Lord, I am such a good person.

At this moment, Shi Ran found that he suddenly kicked over the high stool under his feet uncontrollably, and then his body fell instantly.

"Hmm~"

He groaned in relief under the pain, and then his feet began to swing violently.

"Damn it, don't move. The faster you move, the faster you'll die!"

But this body didn't obey orders at all. The hanging weight of the body and the tighter and tighter Bai Ling around his neck made a desperate feeling of powerlessness surge into his heart instantly.

The pain in my neck was excruciating, as if the white silk was deeply embedded between the flesh and blood, and blood overflowed uncontrollably.

Slowly, I began to breathe quickly and my heartbeat quickened.

"It's broken. It's in a state of suffocation."

Just when it became difficult to breathe and his consciousness gradually became blurred, the owner of this body seemed to finally feel scared and didn't want to die, but it was too late.

His limbs were paralyzed and weak, his face was as hideous as a ghost, without any color.

The eyeballs were bulging, looking as if they were about to explode in the next moment.

The tongue in the mouth sticks out uncontrollably, pulling it long and long;

But these reliefs are actually bearable, and the most powerless relief is that during the process of hanging himself, the body has completely lost control, and the filth inside the body gushes out, spraying the gorgeous wing everywhere.

"Sure enough, social death is the most horrific way to die in the world. Fortunately, fortunately, this body is not mine, otherwise everyone would stop living and die together."

At the last second before consciousness disappeared, Relief couldn't help but feel happy.

………

"Hu~hu~"

The scene turned, and relief reappeared on top of the black mud.

He looked back fearfully at the step he had just taken, shook his head with a wry smile in relief, put his hands on his knees and gasped for air, his body shaky.

"Although I have died before, Lord Buddha, I had supernatural powers at that time and knew in my heart that I would not really die, so I have always treated death as a child's play.

But this time it’s completely different. The feeling I just had when I was there was fear, powerlessness, despair, pain..."

There seemed to be various emotions alternating back and forth in his eyes,

"Although the time I traveled through time could be regarded as a real death, my death was so fast. To be honest, I didn't feel it at all. What's more, I didn't see the license plate number of the dump truck clearly. ”

He stood up with difficulty, looked up at the road ahead with relief, and the various emotions in his eyes finally turned into a touch of determination.

"Speaking of which, Lord Buddha, it is rare for me to come to this world. If I am afraid of death just because I am afraid of death, wouldn't it be a joke to those people?

Bah, if people die and birds fall to the sky, don't they just die a few more times? Come on, here is someone who has the ability to make me die happily! "

Taking a big step, Sheng Ran ran headlong into the next illusion.

"[Disaster], [Accident], [War], [Murder], [Injustice]..."

All kinds of wasted deaths, different lives, and the relief that followed seemed to be completely trapped in these various forms of life, the illusion of warmth and coldness in the world.

Black Brick, who was originally struggling to break free, began to become quiet at some point, and the big mouth on Brick's surface had long since disappeared.

The black bricks just rose and fell silently on the mud, allowing it to be eroded a little bit.

………

"Big Tou, Big Tou, Gang, what happened to us just now? Hey, Big Tou, why are you lying in the mud? Get up quickly."

As Sheng Ran approached the black brick step by step, the big-headed ghost and the little hanging-boot ghost who seemed to be immersed in the illusion finally woke up.

After looking down and seeing the mud tightly wrapped around his limbs, the big-headed ghost subconsciously wanted to get up.

But at this time, the mud seemed to have a consciousness of its own and rushed towards the big-headed ghost very quickly.

"Spare your life, spare your life, the big head won't move, the big head won't move."

Terrified, the big-headed ghost fell to the ground again, even lower than before, burying his entire big head in the mud.

"Gurgling~"

The surging mud seemed to be confused by the big-headed ghost, neither moving nor moving. Of course, if Shiran could pay attention here at this moment, he would definitely find that Big-headed's cowardly combos seemed inexplicably familiar.

"Da Tou Da Tou, you are so powerful. How do you know that giving up will help?"

Seeing that Mudberry didn't continue to move, the little hanging boots ghost's face was filled with admiration.

"Shh, kid, stop talking, because Big Head has seen the monk."

"Huh? Monk? Who?"

Carefully sticking his head out to take a look at the mud, the hanging-boot ghost slowly crawled out from the big-headed ghost's ear and looked up curiously.

"Eh? That's Monk Shiran? How come he's like this? And he's here too? Why isn't he moving? No, Big Tou. Look, the monk seems to be moving again."

"Ah? Really? Let's take a look, too!"

The curiosity in his body may of course be due to his innate sense of mission as a disciple of the [Diting Sect]. At this moment, Datou finally defeated his fear of the mud and suddenly raised his head from it.

"Hiss~"

"He, the monk is alienated?"

………

"Amitabha~"

It is completely different from all the previous Buddha chants. Although it is just a whisper, it seems that dozens or hundreds of people are speaking at the same time.

Relief looked like a gaunt tree, standing blankly in front of the black bricks, his whole person looked as if he was an empty shell.

As the big-headed ghost screamed, various changes began to appear in Sheng Ran's body.

Sometimes he becomes a boy, sometimes he becomes a girl, sometimes he becomes old, sometimes he becomes young,

In just the blink of an eye, dozens or hundreds of completely different looks alternated on Shiran's body.

Men, women, old and young, rich, poor and humble.

"It's bad. The monk has experienced too much in that illusion. His mind is completely lost and he doesn't recognize himself at all."

As the Qi in Shiran's body began to tremble violently, various wailing faces appeared under the withered skin.

"Ah~"

"Yeah~"

"..."

These people's faces were filled with impatience when roaring, and they were full of madness as they struggled to move outward.

"It's over, it's over, the monk is about to become a [monk who died in vain] with a hundred ghosts. It's all over now."

"Big head, big head, what is the monk who was killed in vain by hundreds of ghosts?"

"Okay, don't pay attention to this at this time. This is just a random name given by the big head. Come on, let's go over there and see if we can wake up the monk. If not, let's run away!"

Seeing those human faces about to break out of their bodies, the big-headed ghost stood up in a hurry, and then he was about to use the [Cross Fellatio] technique.

But the next moment a voice sounded,

In an instant, the whole space seemed to be in a pure land of Buddha.

"All appearances are false. If you see all appearances that are not true, you will see the Tathagata!"