"I really can't tell...I really can't tell...I really can't tell."

Li Huowang knelt in the yard of the kindergarten, hugging the little girl tightly, murmuring to himself with extreme confusion in his eyes.

Is it reality or fantasy, real or fake? Li Huowang couldn't tell the difference for a while.

When the meditation master said that any heart is full of confusion, Li Huowang once refuted it.

But when he saw Sun Xiaoqin kneeling towards him across the fence, he understood the true meaning of the words of the meditation master.

The heart is the heart, no matter which side they choose as reality, they are always wrapped in confusion.

This is the fate of Xinsu, and no one can escape it.

At this moment, a small hand stretched out from Li Huowang's arms holding a small handkerchief.

Gently wiped the tears from his face.

Li Huowang looked down tremblingly, and saw the little girl's cute little face, she was wiping her tears with great concentration.

"Uncle, don't cry."

Looking at her cute face, Li Huowang instantly reflected on the past, this little girl might be a living person.

When he thought that he was just so short of killing such a kind little girl, Li Huowang suddenly filled with fear.

"What if she is pretending to be the eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month? Kill her!"

As soon as this thought came out of his mind, Li Huowang suddenly felt extremely disgusted with himself.

"Shut up! Shut up!! Have you ever thought that this child might be a living person! Is your life really more important than her? She is at least a normal person! What about you? Li Huowang! You are a lunatic!! Useless The madman! What qualifications do you have to trade her life for!!"

Li Huowang held the glass in his hand and creaked, even if the edge of the glass had been pierced into a **** mess, he would not let go.

His roar startled the people around, and they all took a few steps back.

At this time, Li Huowang seemed to have two villains fighting in his mind. The hallucinations, the real torture, his heart was extremely painful, and all these pressures made him unable to breathe.

Li Huowang even thought of death for a while. As long as he died, he would never be tortured again.

A lunatic like me has no need to live at all. As long as I die, it will benefit everyone, and my mother will not be burdened. It is impossible for Dan Yangzi to use his own body to resurrect.

"Put your guns away, young man, can I talk to you?" Another voice came from outside the kindergarten.

The speaker was a potbellied middle-aged man in plain clothes with a loudspeaker. Li Huowang didn't know his identity, but from the fact that the policemen actually hung their pistols down, he guessed that this man's identity was not low.

Just as Li Huowang's eyes moved over, he slowly raised his right hand with the trumpet in his left hand, "That, young man, look, as the saying goes—"

Just as he was halfway through his words, the middle-aged man's raised right index finger bent inexplicably.

"Whoosh~!" A high-speed rotating sniper bullet shot out of the barrel from a hidden window in the distance, and flew straight towards Li Huowang's brain stem.

At this moment, a very special feeling enveloped Li Huowang's whole body, he suddenly tense and turned his head subconsciously.

With the sound of "Touch!" Li Huowang's body trembled violently, his head was raised heavily, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

"Son!!" Sun Xiaoqin's miserable voice spread far away.

The back of his head slammed into the ground, causing Li Huowang's head to hum, and a golden star in front of him.

"Am I going to die? If I'm already dead, why can I still think??"

At this moment, everything that was bright all around quickly dimmed, and the crowd of buildings around, everything turned into dim and weird-looking bamboo.

At this moment, Li Huowang felt a burning pain on his face, and he looked like he was getting lucky.

But Li Huowang had no time to pay attention to these, because he felt that familiar voice, the eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month was still there, and it was watching him in the bamboo forest at the moment.

He looked around and found that it was all bamboo. He was surrounded by bamboo, and his lower body was plunged into a muddy pool of rotten bamboo leaves.

"Li Huowang~! Li Huowang!!" From time to time in the bamboo forest, there were shouts of various people, including Lingmiao, Danyangzi, and even Li Zhi.

Li Huowang always thought that here, the other brothers and sisters followed his instructions and attacked the eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month.

However, it now seems that it is not the same thing at all, the situation is exactly the opposite, I do not know why I was singled out.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the forest. "Old bone, as the saying goes, seventy-three-eighty-four, the King of Hell doesn't tell him to go, you're eighty-four this year, why haven't you gone?"

This old neighbor's voice constantly echoed in the bamboo forest, and became stronger and stronger, and began to gradually occupy Li Huowang's mind, trying to change his cognition to the dying old man again.

And the sound of rustling and soothing began to be heard in the bamboo forest. Li Huowang saw the little girl that night, and also saw the kitchen master in her mouth.

The 18th day of the twelfth lunar month is not alone, it even has helpers.

At this time, Li Huowang had not recovered from what had just happened. His heart was aching like a heartbreak, but in the face of the immediate crisis, he had a smile on his face.

"You know? It looks like you've won, but you shouldn't, you shouldn't have killed me just now, you know, my heart is really hurting right now."

Li Huowang hooked his neck with a twisted expression, put one hand in his heart and clenched it tightly, gnashing his teeth and shouting loudly.

"It hurts so much that I even want to die!!"

After speaking, Li Huowang pulled the red bamboo slips behind him~www.wuxiamtl.com~ When the bamboo slips unfolded, Li Huowang felt the extreme pain in his heart at the moment.

And this emotion resonated with this bamboo slip, and the inner pain that had just been weakened by the return began to gradually strengthen.

Immediately afterwards, the red bamboo slips underwent a wonderful change. It began to take root, and those roots drilled from the bamboo leaves below, dyeing everything blood red.

Gradually, Li Huowang's emotions gradually collapsed, and the pain in his heart has returned to its peak.

However, this is not enough, the root must sprout, the pain in the heart is enough, and now there is still the pain in the body.

Li Huowang collapsed and howled as he touched the torture tool at the hem with both hands.

He lifted the small dagger tremblingly, inserted it into his abdomen, and pulled it to the left tremblingly, exposing the blood-colored intestines to the air.

On the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month, they obviously wanted to stop it, but it was too late now.

Li Huowang held the two long cones with barbs in both hands, and inserted them into his abdomen with a half-crying, half-smile expression.

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