Fall of Rebirth

Chapter 1

When Yuan Bai became conscious again, he saw blood gushing out from his wrist and splashing on the ornate floor tiles. Like many times before, before he felt the pain, he thought he had failed again.

Yes, it failed again. He once committed suicide and died, but his soul did not disappear, but floated out of his body, and then he has been wandering between life and death, experiencing the whole process from near death to death time after time .

He was reborn many times, but none of them succeeded, because each time, he was reborn on the eve of death, and when he first felt, his consciousness was deprived.

The last time when he felt his body was flying down from a height of more than ten meters, the wind whizzed past his ears rapidly, and his body drew a parabola in the air. In an instant, he was already smashed to the ground beyond recognition, his belly was blooming, his brains were splashing everywhere, and he died in a miserable state, and the whole process took less than a few seconds.

When he became conscious last time, he found that his body was sinking into the depths of the sea, surrounded by unknown creatures, and he hadn't had time to struggle in the future, and he hadn't thought about whether it was suicide or homicide, how could he fall into this strange place, the cold sea water He began to pour it into his mouth and nose, eroding his soul and consciousness little by little, and slowly suffocated until he finally died without having time to figure out what was going on. It was another bleak death.

Last time again, before I opened my eyes, I heard a booming sound in my head, and then the desperate screams of fighting came to my ears. Even though I had experienced a lot, the great anxiety and fear still spread and eroded He didn't dare to move his bone marrow, he didn't dare to think about which short-lived ghost he would be reborn in; but when he opened his heavy and tired eyes, one of the thousands of thoughts was always right, and his eyes were full of ruins and rain of blood all over the sky. , he found that he was standing on the battlefield of war, deep in the rain forest of bullets, holding a long gun of unknown model in both hands, before he understood who was the enemy and who was the ally, a stray bullet suddenly The man fell from the sky and hit him beside him, white smoke rolled up, and directly wiped him out, his flesh and blood splashed into the sand smoke, covering the dust without leaving any trace.

Going up, he can't remember, is the memory confused?No, it should be said that he has experienced this kind of thing too many times, he can no longer tell which time is which time, and which time is before or after which time.

In this way, he was reborn again and again, desperate again and again, and finally, numb and calm again and again; at the beginning, he was still angry, complaining and cursing, and in the end, he didn't even bother to complain, and just closed his eyes .

It is difficult for a person who commits suicide to enter reincarnation. He thought that God treated him kindly and lost his life, but gave him the chance to be reborn again and again, but later found... that is not the case at all.

From the surprise at the beginning to the despair at the end, from luck to disappointment, he has personally experienced it many times, so that every time he faces death, there is no other expression on his face, it can be said that he is as calm as water.

...Isn't it just to die again, to feel again, now who can die so calmly and calmly as him.

A tingling pain came from his hand, which brought Yuan Bai back to his senses, his consciousness became clearer, his chest moved slightly, and he tried to lift his heavy eyelids, seeing the bright red blood flowing all over the ground, as weird as the beautiful red of manzhushahua , this picture is very familiar, as if he has experienced it personally, buried in the deepest part of his memory, but he doesn't remember when he experienced it, because he has experienced too much, forget it.

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The original white head was sideways, and he watched the blood spread from his wrist like this, staining the whole arm, the snow-white shirt, and the floor tiles red, but he didn't struggle at all.

Isn't it just waiting for death? He has long been used to it. Now, he just watched the blood flow out, and then his soul would float out of the shell, and then he could see this pale, bloodless picture. The body lay in a pool of blood, alluring and weird.

He once died on the battlefield of the flames of war, fell from a height of hundreds of thousands of meters, was assassinated by top killers, died under the gunfire of gangsters, and even saw disgusting scenes in prison... once He is really tired after dying several times, and he is not afraid. If you experience dozens, dozens, or even hundreds of various deaths, you will be indifferent.

If he regretted it, he would have regretted it a long time ago. If he knew that he committed suicide early in the morning, he would have experienced so many lives and deaths. He would definitely live a good life. A terrible death... Yuan Bai regretted endlessly, why did he commit suicide like a fool in the first place.

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Consciousness has not yet disappeared, breathing has begun to be difficult, his chest rises and falls weakly, and he is slightly panting, it will be soon, he thought; if there is no expectation, there will be no disappointment, so now, he is just waiting for death to come.

Seeing the blood spread more and more, Yuan Bai felt that his body was already lying in a pool of blood, and the blood was draining from his body little by little. It felt weird. He closed his eyes and turned his head to look at the gorgeous ceiling. There was no bright red in his eyes. The blood reflected the flowing picture, there was no fear, no resentment, only calm, and a trace of bewilderment.

These experiences are so weird that every time he will be at a loss, even if he has been forced to get used to it, it is beyond the scope of his cognition-although he hardly remembers anything about the things when he was alive, even when he committed suicide The reasons are forgotten.

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There was silence in the room, only the sound of blood gushing out, but his consciousness was not confused or disappeared, but the feeling was beginning to clear up, without the momentary dizziness when he saw the blood gushing out before.

The injured hand no longer hurts, and has lost consciousness, but the hearing has not disappeared, and he can hear the sound of blood flowing not far away. He just lay quietly, waiting for his own death.

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After a while, the sound of blood flowing was inaudible, and the room became more and more quiet. Yuan Bai thought in a trance, this time seems to be a little longer, has the blood flow not finished yet?

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After a while, not only was the consciousness still not confused, but it became clearer. The silence in the room was terrifying, but it could be called deathly silence. Yuan Bai blinked and stared at the gorgeous ceiling, became dazed, and just died soundlessly. It is estimated that no one will come.

It was silent again, no one knew, no one cared, died in a place unknown to others, at an unknown moment, he thought, could there be such a person who actually cared about him?

Relatives, friends, lovers, maybe already have wives and children, what is this body for, and will there be colleagues, comrades-in-arms, and enemies...

Yuan Bai was just thinking about it, he felt that he was thinking too much, he shouldn't pay attention to the things related to such a suicide passer-by, he would only stay in this body for less than a moment, maybe he would leave.

Yuan Bai suddenly became uneasy. After the suicide, every time his body felt cold, he shouldn't expect to be born again. Maybe it's because he's been lonely for too long.

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Time passed quietly, and after an unknown period of time, Yuan Bai was a little irritable, no matter how indifferent, he was waiting for death in the dead silence, and he couldn't control his hair... He fucked, did you hear it, hurry up I don't need to leave any blood after I've drained. I don't care about that little blood. After I'm done, I still want to continue wandering and wandering like a lonely ghost.

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A few more seconds passed without a sound; Yuan Bai became helpless, and his attitude softened obviously... how long will it take to finish the flow, just obediently submit.

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A quarter of an hour later, the blood hadn't finished bleeding, and the room was still dead silent, but Yuan Bai's consciousness became clearer, and he could even clearly see the complicated decorative patterns on the gorgeous hanging lights on the ceiling.

He turned his head, looked at the injured wrist, stretched out his other hand stiffly, slowly poked the wound a few times with his fingers, it was a little painful and sticky, and when he touched the surrounding area, some places were actually dried up .

Yuan Bai opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe it, he poked there with his slender fingers stiffly, the blood in the wound really solidified, when he waited for death with all his heart, the wound on his wrist had already solidified slowly ?

Yuan Bai didn't know whether to be lucky or disappointed, everything seemed like a dream, he patted his thigh with his uninjured hand a few times, the feeling was still there, he moved slowly, bent, stood up slowly while supporting his uninjured hand, bleeding Dizzy from too much flow, almost fell down, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and panted weakly.

There was a slightly pale smile on Yuanbai's face, coupled with his monstrous appearance, the red-dyed white shirt, and the blood stains that spread down from the shirt to the trousers, connecting and merging with the bright red blood on the ground, it looked weird Extremely.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a calm and unhurried voice sounded at the same time.

"Yuan Shao, the young master has already left..."

The visitor seemed to have seen something terrible, paused for two seconds, and suddenly a piercing scream came out of his throat, shaking the ground in the bathroom, clearly showing the extreme panic of the witnesses.

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