"hiss--"
A piercing pain forced Chu Mu to open his eyes from the aimless chaos.
"This is..." Chu Mu turned his head and looked around, "The prison's visiting room?"
The pain came again, and Chu Mu couldn't help but put his hand on his heart.
The rough texture made him take a second look at the clothes he was wearing.
It was a prison uniform with a serial number and name on it.
078, Chu Mu.
Is he in jail?
Chu Mu inadvertently saw the figure reflected in the viewing glass in front of him.
A human skeleton with only the skin and bones left.
This appearance reminded him of the first plane he encountered when entering the reincarnation plot.
The Chu Mu who suffered from anorexia.
Crunch.
The stool opposite the glass was gently pulled aside, and a familiar figure sat down.
Bok choy?
Chu Mu wanted to call Xiao Bing's name, but his mouth turned into: "Why?"
His voice was extremely unpleasant. Besides being unpleasant, it also carried a sour and rotten smell of approaching death.
This is because all of his body functions are close to necrosis, and it will only take a day or two at most.
Xiao Bing sat quietly, his eyes neither sad nor happy: "Chu Mu, you are the only one left in the Chu family now. You must live well and see me take down the Chu family's building sign with your own eyes."
"Why?" Chu Mu seemed to be separated from his body and soul. His soul could feel everything, but what he said with his mouth was completely out of his control.
"Do you still need to ask?" Xiao Bing stood up, his eyes light and cold, "I have been using you from the beginning to the end, just for today. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too stupid. Just live well."
"Xiao Bing!" Chu Mu had no strength to get up. He could only lie on the table like a dog, shouting at the man's back, "Xiao Bing——"
A huge pain suddenly grabbed his heart, and Chu Mu's eyes turned black with pain.
The scene then changed to a dark and cramped tomb.
Chu Mu knelt on the ground, holding onto someone's legs and struggling: "Ah, ah, ah!"
"Let go!" Jie Ye kicked the man away impatiently. "If it weren't for the fact that your blood could be useful, who would bring you into the tomb?"
"Ahhhhhh!" Chu Mu was so emotional that he couldn't speak and his face was covered with tears.
"I've had enough of you," Jie Ye patted his pants, as if he would be unclean if caught by Chu Mu, "Didn't you say you loved me? Then you should be happy to die for me."
Boom boom boom.
There was a terrifying knocking sound coming from the tomb passage not far behind him.
The Mohawk next to Jie Ye was anxious: "Brother, hurry up, don't dawdle, Zongzi is catching up!"
"Go, go, go!" Jie Ye kicked Chu Mu away again when he was about to get up, rushed to another tomb without looking back, and closed the door without hesitation.
"Ahhh!" The stench of the zombies was already at the side of his neck, and Chu Mu let out his last howl.
Pain, blood, all blood.
There are many unfamiliar faces.
"Captain Leng, your wife is so useful. A piece of her flesh can save my family."
"Captain Leng always puts justice first and is truly a role model for us." Chu Mu recognized the person who spoke. It was Zhang San. He was holding a cold dagger in his hand and his face was full of greed.
Leng Si glanced at Chu Mu who was tied to the iron bed: "Everything is for humanity."
He was wearing black gloves and holding a sharp scalpel in his hand, slowly walking towards Chu Mu.
…
"ha--"
Chu Mu suddenly sat up from the bed.
"call……"
His breathing was heavy, his clothes were completely soaked with sweat, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were burning with pain.
"Meow~~" The golden tabby jumped to the side of his legs, "Mumu, how are you?"
"Ha, ha ha..." Chu Mu's hands were still shaking. He bit his lower lip and laughed softly for a long time.
Lao Ba jumped onto Chu Mu's legs: "Mu Mu Mu Mu, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Mu raised his arm and wiped what he didn't know was tears or sweat: "Nothing, just a nightmare."
His voice was low and dry, as if he had not spoken in several lifetimes.
Lao Ba wrapped his tail around Chu Mu's wrist and asked, "What kind of nightmare is this? It's so scary?"
"Ah, eighteen nightmares in a row."
Lao Ba felt that the color of Chu Mu's eyes was darker than before. After looking at them for a long time, he felt like he was being sucked in.
"Old Eight," Chu Mu stroked the golden tabby's tail, "Tell me the truth, how many dimensions are there in this reincarnation story?"
"Well……"
"Eighteen, right?" Chu Mu gave the correct answer without waiting for Lao Ba to answer.
"How did Mumu know that?" Lao Ba suddenly clapped his paws, "Ah! You just said you had eighteen nightmares!"
Chu Muyang fell back onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling: "I just experienced eighteen reincarnations."
"Is this the starting state of these planes?"
Because the current plot has been tampered with, Lao Ba reasonably suspects that the plane Chu Mu just walked through in his dream is the original plane.
"No," Chu Mu said softly, "those are the lives I have experienced. They are the original references for Fan Ji to create these planes."
The reincarnation here is Fan Ji's atonement for his sins.
Chu Mu never knew what sin Fan Ji wanted to atone for.
Now I finally understand.
After the Daxia plane, Ling Yi went against the will of heaven and Chu Mu was reborn.
But because he was a smuggler, he could only escape by traveling through different dimensions.
As the main god, Fan Ji personally went to hunt them down one by one, again and again.
The most abominable method was used.
"Why do you treat me like this?" Chu Mu murmured to himself.
Lao Ba leaned over to Chu Mu's face and carefully licked away his tears with his tongue: "Mu Mu, have you found your obsession?"
"Found it," Chu Mu nodded, then shook his head, "It's not really found."
"Ah?" The golden shaded cat didn't understand.
"My obsession is to get an answer." Chu Mu turned his head and looked at the chubby cat. "Isn't it ridiculous? There is no mystery at all, nothing that cannot be said. After all this trouble, in the end I just want an answer."
The golden tabby's little paw gently patted Chu Mu's face: "Did you get the answer?"
"No." Chu Mu sat up. "Old Eight, how can I get out of this reincarnation plot? If I don't leave, will Fan Ji be unable to leave? Don't tell me you don't know."
Lao Ba moved his paw away guiltily: "I really didn't know before. I only heard it a few days ago when I forced contact..."
"Well, you say." Chu Mu stood up and prepared to take a shower.
"If this was a plane before it was tampered with, no matter how you act, Fan Ji's slice will die, and it will die in your hands. Once he dies eighteen times, you can leave."
Chu Mu's hand that was opening the cabinet paused for a moment, and then he sneered, "You're just pretending to be nice. Who are you going to die for?"
bump.
The cabinet door was slammed shut.
The golden shaded cat was frightened.
"What now?" Chu Mu was filled with murderous intent. "How can I leave?"
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