Just a moment later, I returned to the tree hole that still had residual heat.

Luo slowly opened his eyes, and when he realized that his situation was extremely bad, he became terriblely calm.

He looked at the fire that was about to burn out, raised his hand gently, took off a few pieces of wood from the tree wall, removed the moisture and threw it into the fire.

After that, it did not help the fire burn, but just watched the flames gradually grow and produce temperatures that hit the face, causing a fire to appear on your eyes.

This is the fourth time, and in the third time, it should be said to be a showdown.

If you want to get out, you have to find out that "it" and then penetrate the root cause.

How to find it is a problem, and one thing to note is whether “it” has the ability to kill itself, and whether it is the fish on the chopping board, so it doesn’t even have the chance to struggle?

If so, then any action you will do to escape will be in vain.

As the saying goes, I would rather believe in existence than not, and at this moment, Luo could only believe in existence without any.

The "it" has taken off its mask and cannot continue to play happily. If the first three scenes are just to satisfy spiritual enjoyment, then there shouldn't be a fourth time.

In other words, that "it" may be because of some reason, and you need to wander endlessly to get something.

On the bright side, it means that "it" cannot directly take its own life.

"Stay for a week, just in the tree hole."

Luo suddenly looked at Bisji and said without a head or end.

Bisji happened to wake up at this time and was stunned when he heard Luo's words.

"Give him a week of recovery time. Before that, I will stay in the tree hole. If a week passes and he still can't leave, then abandon it."

Luo used his thumb to face Dongba who was sleeping on the ground, and did not call him by his name, but instead adopted "him".

At this time, if it was the real Bisji, how would he react?

"A week, about the same."

Bisji's reaction was very plain. She glanced at Dongba, feeling pity.

Luo Jingjing observed Bisji's words and deeds, and suddenly moved back a distance, so that his face could be as far as possible to escape from the range of the fire and buried in the shadows.

Of course, there would be such an idea, that all the words and deeds of Bisji and Heimao come from their own cognition, just like scripts written in the depths of their subconscious mind, using a trend that they think is natural to decide what they should say and do next.

"Bisiji will be crazy about his muscles."

Luo Ze used a subjective attitude to persuade himself in a hypnotic way, wanting to see if Bisji would suddenly abandon the image of the little loli and then become a person who loves his original figure.

He thought so, then stared at Bisji.

The expected change did not happen, but instead the malicious look made Bisji salute with a strange look.

Even if it is illusory, Luo doesn't want to be regarded as a pervert by Bisji, so he keeps his eyes closed at the right time.

He thought to himself that "it" really didn't know how to cooperate at all, and it might be that it was not as lethal as Sijina's bodybuilding figure, so that the "it" thought there was no need to expose it again.

Or, for all the time to come, that "it" will not appear in an exposing way.

Thinking of this, Luo stretched out his hand and gently stroked Bruna's head lying beside him. If possible, you will be able to fall asleep every minute and every second afterwards.

I know clearly that it is illusory now, but there is a hint of indescribable randomness. Of course, I will also worry about my current situation in the real situation and Bisji and others.

If you take things as you like, you can't convince yourself at all.

But, nothing can be done except waiting for the next changes.

At this time, the black cat came over, and Luo and Bisji were awake, so there was no need for him to continue to be alert by the tree hole.

"You don't really want to stay here for a week, do you? Otherwise, let's go out for a walk and see if you can find the vegetables and fruits you need."

The black cat looked expectant, and he was still thinking about the turkey, for fear that it would last too long, which would affect the original flavor.

"Don't go." Luo Wuqing refused.

The black cat opened his silver eyes wide and said, "Didn't you often say that you should grasp the freshness of every rare ingredient? If you keep it for a long time, no matter how good the ingredients are, the flavor will be lost!"

"Is there any?" Luo said lightly.

The black cat looked at Luo in disbelief.

Then, Luo stayed in the tree hole all day until late at night, when the shadow reflected under the fire suddenly turned around and dragged him into the darkness.

This time, I really have the feeling of death.

Three times before, the body turned into countless granulations and bleeded, the other was weathered into sand in sound waves, and the other was swallowed directly, and the whole process was painless until the end.

Until the fourth time I was dragged into the darkness by the shadow, I experienced a suffocation process.

The "it" hidden behind the scenes begins to show its knife.

After that, once a day.

The fifth time, a few strands of a thumbnail-sized flames popped out from the burning fire, piercing through the chest and injecting into the heart, allowing Luo to experience what pain is like.

The sixth time, countless small insects drilled out of the tree wall, biting Luo's back directly, and even letting go of the bones, gnawing them all.

The seventh time, several pairs of black hands squeezed Luo's eyes, and then they pressed their body into a flattening shape like a million tons of hydraulics.

The eighth time, several sarcoma appeared in Luo's abdomen, and then exploded and turned into extremely corrosive acid, which instantly turned into paralyzed pus.

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Using various exaggerated methods, Luo can experience deaths again and again, trying to crush Luo's nerves.

However, the more this happens, Luo becomes more calmer. Although he has to bear some real physical pain, this gradually shows that the "it" may really have no means to kill him.

Until the fifteenth time, the "it" perhaps realized this, so in Luo's death scene alone, it added the "interactive" factor.

On this day, the sound of wind and rain that lasted more than a dozen times disappeared the moment Luo opened his eyes.

Listen with your ears, everything is quiet, and even the slight crackling of the fire is gone.

This change made Luo not very accustomed to it. He had been observing it during so many deaths, but he had not found anything.

In the tree hole, Bisji and the others were sleeping, and the black cat was not alert at the entrance of the tree hole, but was reflected on the back of Luo's hand. This was the second change.

Suddenly, two ringtones came from the quiet outside, one was quick and the other was slow, without any cooperation.

The rapid ringtone seemed to be urging the soul.

The slow ringtone seemed to be summoning souls.

Luo frowned and looked at the entrance of the tree hole, but saw the bark being torn apart like a paper window. In front of him, there was an exact tree in the center of his sight. At the same height, there was also a tree hole.

However, a bitail snake covered with strange patterns was winding out, and a walnut-sized sarcoma hung at the end of its tail, which kept ringing when it swayed.
Chapter completed!