On page 17 of the Xian Yang volume, it says: Three Thousand Worlds: 1. Small Thousand Worlds. 2. Middle Thousand Worlds. 3. The world. It is said that the place where the sun and the moon shine is called a world.
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Mu Ge didn't know how many worlds there were in the universe. She only knew that she died and her body exploded into pieces. But when she regained consciousness, she felt a dull, dark, crowded space wrapped in the smell of blood...
Linchuan is the name of this continent.
The fine sand rolled past, and on the wasteland, the ravines formed by knife and axe cuts were filled with bright red blood.
The bloody light invaded the gray sky, and the blazing sun was wrapped in blood, blocking its scorching heat.
Countless corpses wearing armor lay silently, intertwined with the yellow sand of the earth. Or, they have become part of this wasteland the moment their lives disappear.
Suddenly, there was a slight movement on the corpses piled up like a hill.
In the gap, a hand stained with blood and full of dirt between the nails struggled to stretch out. It was weird and terrifying!
The hand, exposed outside the mountain of corpses, could not help but tremble slightly when it was blown by the cold wind.
A few moments later, his blood-stained hands pushed open the corpse within reach, and gradually, the gap became wider and wider.
"call!"
A muffled sound came faintly from the gap.
The sound seemed to be a feeling of finally being released, and also seemed to be the forbearance caused by the bone-deep pain.
On the mountain of corpses, from the artificially enlarged gap, a similarly bloody hand stretched out again. The two hands kept working like a machine. Finally, finally, the gap that could only barely stretch out one hand has expanded to accommodate a human body.
The corpses that were originally piled high slid around and merged into the sea of corpses.
"Ahem..." He took a greedy breath of outside air, which caused a violent cough in his chest.
A thin and petite body, with legs curled up, sat in the 'cave' dug out by him, leaning against the corpse, looking up at the bloody sun in the bloody sky.
Black, red, blood and dirt blocked her appearance, revealing only a pair of clear and transparent eyes, which seemed to understand everything in the world.
She was silent. The originally red robe was as red as a blazing flame, but it had long been damaged and lost its original glory.
Leaning against the corpse, the smell of blood and corruption surrounded the tip of his nose. But she didn't feel any discomfort at all, as if she was used to it. She was motionless. If it weren't for her clear eyes that were full of life, she would be no different from the corpses around her.
'I died and lived again? '
"Hey~!" An almost imperceptible snort of disdain overflowed from her nose. She raised her dirty hands and gently stroked the blood-stained and dried hair that fell from her forehead.
If someone else were to do this situation, this scene, and these actions, I'm afraid it would only make people feel horrible, disgusting, and disgusted. However, when she does it, it feels so pleasing to the eye and elegant.
The sound of disdain dissipated around.
There was a hint of sadness in those clear and clear eyes.
However, after a moment, there was no trace anymore.
Yes, she came back from the dead.
Death is just a clichéd and bloody story of loyalty and betrayal.
In her previous life, someone described her as dazzling as the moon, accompanied by stars? Perhaps, it was this reason that led to her final ending. Human jealousy can destroy a world when it goes crazy.
At this moment, the only thing she knew clearly was that she was still alive. She could also breathe freely and feel the blood flowing through her limbs.
(End of chapter)