Ye Chan

It was the first time Lin Zixi had seen a neurosis, and she couldn't help but feel helpless. She covered her forehead with a bit of frustration, and explained to the other party softly with her good upbringing: "Because you are not dead at all."

Snake essence disease is indeed a snake essence disease, otherwise, how could a living person always feel that he is dead.

Ye Can widened his eyes and raised his voice: "Impossible, Gu Mingming is dead."

"The poison on the dagger was wiped by Gu himself. When Gu came to hell, the wound on his chest was still bleeding." Ye Can said, hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his chest, only touching a piece of smooth skin.

She lowered her head, opened her clothes, and looked at her eyes full of surprise: "This is impossible. Gu Mingming caught herself in the palace. This must be a conspiracy of hell, paralyzing Gu, making Gu think that she is not dead yet."

Yes, it must be so, it must be the test of going to hell.

Lin Zixi felt that she was about to be defeated by her, and she couldn't help but explain: "Unfortunately, this is really not a hell. Although it is not good enough, it is indeed a living world."

"Look at the morning light outside the house, look at me standing in front of you, and touch your heartbeat again. What is hell?"

Ye Can raised his hand when he heard the words and placed it carefully on his chest.

Coming from the fingertips is a firm and powerful beating. It is a symbol of being alive, and the only proof that the living exists in the world.

This is completely different from being silent in the dark before, this is the most beautiful throbbing in life.

Ye Can carefully pressed his heart, frowning. She raised her head, looked at Lin Zixi, and asked as if to confirm something, "You mean, Gu is still alive?"

Lin Zixi nodded and affirmed: "You are still alive."

With a smile on her face, she said in the most gentle tone: "Although you don't know what you have experienced, you will have the idea that you are dead. But at this moment, you are undoubtedly alive. In the world, in the sun, you are alive very well. "

Looking at the smile on her face, Ye Can only felt a mess in her mind.

God is joking with her. People cannot be resurrected from the dead, and the river cannot flow backwards. Isn't this all common sense? Why is there such a thing that subverts her cognition now.

Why is she still alive, and why is she still alive? If this is alive, then what is the place where she had existed before?

Ye Can's tone began to become eager: "You said this is not hell, then where is this place?"

Lin Zixi's eyes were gentle: "I said, this is the world, the real world."

Ye Can thought, if this is true, then what she was once a king. There was a talk in the storybook about resurrecting the soul by borrowing a corpse, but it didn't mention the situation of rebirth in a new world after death.

Ye Can thought this was incredible. She opened the quilt, tore off the needle, jumped out of bed and ran to the window.

Lin Zixi was stunned by her series of actions. Lin Zixi hurried to catch up and saw Ye Can push open the half-closed window. He looked down and asked nervously, "What are you going to do?"

Ye Can looked at the mountains-like high-rise buildings in the distance and the rushing lanes in the distance. He looked down at the ground far away from him, and said coldly: "The lonely is going to die."

She must have not died enough to make such a ridiculous thing happen.

Lin Zixi's face changed drastically when she heard this, she hurriedly reached out to pull Ye Can. Ye Can supported the window sill with one hand, turned his head and took a deep look at her, then leaped forward and fell down the tall building.

The sorrowful morning wind blew across his cheeks, Ye Can opened his eyes and let his body fall straight down under the lead of the earth.

Accompanied by a scream, her head was like an egg knocking on a hard rock, cracking with the sound of a touch.

The blood and brain pulp ooze out from under her head like broken egg whites. Ye Can raised his head and looked at the shining sun in the sky, his body pressed against the ground, and once again felt the coldness of the passing of life.

The passing blood took away the temperature, and the only feeling left was endless pain and cold. The line of sight is constantly blurred, and the sun in the sky is gradually eroded by a bit of pitch black with the trance of the eyes.

Around her, some people were screaming, some were running, and all the voices were stretched out by trance thoughts.

An urgent bell rang like a reminder, warning over and over again: "The world is losing connection... The world is losing connection... Forced withdrawal... Forced withdrawal..."

With the sound of this sound, everything in Ye Can's eyes, like a sand castle blown by a strong wind, gradually fell apart.

The truth is passing, everything returns to the illusion. Ye Can rolled his eyes subconsciously and looked at the front entrance of the hospital not far away.

In the disintegrating world, Lin Zixi with black hair and white clothes, as if traveling through time and space, rushed towards her desperately.

Ye Can looked at her vague figure, shaking his fingertips lightly in the intense pain.

Those memories of death gradually became clear as Lin Zixi approached. Ye Can inevitably recalled that gloomy late spring in March.

She was wearing thin clothes, lying on her back on the cold ground, blood covered her chest like the most beautiful flower.

In the gradually dim vision, a woman in white clothes and black hair came towards her holding a plant of camellia.

The woman put camellia on her chest and pressed her warm body on her body. That seems to be Ye Can's first warmth since he can remember.

Ye Can closed his eyes contentedly, indulging himself to sleep in the dark. All the voices disappeared with the wind, and in the desolate night, only the woman's voice sighed: "Don't meet in the winter night in the next life..."

"It's too cold."

In the darkness, Ye Can murmured these words softly, waking up from the severe pain of death.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the full moon hanging in the night was quietly reflected in her eyes. After a while, she noticed the pain spreading in the back of her head, and slowly sat up, raising her hand to cover the back of her head.

Touching a piece of damp stickiness with his fingertips, Ye Can hissed lightly, moved his hand in front of his eyes, and examined it carefully.

Under the moonlight, the bright red viscous liquid showed the tragic wound on the back of his head. Ye Can thought, given the cruelty of the wound, she was finally dead this time.

Death should be an endless sleep, Ye Can thought.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew from the east. Ye Can turned his head and looked into the darkness.

The thick darkness all around, like the lifeless water of a lake, was blown away by the wind. A strange breath that was different from the dark night made Ye Can frowned.

The subtle air current blew past Ye Can's ears, the world gradually became vivid, and everything came alive.

A young moth flew out of the darkness with flapping wings. It fluttered its wings and rushed towards the bright moon in the sky.

Ye Can seemed to realize something, and stared at the moth that rushed towards the moon. Under the opaque light, her vision gradually faded.

At this moment, an extremely gentle female voice rang in her ears.

It was the **** speaking: "It seems that you still don't know your sins."

Sin? What sin can she have?

Yan Guo was already unbearable long before she became the throne. She is a useless king who has been put on top. Could it be that incompetence is her sin?

The **** denied her thoughts: "No, that's your destiny."

Since it is destiny, why is she guilty? Is it because you abandon your life, so it is sin? But if she does not die, countless people will die because of her.

The **** sighed: "That's your choice."

Neither is this, nor is it, then where is she guilty?

The **** gave instructions: "It's the white tea."

White tea? Ye Can thought of the woman, the woman who died after her death. She pondered for a while, only to find it very funny: "Just because she was lonely?"

"But she loves her to death, so what to do with her loneliness?"

The **** under the moonlight said compassionately: "It seems that you still don't understand. Ye Can, sentenced to infinite hell, one hundred years."

As the voice of the **** fell, the surrounding darkness began to collapse. There seemed to be an invisible giant hand, pushing behind Ye Can, pushing her out of the dense black mist.

Ye Wan staggered a few steps, and as soon as he came out of the darkness, he suddenly felt two bright lights coming from behind him.

She turned her head and saw a behemoth shining brightly leaping towards her.

Ye Can raised his arm subconsciously, but the behemoth rushed towards her body. In an instant, the wind rushed through her body and slammed into the mountain not far away.

With a bang, the behemoth hit the mountain wall and stopped abruptly.

Ye Can looked at his body in shock, then turned to look at the big steel object that hit the mountain wall not far away.

The cold wind blew his face, blowing a strong smell of blood. Ye Can felt a little bit, and walked step by step towards the behemoth on the side of the road.

Before approaching, she heard the woman's crying cry: "Help... Help... Who will help me..."

Through the window, Ye Can saw the forest lying in the behemoth. The fragments of the object cut her face, making her face covered with blood. The deadliest wound was on the neck. A sharp piece of glass pierced her neck, causing blood to gush.

The **** woman lay on her stomach for help, dying.

The violent impact destroyed her exquisite makeup, and blood as her last bright color dotted the cold night.

A heart-wrenching pain surged in Ye Can's chest. She looked at the dying woman through a window, and raised her hand to cover her chest.

Ye Can looked at the blood dripping from the woman's fingertips, her faint cry for help sounded in her ears, and subconsciously reached out to touch the woman's fingertips. But Ye Can's void body passed through the opponent's fingertips, which made Ye Can a panic.

She watched the woman's breathing become lighter and softer, slowly dying in the cold night. Ye Can finally knelt on the ground weakly, covering his heart.

It hurts more than before death, stabbing myself with a knife.

It turns out that this is the punishment she should endure after death, and this is the hell.