Climb up and keep climbing up. The higher the climb, the more serious the consequences of falling down will be a.

Zhang Xi’s proof was a game at the beginning.

It's like trying to see if it's going to be sent to the highest point and wait until it lands again, it will fall to pieces.

That thing never fell down again.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't fall behind for several days.

At that time, he put forward a naive assumption.

It seems that it is on the sky above the head, will there be a reason why it is not on the head, but under the feet.

At that time, except for Sister Zhou, everyone treated his inferences as a joke for children, and no one took them seriously.

Everyone is willing to believe in proven cognitions.

For those cognitions that have not been proven but are used to, they are more willing to deepen their cognition according to their usual cognition, rather than trying to overthrow their predecessors for a long time, and even have achieved excellent fruits in this cognition.

His mother would encourage him at that time, just to encourage him of the spirit of willingness to explore.

The only one who truly believes in him is like Sister Zhou.

He was still a child at that time.

He is a child and cannot tell who really believes in himself or is also an encouragement to himself.

As time goes by, he gradually forgets his original conjecture.

As time went by, he gradually could not recall some of the words that Sister Zhou had said to him or the expressions he had when she said certain words to him.

When he did not realize that some people might leave him forever one day in the future, he would not remember every word from the person who had been with him for a long time in his impression.

He could not have imagined it, he could not imagine it.

Recalling again, he was blurred when she spoke at that time, and what she said specifically, and could only remember a little bit of the general meaning.

Jumping into the 18th floor of the Tower of Heaven, from the outside, it seems that the top floor of the Tower of Heaven is the real Tower of Heaven that penetrates directly into the sky and leads directly to the sky.

After jumping in, the speed of falling wildly, and the voices of those who had had an intersection with him and were no longer in the world kept ringing in their ears, and the pictures of those people also appeared in front of them, as well as a clear sense of real falling, which made Zhang Xi confirm that the sky he led to might not be "up" but down.

The eighteenth floor of the sky.

It may be the eighteen underground floors that are often mentioned by many theists.

It can also be said to be the eighteen levels of hell.

"thump"

He fell to the bottom, as if he fell into a pan.

The hot and slippery feeling is the same as those who believe in gods say. Those who do bad things and have blood on their hands will definitely put them in the oil pan after death.

The hot hot oil quickly made his skin look like a toad and his body had a bag of one another.

He was pouring hot oil into his nose and violently into his mouth, making him feel a little breathless.

The hot oil that drills into the nose and drills into the body is tormenting his body from the outside to the inside.

"Am I dead?"

"Only people die will go to the eighteen levels of hell!"

"Besides, can I still be considered a human? Don't use this to scare me!"

Zhang Xi forcibly shook her head, trying to break free from the possible illusion.

Although he was very conscious and regarded all the pain as an illusion, he still couldn't break free from the illusion.

"Hey, Zhang Xi, I mean, the real Zhang Xi, you shouldn't want to die so ignorantly, right? You chose me, probably because you wanted to live a proud and live a prosperous life with me again, right? In such a cowardly soaked oil pan, you shouldn't have tried your best to do all this and want the result, right?"

Zhang Xi began to have a conversation with the bone in her body.

He couldn't have a conversation with the old guy who might be sleeping inside.

Sometimes they are not as reliable as themselves.

He talks with himself.

The handsome man who has his true appearance, the man who should have been extremely glorious and glorious, planned to resurrection, and chose to merge with him and turn into his own body.

He called him Zhang Xi.

His appearance is the real Zhang Xi.

He is talking to himself.

It's also talking to another person.

A conversation with Zhang Xi, who is named Zhang Xi, who dares to show off his true face.

During the high-temperature frying, the two pairs have not yet been fully integrated in the true sense, but the body bones that are barely squeezed into the same volume have begun to undergo some changes again.

The bubbling skin was like clothes floating on the outer layer. Under the skin, some broken bones appeared and turned into tiny particles of foam that penetrated along the skin and flesh, and penetrated out of the skin little by little, and was discharged.

As the skin seems to be disengaged and shattered bone foam is discharged, Zhang Xi's body can begin to wander in the ignorant oil pan.

Isolated the pain, he stared at his legs, closed his eyes, and swam over in one direction with persistent force.

There is an end to the sea that no longer sees the edge.

Unless this is a ball-shaped pot, unless it is all oil in this ball-shaped pot.

Then the pot can't hold back the oil.

Untired, no matter the pain, Zhang Xi finally touched the edge. The hot edge. He grabbed the edge of the oil pan with his terrible crispy hand, and climbed hard.

He was covered in oil and had to waste a lot of effort to successfully climb to the edge and jump out of the oil pan.

No matter his hands, his whole body was blown to burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. Even he could smell how crispy he was now.

He tried to use his hands as his head and endured the pain and made a crack. He followed the crack and cleaved the crispy outer skin, revealing the normal skin inside.

During the process of molting, he also molted all the oil on his body.

After shedding the oil from his skin, he put his hand into his throat and pressed hard to the base of his tongue.

"vomit--"

The oil inside was also spit out with some bad skin inside.

The body bones and flesh that originally belonged to Zhang Xi were all fried in the oil pan, and the outside was burnt and crispy inside. Now he only had one body bone, which was the body bones of the handsome man obtained from the tomb.

It's no longer two parts of skin, two parts of bones.

It can be said to be a fusion or a replacement.

Completely replace your original skin and body bones into a new body bone that has not been hurt.

This new body bone has the ability to isolate pain.

Have the ability to resist frying.
Chapter completed!