As the swords pierced through Lu Xin's body and memories, the strange and intense conflict in his body and the hands that were desperately trying to push his skin out suddenly became quiet.
There were countless swords stuck in his body, and blood flowed down the hilt, forming a small river by his feet.
In the river, more black threads grew.
These threads crawled all over his body, sewing his lips and his eyes.
Trapped in the memory cage, he was cut off from the outside world.
His mental power spread out unconsciously and gradually merged with teacher Xiaolu's mental power.
The sounds of frolicking and games that seemed both real and illusory began to expand and become more and more real.
Everyone in satellite city No. 2 of qingang seemed to see a child's figure in the shadows.
They laughed very happily, as if they were under the sun.
However, the more they laughed, the more guilt they felt.
