Before everything goes out

Blood flow returns, and the severed limb regenerates.

Amidst a pool of blood, Li Fei suddenly opened his eyes.

It was still night, and the same collapsed courtyard of Lin Wen's house.

The only difference was that he was now lying on the ground in an extremely contorted position.

"I...I'm not dead?"

After a brief moment of consciousness, he struggled to get up from the bloodstains.

Kneel on the ground, take a deep breath, and force the air back into your lungs.

No choking on blood, no pain, no excruciating agony that made life worse than death...

At this moment, his breathing was as smooth as a baby's.

"Not only did he survive, but he also fully recovered from his injuries?"

Kneeling on the ground, Li Fei looked at his hands in disbelief.

The hands that had been shredded earlier were now standing perfectly intact before my eyes, the fingers trembling slightly and covered in warm blood.

"I'm really not dead."

Overwhelmed with indescribable shock, Li Fei moved his fingers, picked up a handful of blood-stained yellow earth from the ground, held it in his palm, and gently clenched it.

The moist, vibrant touch confirmed to him that he had truly come back to life.

"is that so…"

"The more a corrupt person fears something, the more likely they are to get it."

"The more I want to die, the less I can die."

What flashed before Li Fei's eyes was that strange man without a face.

Without a doubt, this person was the key to his resurrection.

He didn't know exactly who it was.

All he knows right now is that the previous events are not over.

"distortion".

"The distortion has not yet ceased."

A few seconds after he was brought back to life, before he could recover from the shock, the invisible distortion climbed onto his shoulders once more.

Or rather, this thing never really disappeared.

The excruciating pain spread once again.

From the soles of the feet to the thighs, from the lower abdomen to the chest, and then to the top of the head.

In this incomprehensible yet unstoppable twist, he was shattered once again...

It was reborn once again.

Then, faint voices came from nearby; it was Niu San and She Qingqing.

The two were speaking in a flustered tone, but he couldn't hear what they were saying.

Pain surged forth like a tidal wave, repeatedly pushing his newly restored sanity to the brink of collapse.

What's strange is that...

Whenever he was on the verge of a breakdown, that shameless man's shrill voice would ring in his ears...

It briefly brought him to his senses, only to cause him to sink even faster.

To die and be reborn, to be reborn and die again.

Once, ten times, a hundred times.

In this despairing cycle, Li Fei gradually lost his sense of time.

In a trance.

He could vaguely see the flashlight beam swaying from side to side, and something moving away and then closer.

The sunlight faded, and the fire ignited.

This was repeated many times.

at last.

He wasn't sure whether it would be two or three days, or longer.

Perhaps the twisting power had finally been exhausted, or perhaps the shameless man had finally grown tired of this tedious torture...

The twisting stopped.

When he regained consciousness, it was already daytime.

I could feel the light shining on my face, but I couldn't open my eyelids; they felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Upon touching it, I discovered that it had been covered with congealed blood at some point.

With difficulty, Li Fei raised his hand and rubbed away the bloodstains. He opened his eyes and found himself lying flat on the ground.

The sunlight streamed down from above, dazzling but not very warm.

"I'm alive again..."

Li Fei stared at the sun until his eyes stung before getting up from the ground.

Unfortunately.

Although this was not the outcome he wanted, he finally came back to life.

He got up from the ground and looked around.

It was still the ruins of Shuanghe Village, except that Niu San and She Qingqing were no longer there.

Left side.

There was a bonfire that had already gone out, and further away from the bonfire was a collapsed bungalow.

The rubble inside was cleared away, and after a simple arrangement, two broken beds were placed there.

"The two of them have been staying here watching over me for the past few days..."

Li Fei withdrew his gaze and looked to the other side.

On the right.

Where he is standing now, there is a clear trail of blood leading to Lin Wen's small courtyard not far away.

If I'm not mistaken, in these past few days of constantly dying and coming back to life, he has crawled this far in a state of dazed consciousness.

They followed the bloodstains back and searched through Lin Wen's courtyard.

He found the rifle that had been twisted into a pretzel and threw it away.

I found the crumpled, tattered nylon uniform and threw it away.

I found the broken and unusable bracelet and threw it away.

At last.

In a corner of the courtyard, Li Fei found Lin Wen's head.

I picked it up and held it in my arms, gently wiping away the dust.

There was no decay, no pain.

Lin Wen gently closed her eyes, her expression calm as if she had just fallen asleep.

He pulled her closer and pressed his face against hers.

Their foreheads touched gently, and in a daze, he even felt Lin Wen's even breathing again, just like that morning in bed.

"I will find a way to save your life."

Li Fei's calm gaze gradually hardened.

Having personally experienced death and resurrection, his view of the world was once again turned upside down.

The eerie danger is real, and so are the wondrous creatures.

If even he can be resurrected, then Lin Wen certainly can too.

later.

He needs to find a way back while simultaneously searching for a way to revive Lin Wen.

Just as Lin Wen said, this is an opportunity given to him by God. Since the situation in Shuanghe Village cannot be changed, what he needs to do now is to atone for all of this.

"Woof!"

The barking of a dog behind him interrupted Li Fei's thoughts.

Turn around.

Ertong emerged from behind a low wall, a piece of cured meat dangling from his mouth, and stared at him warily.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now."

As Li Fei spoke, he turned around once, indicating that the distortion had completely stopped.

He wasn't sure if the dog could understand him.

After a brief standoff, Ertong wagged its tail and turned to run out of the village.

"I guess they went to call Niu San and the others, but I don't know where they are."

Li Fei thought to himself.

Holding Lin Wen's head, he went to the simply furnished, dilapidated house.

The lack of a roof made things convenient, and he used the sunlight to search inside.

Aside from the iron pot set up and the food piled in the corner, there were also two large bags in the corner of the room.

In one pocket were bags of collected herbs and sniper rifle magazines.

This probably belongs to She Qingqing.

Inside the other bag were packets of cured meat and a large axe clipped to the outside of the pocket.

He clearly belongs to the third rank of Niu San.

Fortunately, it didn't take too much effort for Li Fei to find a new nylon bag under a pile of rubble.

After emptying out all the junk inside and patting off the dust, he carefully placed Lin Wen's head inside.