Chapter 223 42, Death Number

The first death.

What does death look like? Lu Mingfei has always imagined what it would be like when death actually comes. Occasionally, he would doze off on his desk and imagine a mourning song for 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's nothing to be afraid of anymore."

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

Now, Lu Mingfei truly saw death and felt what it was like to die in his fantasy.

The sword that Lu Mingfei was holding in his hand was grabbed by these zombies, pierced straight through the short-sleeved shirt he was wearing, then cut through his thin skin and penetrated into his intestines.

The scarlet blood gushed out like a fountain. After the iron sword was drawn out, the spurting blood covered the entire body of the zombie.

Lu Mingfei's mind felt heavy and numb, with only the occasional sharp pain reminding him.

You are dying and there is no hope.

“Ahhhhh!!” Lu Mingfei roared, his eyes red, and punched hard at the zombie in front of him, while raising his big foot to kick the opponent.

Claws, fists, legs... At this moment, Lu Mingfei was like a gangster fighting, not caring about the pain in his body at all, and fighting desperately.

The miracle did not happen.

The zombie gripped the iron sword tightly, completely ignoring Lu Mingfei's harassment, and stabbed it into Lu Mingfei's chest, cutting a huge gash.

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

When the blood loss reaches a certain level, people will have hallucinations, which is also called terminal lucidity.

This is how Lu Mingfei feels now. He vaguely sees Chen Wenwen, the girl in a white dress fluttering in the wind with a smile on her face, like the sun warming him.

"The first time he died, the unlucky guy lasted for one minute and twenty-seven seconds."

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

Everything that just happened seemed like an illusion. I was not hurt at all. Everything did not exist!
"It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion."

Lu Mingfei repeated himself to comfort himself, trying to deceive himself that it was all an illusion.

The next moment, history rises again.

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

"Well, let's continue."

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

"What on earth are you going to do!"

After feeling death three times in a row, Lu Mingfei became angry and he rarely let out a roar.

"As expected, you vent your emotions only when you are dying. That's right. Don't curse me in your heart. I can hear your voice."

"You actually thought of killing me? No, I didn't. You are such a coward that you don't even dare to think about it. After three consecutive deaths, you still think that you just need to endure it."

"I've thought about it. The first training is not for you to fight. It is impossible for you to clear the eighty-first floor of the dungeon. You need to correct your personality problems."

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

The sky is pure white, with no end in sight. Underfoot, the ground is like a mirror-like water, just like a fantasy.

"here it is……"

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

"In the quiet deep sea, you can't breathe, and the only sound you hear is the sound of flowing water. In the darkness where your five senses are suppressed, 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 voice ended, the mirror lake under Lu Mingfei's feet completely turned into a sea, and he sank rapidly into the deep sea.

“Gu, gu, um, wo…” Before Lu Mingfei could say a word, he had already sunk ten meters.

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

A thousand meters later, Lu Mingfei drowned.

Lu Mingfei, an ordinary high school student, was sinking without any protective measures and had not made any preparations in advance. He had verified through actual experience that the consequence of doing so was to seek death.

"Fourth Death, Continue"

Repeat, Lu Mingfei didn't know what happened.

All he could remember was drowning in the sea water, then standing on the Mirror Lake and repeating the process.

The pain that cannot be expressed in words, after death is no longer death, pain becomes Lu Mingfei's only thought.

The memories in my mind seemed to be constantly worn away, leaving only the endless sea of ​​"darkness" and "depth" that I had seen.

The deep sea embraces everything and gives death.

After the seventeenth death, Lu Mingfei began to resist. He learned the doggy paddle style that he had learned before, trying not to experience the pain of drowning again.

Although it was just a meaningless persistence, there was no land in sight and he could only flap his arms continuously to avoid drowning.

“Brother.” Lu Mingze looked at Lu Mingfei’s doggy paddling. It looked ugly, but it was very effective.

There were seventeen deaths in total. If we count strictly, Lu Mingfei learned to swim after fourteen deaths.

He learned the skill of swimming from death.

“Pain is essential to growth. Growth and cultivation cannot avoid pain. Feel the pain, accept the pain, understand the pain, bear the pain, transcend the pain, and use the pain as a stepping stone to move forward.”

Lu Mingze did not refute. The pain did bring changes to Lu Mingfei.

When failing to learn to swim means death, and the memory of death in his mind is torturing him madly, Lu Mingfei, no matter how many ideas he has, begins to try to change and try to survive!
The desire to survive forces Lu Mingfei to become stronger. He must learn to swim while he is still alive, or he will die!

Flapping and slapping the water, Lu Mingfei gasped and continued to persist.

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

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

"One quarter of my life, Lu Mingze, you must cancel all this!!!"

Unfortunately, no matter how loudly Lu Mingfei shouted, Lu Mingze did not appear. It seemed that his plug-in was not working.

"Brother, this is the path to becoming stronger, I can't interfere." Lu Mingze looked at Lu Mingfei's struggling and persistence, muttering softly.

"You ran away. That's wrong. It's just seventeen deaths, but you chose to run away."

"Damn it, what nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you try dying once?" Lu Mingfei roared angrily.

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

Death is an unfamiliar word to Bai Mo.

Playing these characters, replacing oneself, disassembling, replacing, repairing, integrating... replacing them like parts. The death of ordinary people can no longer describe the life form of Baimo.

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

God is immortal and omnipresent.

"…I have died…"

"How many times have you died?"

"…42…"

"You are skipping classes. Swimming is not the right choice."

"You think everything you feel is real, it's all just delusion!"

Lu Mingfei said this in a self-destructive manner. He did not have the character of a so-called bad boy at all. Instead, he had a tendency to develop into a crazy and abnormal person.

"Everything is possible"

(End of this chapter)