C70 Blood, turn away

I don't know how to describe the red that feels like I'm in a sea of blood. Except for red or red, there's no other color in my line of sight.

The increasing dizziness in my head made me feel powerless to think about anything else, like a man drowning in deep water, and yet unable to find a single lifesaving straw.

An intense suffocating feeling, the pain of having my neck grabbed by someone and my nose and ears tightly covered made me feel as though my heart would explode in the next moment. It would explode into something similar to the blood-red object in front of me before fusing and becoming a part of the sea of blood.

This was the first time I had faced something so fierce. I was completely helpless, not even prepared for it. Previously, he had only heard that some sticky red objects were extremely dangerous. However, that was only at the level of what he had heard; he had never personally experienced it before.

Perhaps in the basement of the store, there were some items that could cause one's death. However, those items had been specially processed and had been worn down over the years. They were slowly fading away.

Even though I was often in it, even though it gave me the chilliness of freezing my own blood. But it never made me think they could control my life.

At this moment, my life or death was no longer within my grasp. It was as if everything depended on the sea of blood I was in. As long as it retreated, I would still have a chance at survival.

Before the building disappeared, the thing he was the best at first had to take away his life? This was truly ironic!

Not only did the sea of blood not retreat, it became even redder. I couldn't help thinking about how my grandfather, grandpa, and the ancestors had come here. How many members of the Zheng family had died on items they couldn't control?

It's said that the Zheng line has never thrived. Before, I didn't understand why, but at this moment, I understood everything. It wasn't because of lack of people, but because the ancestors had dedicated their lives to the great rise of the Zheng family.

The glory of the past had been built up bit by bit by using one's life. The success of a general is not merely a reflection of the battlefield, but of all that is related to it in our line of work. Life is full of variables.

Although the arrival of death won't be announced in advance, if we carefully sense and judge it ourselves, we will definitely be able to find some clues related to death. As long as we can avoid all of these and let that web of death never entangle us, then we might be able to achieve a different kind of longevity.

Thinking of the words that I casually said after chatting with others, I suddenly found some traces of what happened previously. Could that be the omen of my death?

For the past few days, Zhao Qijiu kept reminding me that he was worried that my luck would suddenly decline once I reached a certain point. He even asked this old man who came with me to the Green Pine Monastery. At that time, I didn't think much of it. I thought that even if one's luck is extremely good, it would at most be a drop in luck. I really didn't expect that such a sudden change in luck would actually take a person's life.

"Faint Soul!" I cursed in my heart. I was unwilling to leave this vast sea of blood, but the deeper I went, the more I sank. I was only a tiny bit left to completely drown in the sea of blood.

However, even though it was raining at night, the bad situation would always happen at the same time. For thousands of years, no one had been able to explain this strange phenomenon, it was just that someone had barely come up with a theory about luck in the underworld. There were still a lot of loopholes, and in the end, all of them disappeared amidst a chorus of doubts.

A huge wave suddenly surged above my head, causing me to sink from the surface of the sea of blood. As I struggled, my perception slowly numbed, and I slowly lost consciousness.

"How deadly!" A familiar voice sounded in my mind, but I had no way to respond to this teacher who occasionally woke up to sleep.

He understood the danger I was in and quickly said, "Hurry up and go up! "Remember, the sea of blood is boundless. Return to the shore!"

Hearing this, I bitterly smiled. How am I supposed to go up? The sea of blood was like a weak water. As long as an object entered, there would be no other destiny apart from sinking. Even feathers couldn't float in this weak water.

While I was thinking, a strong power suddenly came up from under my feet. I could feel myself starting to float up fast, as if someone were pushing me up.

There's no need to think too much about it, this must be teacher exerting himself to help me. I immediately began flopping upwards on my hands and knees, but in a few steps, I was able to bounce my head back out of the water.

The sea of blood was boundless. If you looked back, you would see the shore! In the instant that the water splashes out, I turned my head with all my might and found that there was a beach right behind me.

Some of them seemed real, and by now I couldn't tell what was illusory and what was real. I only know that I should go up first. No matter what, going up first to protect my own little life is the way of the king! People could have anything while they were alive, but when they were dead, they would have nothing.

Plop! Lying on the shore with both hands and feet, I looked at the misty patch of land above me as I panted heavily. It was much easier than I thought it would be. I had originally thought that I would encounter other obstacles.

"The sea of blood is boundless. Return to the shore." I muttered a few words to myself before calling out to my teacher in my heart. Just as I guessed, he didn't reply, and should have fallen asleep once more.

But how do I get out? I looked up at the misty sky and thought about this question. Then I looked at the sea of blood almost right beside me.

With a sense of dread in my heart, I rolled twice on the ground to keep myself away from the sea of blood. I was so impressed by the sense of suffocation that had finally disappeared that I would rather have died in some straightforward way than in this pain and helplessness.

Even though the feeling of suffocation had disappeared, and I no longer felt as though I was about to die, but what happened next? What should I do? Right now, it was as though I was trapped in an illusion, unable to escape. This illusion was so real that no matter how I pinched myself, I couldn't feel it, let alone using the pain to wake me up from this deep mental trance.

I thought maybe my body wasn't following my soul at the moment. In other words, it could be that my soul was slowly coming out of its shell and had lost control of a part of my body. The other half of his soul should still be lying in his real body, slowly being extracted.

"Teacher, stop sleeping. Hurry up and tell me how to get out of here!" I kept calling out to him from the bottom of my heart, but he didn't have any sort of response. He had already fallen into a deep sleep to replenish some of the energy he had consumed.

"The sea of blood is boundless. Return to the shore …" "The sea of blood is boundless. Return to the shore …" I continuously chanted these two lines and suddenly, an extremely bright ray of light flashed in my heart. Because when I wanted to smoke, I had one in my hand, and I didn't even know how it came to be.

Could it be that even imaginary things could appear? As I thought of this, I suddenly understood my teacher's words about the boundless sea of blood.

The sea of blood was boundless. One would be able to look back and see the shore. He put down the butcher's knife and turned into a Buddha on the spot.

Thus, I imagined a butcher knife dripping fresh blood. As expected, he appeared in my hands, and the cigarette from a moment ago had already disappeared. In my hands, there was a knife stained with fresh blood, and blood was dripping down the tip of the knife.

I bent down and respectfully placed this butcher knife, which looked very heavy but didn't have any weight, in front of my feet. Then, I stood up and put my hands together, silently bowing to the butcher knife.

"If we don't kill anyone under the pagoda, we will buy them for grudges before the Blood Slaughter Saber." I muttered to myself as though I was talking to someone else. After finishing my speech, even I felt a little confused. It was as though some soul hidden deep within my heart had awoken and temporarily took over my body.

I didn't have enough time to think about this. After performing three more buddhist ceremonies, it was as if my body had a pair of crystal wings stuck in it. I slowly rose from the beach and flew towards the misty sky.

At a high enough height, I looked down at the scenery. The sea of blood seemed as though it could never see the border, while the beach was only a pitiful small area. In the sea of blood, it seemed to have turned into a pearl.

I was glad that I was wandering around in a panic when I just sank into the sea of blood. If I were to sink to the bottom of the sea like that, even if teacher were to appear and lift me up, I wouldn't be turning back to the shore but a sea of blood that would similarly take my life.

"Actually, my luck is quite good. This doesn't seem like a decline, but more like the closest contact I have with this popular object. Does it want me to know more about it? "

I was talking to myself in midair, as if reminding myself that although I ended up with a question, I had drawn a sign of affirmation in my mind.

The speed at which he was rising was gradually increasing. Just how high was this virtual dream world's sky? At this moment, I had already completely entered into a misty state. It was as though I was in a fog filled with unknown particles that had a visibility of less than five meters.

The sea of blood disappeared from my sight, and I could feel my body still rising. Breathing in the air that was obviously filled with cool air, my heart slowly calmed down once again.