life.

So, it was such a simple picture, but I seemed to see the great life and the persistence of living.

Compared to the ubiquitous power of explosion, this faint power of life is a trickle of stream, so weak, as if it is to be swallowed at any time.

But it always exists, tenacious and tenacious, just like every living and hard-working life nourishing my soul. Wherever it passes, accompanied by my immortal will, it begins to extinguish the bursting flames.

From a tiny trace to a small ball... but those extinguished flames will blend into it, making it stronger and constantly nourishing my soul!

What a long process this is, I can no longer count the time!

I was addicted to it, and I had a sense of struggle that was difficult but full of hope, just like the comfort of seeing a life that was little by little, and a hard-won sense of victory that supported me to continue walking.

Finally, the bursting flames began to extinguish one by one, and finally several pieces were connected together and extinguished in pieces.

The trickle finally turned into a powerful river, and began to completely counterattack these flames...it began to wash away my soul again and again!

Wherever I pass, my soul is filled with vitality and can feel stronger.

It is a repair process... I can even see the hidden wounds left by my soul's wounds, the tiny wounds left by me, were repeatedly washed away by this torrent, and then made up for it, and then began to exude strength again.

I was immersed in it and began to forget the pain.

I watched this force break through the shackles of the soul and integrate into my body... It was another process of struggle, another confrontation in life.

My body also began to recover, and the broken force was integrated into new force and began to grow. I could even feel the appearance, form, and then connect the muscles in my thoughts.

Everything is in the will to persist, and it feels so good to be reborn.

Time really no longer matters at this time. I even seemed to see a passionate thrill of mankind from ancient times to the present, making people want to cry persistence and vitality.

This feeling is very comfortable, and in the end there is almost no pain.

I felt comfortable "hmm" and felt my will become clearer bit by bit. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw Brother Masahiro's worried face.

I felt sticky on my body, as if it was my sweat, accompanied by a strange smell, which was not very pleasant.

"How long has it been?" I subconsciously glanced at the entrance of the cave, but it was still dark.

"There have been a saying in this world that bones and marrow are cut off. It turns out that the essence and blood of the great demon can really do some of this effect! Third brother, you can hold on." Brother Zhengchuan answered the question irrelevantly to me, just lowered his head and muttered to himself.

Is that right? I don’t care much about this, and I am immersed in the previous rebuilding of life tenacity, but I can’t help but ask how long it took?

Because I don’t have the concept of time, I can’t feel time, and I’m afraid that a long time has passed.

But I didn't expect that Brother Zhengchuan suddenly looked up at me, and there was a sadness that could not be dissolved in his eyes.

"Just..." I felt strange. I couldn't help calling him as soon as I opened my mouth. After calling him a word, I felt a sharp tingling pain coming from my dantian, followed by a sore and soft feeling that spread throughout my body.

I subconsciously looked down and saw a strange, transparent, thin needle that looked like it was suddenly pierced into my dantian by Brother Zhengchuan.

"Last brother, I hope my move is not the final purpose of saying goodbye to you completely."
Chapter completed!