Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

First death.

Lu Mingfei has always fantasized about what death will be like when it actually arrives. Occasionally, he would doze off at his desk, imagining the mourning song of death in his mind.

"My name is Deathwing, the Destroyer of Destiny, the terminator of all things, unstoppable and irresistible, I am the Cataclysm."

"There is nothing to be afraid of anymore"

"After this battle, I will go back and get married."

Now, Lu Mingfei really saw death and felt what the death he imagined was.

The sword that Lu Mingfei originally held in his hand was grabbed by these zombies and pierced straight through the short sleeves he wore, then cut through the weak skin and penetrated into the intestines.

The scarlet blood was like a fountain. After the iron sword was pulled out, the splattered blood covered the living corpse's body.

Lu Mingfei's mind was heavy and numb, and only the severe pain that appeared from time to time reminded him.

You are dying and there is no hope.

"Ahhhh!!" Lu Mingfei roared, with red eyes, punching the living corpse in front of him with all his strength, and at the same time raising his big foot to kick him.

Claws, fists, legs... At this time, Lu Mingfei was like a gangster fighting, not caring about the pain on his body at all, and fighting with all his strength.

No miracle occurred.

The living corpse clenched the iron sword and without any regard for Lu Mingfei's harassment, he inserted it into Lu Mingfei's chest and opened a huge gash.

The wound spattered more blood, and the strength in his body gradually drained away with the blood.

Blood loss, when this number reaches a certain level, people will have hallucinations, also known as flashbacks.

Lu Mingfei was like this now. He saw Chen Wenwen in a trance. The girl's white skirt was fluttering in the wind, with a smile on her face, like the sun that warmed him.

"The first death, the unlucky guy lasted for one minute and twenty-seven seconds"

The system sound sounded, and Lu Mingfei quickly put down his iron sword and touched the wound on his body.

Everything just seemed to be an illusion, I was not injured at all, everything did not exist!

"It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion."

Lu Mingfei comforted himself repeatedly, trying to deceive himself that it was all an illusion.

The next moment, history rose again.

"The second time, one minute and three seconds, it seems that because of too much scruples, the final hard fight did not occur."

"Then, let's continue"

Starting again, Lu Mingfei was still inside the iron gate, holding an iron sword in his hand.

"What on earth are you going to do!"

After experiencing death three times in a row, Lu Mingfei became angry and let out a rare roar.

"Sure enough, you vent your emotions only in death. That's right. You don't have to curse me in your heart, I can hear your voice."

"You actually have the idea of ​​killing me. No, you don't. You are so cowardly that you don't even dare to have the idea. After dying three times in a row, you still have the idea of ​​​​muddling along. You just need to endure it."

"I thought about it, the first training is not for you to fight. It is impossible for you to clear the eighty-one-level dungeon. Your personality problem needs to be corrected."

Bai Mo finished his voice, and the next moment Lu Mingfei found himself standing on a mirror lake.

The sky is pure white and endless as far as the eye can see. Underfoot, the water-mirror-like ground is like a fantasy.

"here it is……"

Before Lu Mingfei could guess the result, Bai Mo gave the answer.

"In the quiet deep sea, I couldn't breathe, and there was only the sound of flowing water in my ears. In the darkness that suppresses your five senses, your inspiration will be released. 』

"You can feel every beat of your heart, the blood flowing through your body, every touch of water on your skin, and your inspiration will replace your eyes."

"Of course, you will also feel despair and fear, so become stronger."

When the sound ended, the mirror lake under Lu Mingfei's feet completely turned into a sea, and he quickly sank towards the deep sea.

"Gu, Gu Gu, um, wo..." Before Lu Mingfei could say anything, he had already sunk ten meters.

At this depth, Lu Mingfei saw the light above his head and the darkness beneath his feet, as if he was at the dividing point between light and darkness.

Then, it continues to sink.

After a thousand meters, Lu Mingfei drowned.

Lu Mingfei, an ordinary high school student who sank without any protective measures and without any preparation in advance, verified from the actual situation that the consequences of doing so would be to seek death.

"The fourth death, continue"

Repeat, Lu Mingfei didn't know what happened.

He could only remember drowning in the sea water, and then standing on Mirror Lake, repeating the process.

Unspeakable pain, after death was no longer death, pain became Lu Mingfei's only thought.

The memories in my mind seemed to be constantly worn away, leaving only the "dark" and "deep" endless ocean that I saw.

The deep sea contains everything and dies it.

After the seventeenth death, Lu Mingfei began to resist. He learned the dog-paddle swimming method he had learned before, trying to avoid the pain of drowning.

Although it was just a pointless persistence, there was no land in sight at all, so he could only keep flapping his arms to avoid being drowned.

"Brother." Lu Mingze looked at Lu Mingfei's dog-paddle swimming style. It looked ugly, but it was very effective.

There were a total of seventeen deaths. If calculated strictly, Lu Mingfei learned to swim after fourteen deaths.

He learned the skill of swimming from death.

"Pain is essential for growth. It is impossible to avoid pain in growth and cultivation - feel the pain, accept the pain, understand the pain, bear the pain, transcend the pain, use the pain as a step to go further."

Lu Mingze did not refute. The pain indeed brought changes to Lu Mingfei.

When not being able to learn to swim meant death, and the memory of death in his mind crazily tortured him, Lu Mingfei started to try to change and survive, no matter how many thoughts he had!

The desire to survive forced Lu Mingfei to become stronger and learn to swim while alive, otherwise he would die!

Flapping and slapping the water, Lu Mingfei panted and continued what he called persistence.

"Damn it, Lu Mingze, get the fuck out of here!!!"

The desire to live made Lu Mingfei choose to find the devil Lu Mingze and make a deal.

"A quarter of your life, Lu Mingze, please cancel all this for me!!!"

Unfortunately, no matter how loud Lu Mingfei yelled, Lu Mingze didn't show up. His plug-in seemed to be malfunctioning.

"Brother, this is the road to becoming stronger. I can't interfere." Lu Mingze murmured quietly as he looked at Lu Mingfei's thumping and persistence.

"You escaped. This is wrong. It's just seventeen deaths, but you actually chose to escape."

"Damn it, what sarcastic words are you talking about? Try to die once!" Lu Mingfei roared angrily.

Bai Mo calmly chose to ignore Lu Mingfei's words.

Death is a strange word to Bai Mo.

Play these characters, replace yourself, dismantle, replace, repair, integrate...replace like parts. The death of ordinary people can no longer describe a living thing like Bai Mo.

In the eyes of Lu Mingze and Yinglong, Bai Mo is a god.

God is not dead and is present everywhere.

"...I have died..."

"How many times have you died?"

"...42..."

"You are skipping class, swimming is not the right choice"

"You think everything you fucking feel is real, this is just a delusion!"

Lu Mingfei said in a self-deprecating tone. He didn't have the so-called bad boy's character at all. Instead, he had a crazy and abnormal development tendency.

"Everything is possible"