pain

it hurts

The whole body hurts very much.

The crimson blood invaded the whole body, and the skin of the crazy sword Lu Chengfeng cracked, revealing the flesh and blood under the skin. Then the extremely corrosive blood river magic attack invaded his flesh and blood. After the flesh and blood erosion, it was Lu Chengfeng's proud body...

These wild bones emitted a burst of sword sounds in the surging blood river, and then turned into 206 white bone flying swords. The sword rained like a waterfall, stabbing directly at the blood talisman real person hidden in the blood river.

The Blood Talisman never expected that Lu Chengfeng, who was in a state of mortality, had such counterattack methods. Facing the white bone flying sword that was like rain and waterfall, he could only use the shadowless blood escape technique to shuttle and escape through the blood river, but he could never escape the tracking and locking of the white bone flying sword.

There are 206 bones in humans, and the crazy sword Lu Chengfeng has 206 white bone flying swords. He uses his soul to control the sword magic power to divide the blood talisman sword in the middle stage of the Golden Pill.

One blow before death will die together.

This is the last scene before the Crazy Sword Lu Chengfeng died...

I am the crazy sword Lu Chengfeng.

I am using the late stage of foundation building to kill Lu Chengfeng, the crazy sword who is the magic giant in the middle stage of the elixir.

But I should be dead.

Could it be...

Did I travel through time again?

Huh!?

Strange, why do I say "again".

Yes, including this time, it should be my second time travel.

The crazy sword Lu Chengfeng was originally named Lu Haikong before traveling through time. He was born in a small county town under Yukang City, China.

Like all the protagonists of fairy tale novels, they were ordinary and even cowardly in their previous life. After traveling through time, they were all kinds of despicable things...

But I never expected that I, who was so despicable, would die. Although I died together, I was the protagonist.

Will the protagonist die?

joke!

In any novel, the protagonist is immortal, and if he dies, he is also a fake death.

Hey!...

The Crazy Sword Lu Chengfeng made a new discovery again. He found that he was currently in a floating soul state. The endless pain in his body just now was actually the memory imprinted in the depths of his soul when he died in the fairy tale world.

Have you directly traveled to the soul this time?

Could it be that in this life, I want to practice the ghost path and become a generation of ghost cultivators?

However, ghost practice techniques belong to the heretics, and it is difficult to achieve great ways. There are many smooth roads on the road of immortality. I should still have a magic body to practice the inner alchemy path.

There seems to be a magic body in this room.

This is a closed plain white room. There is a small bed in the room. There are various machines next to the small bed. There is a display screen on it. There is only a white line on the display screen, without any slight turbulence.

On the small bed, there was only a male body with various instruments inserted.

This is a corpse.

This is a corpse that has a lot to do with me.

Well...yes!?

This is the shell of my body when I was on Earth.

At that time, my name was Lu, Hai and Air.

It turns out that I...returned to my soul.

Could this one and a half years of cultivation in immortals be a dream of Nan Ke?

...

A creaking sound.

Subai's door was pushed open, and a white coat led two nurses, an old woman in her fifties and a little girl in her pink and jade, entered the closed Subai room.

This is a young white coat with metal glasses. He walked into the room with a heavy face, punched the monitor hard, and said with grief and anger: "I'm sorry! We have tried our best, and we are really powerless to turn things around."

"Doctor Yang... can't you rescue me again?"

"Hey!...It's impossible. Old man, please feel sorry for me." Dr. Yang put his hands behind him, looking lonely.

For a moment, a needle fell in the room could be heard.

Seeing that the patient's family was in a stable mood, Dr. Yang pressed his gold-rimmed glasses, reached out to take the notice from the nurse beside him, and said to the old woman with a deep pain: "Patient's family, now our hospital officially informs you that the patient is Lu, Hai and Air, male, 30 years old, has become a vegetable due to brain damage caused by a car accident three years ago. In the past three years, our hospital has provided comprehensive rehabilitation care for him, but unfortunately, the patient's self-respiratory stops and his brainstem reflex disappeared. The monitor shows that the patient has been brain dead. In view of this, our hospital officially announced that the patient's treatment was ineffective due to the disease and died."

die!

Death is declared!

Dr. Yang, wearing glasses, stylized the death of the patient on land, sea and air.

If a patient dies ineffective rescue, the hospital must follow the notification procedures. This is mainly to avoid the patient's family from grasping the handle of the hospital procedures and plaguing the idle people in society to cause medical disputes.

After hearing the attending doctor's official announcement that his son had died in Land, Hai and Air, the old woman, who had a little expectation, was as if she was hit hard.

At this moment, her eyes were dull and a little hollow, as if she could not see all the light ahead, and she was full of boundless despair.

The old woman grabbed the little girl's shoulder with her hands tightly, exerting a little force. This little girl was her granddaughter and her hope for the rest of her life.

Maybe his palms were a little hard, which made the little girl hum in pain.

The little girl was very young, about three or four years old. She completely felt the solemn atmosphere at this moment, so she was very sensible and did not cry, but just hummed.

This slight hum made the old woman wake up from her lost state.

After waking up, tears gushed like a spring, silently choking.

Sorrowful, sad and distraught.

A white-haired man gives a black-haired man.

The only male labor force in the family, who was in a car accident, was lying on the bed for three years. He hoped that he would wake up again and again. After dreaming of midnight, he would turn over and sit up from the bed, and call himself with a smile: Mom!

But the hope eventually turned into despair.

The son died after all!

He is dead!

Why!……

A long sigh cannot be filled with the sorrow of life.

Two lines of clear tears cannot shed all the pain of life.

This is the heartbroken and heartbreaking.

fine!

Fortunately, I have a granddaughter and the meaning of living.

After a long time.

The old woman raised her head, her face full of sadness and strength.

The dead are gone, and the living are gone.

The old woman did not cry and rob the world, nor did she blame others. She accepted all this silently and strongly.

"call……"

Dr. Yang breathed a sigh of relief. The patient's family was stronger than he expected. He did not cry, did not make a fuss, was sad and speechless, and was choking. This was the best result.

"Ms. Yang, I wonder if you agree to the donation of your son, Mr. Lu Haikong?" Although it is not appropriate to ask about the donation of the body now, Dr. Yang decided to make a quick decision.

The old woman ignored Dr. Yang, who had a slightly anxious expression, wiped the tears from her cheeks, squatted down and held the little girl with both hands and said, "Xing'er, your father will never wake up. Look at him, look at him for the last time. I hope you will still remember that you have such a father when you grow up and get married."

...

Brush brush...

Body donation consent form.

The old woman signed the letter in the column of the deceased's family, mother, Chen Youjun.

A nurse delivered the ink, and Ms. Chen Youjun put her fingerprint on the body donation book.

After receiving the voluntary donation book of the body, Dr. Yang looked a little excited. He only heard him say with an excited look: "Ms. Chen Youjun, your son's retina will restore vision to two cataract patients. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys can continue the lives of six patients. Your son did not die in vain. Uh... No, he did not die at all. He just changed his way to continue to live..."

Ignoring Dr. Yang's generous speeches, these psychological comforts are meaningless to a mother who has lost her son.

Chen Youjun pulled his granddaughter away...

Leaving this hospital, leaving this place of separation from life and death.

...

Lu Chengfeng, who was floating in the air, then recalled that the old woman was her mother before she traveled through time.
To be continued...