It's a big wooden tub.

The black basin was large enough for a five-year-old child to lie in it with his hands and feet outstretched.

The naked child trembled and crawled into the large wooden basin, the child was skinny and exposed.

After he lay down, a middle-aged man came over with a black clay pot in his hand, he opened the black clay pot, and the mouth of the clay pot tilted downward, and countless ants and insects flowed into the large wooden basin.

The black bugs completely covered the child in the tub.

The sound of a child's terrible pain came from the basin.

After a long, long time, the middle-aged man put the black clay pot in the basin with a cold face.

The scattered insects all crawled towards the clay pot at once, and soon all of them entered the clay pot.

Peculiarly, the child who was bitten by the bug did not have the slightest injury on his body.

The child was so weak that he was sweating profusely, and he looked at the middle-aged man with his eyes slightly rolled.

The middle-aged man lifted the child up, and he took out a pill and fed it to the child.

The child's breath has recovered a little.

"Wen Xiao. The middle-aged man called out the child's name, "You should understand that insect punishment is a necessary means for us to communicate with bugs. ”

Of course, Wen Xiao understands that the more times he boils the insect punishment, the more beneficial it is to the insect sense of insect communication, after the age of ten, the insect sense will be completely fixed, and it is impossible to get the growth of the insect sense through the insect punishment like now.

The Xiban Insect Sect uses insect sense as a measure of talent, and the stronger the insect sense, the more accurate the control of insects.

The more times you can endure insect torture, the stronger the insect feeling will be, but insect punishment is very dangerous, and every year I don't know how many children die in insect torture.

Generally, children bear the punishment of insects after the age of seven is relatively strong-willed, at most ten times a year, can survive thirty times, and the insect feeling will generally be good.

But he started at the age of five.

"Wen Xiao, you have to know that you are different from everyone else. The middle-aged man said with a cold face: "Other children can start at the age of seven, and they can survive thirty times or even less than thirty times, only ten times." ”

"It's not bad to be ignorant and understand all your life, but you can't, you can either become a worm sect or die, you can't be mediocre. ”

The middle-aged man threw Wen Xiao into the barrel again.

Wen Xiao looked at the ceiling with blank eyes, he was wondering why he couldn't be mediocre?

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......

The elephant body condensed by the gray mist was still the same as before.

The three examiners had been waiting for half an hour.

No one came out of this end.

On the contrary, a candidate rushed out from the side, and after rushing out, the whole person fainted.

The three of them walked over and checked and confirmed that the examinee was not in danger of life.

But it was difficult to wake up for a while, and his face was full of horror, which made his facial features distort a little, as if he had experienced something terrible in the gray mist.

Let the instructor take people down and treat them well, and notify them if they wake up.

The three examiners have been preoccupied ever since.

You must know that Zhongtian's disciple Du Ni is inside, Yuanhai's disciple is inside, and Mrs. Zhang Li's grandson is also inside.

They are all human beings, and of course they are worried.

In particular, they don't know what it will be like inside.

"What kind of illusion can it be that can scare people like this?" said Old Lady Zhang Li in a low voice.

"Heart refining was originally a kind of trial for Dao realm monks, Dao realm monks all know that the heart level is the most difficult, even Dao realm monks will fall into the heart level, and it will be difficult to make progress or go crazy, and it is not easy to refine the heart. Nakata sighed lightly.

"Amitabha. Yuanhai lowered his head and closed his eyes and said: "The world is like a sea of suffering, all living beings are suffering, no one's heart can be truly clear and flawless, everyone will have their own seven emotions and six desires, and their hearts are sad." ”

"Even though they are extremely talented, this heart refining should not have been prepared for them in the first place. Old lady Zhang Li's face was slightly gloomy, he was still dissatisfied with the saint's nonsense again.

But Nakata and Enkai didn't respond, because it wasn't something they could change.

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......

Zhou Fan walked along the streets, and scenes appeared in his mind.

The street scene has not changed, and there are memories of his life here.

Even though he knew in his heart that all this was probably an illusion created from the memories deep in his mind, his heart was pounding.

Crossing the crowded zebra crossing, we entered a somewhat dilapidated neighborhood.

He stood downstairs and looked at the six-story tower.

He looked up and stood quietly, his home was on the third floor.

Grandmother...... Younger sister......

Will you be at home?

He walked up the stairs, he could have climbed and jumped into his home, but he didn't dare to do so.

He carefully climbed the stairs step by step, in order not to break the rules, and to see the relatives who had never forgotten and were familiar.

Even if it's fake...... Even if it's fake...... I also want to meet them, I want to meet them.

This thought kept coming to Zhou Fan's mind.

Until he stood in front of the door of the house with the number 307 inscribed.

He began to fear again, and wanted to flee from here.

He was afraid that it would not be what he thought it would be.

But he didn't want to run away, and finally gritted his teeth and walked through the door.

He saw that some of the dilapidated halls were covered in dust, and the corners of the houses were covered with cobwebs.

The house has been uninhabited for a long time.

He looked at the layout of the hall that was too familiar to be more familiar, and searched a little dejectedly, his grandmother's room, his room, and his sister's room.

The house was small and dilapidated, the only relic of his parents left, and there was no one in the three rooms and the kitchen next to the toilet.

Zhou Fan sat on the long mahogany chair in the hall, his face gloomy.

Grandma and sister are already dead.

And this house has long been uninhabited because of his departure.

"What's the point of doing this?" he asked softly, "Is it refining my heart to tear open the scars in my heart and hurt me again?"

Didn't get any answer.

He felt as if he had returned to the day when his grandmother died not long after his sister died.

He was so lonely in the world that it seemed like he was the only one left.

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The mother still lost, in that cruel world, the loser has no way out.

There was no sadness on the mother's face, she just smiled to soothe the restless little insect mother.

Li Worm Niang stood behind them, watching this scene, listening to the words that had been recited countless times in her heart.

"Worm Niang, my mother is sorry for you, don't resent him, this is the path chosen by my mother, and if you lose, you have to accept defeat. ”

"It's just that my mother is sorry for the village, and you will go to worship for me when you have the opportunity in the future, my mother lost too badly, and lost your life and the life of the village. ”

"Your life...... Your ...... It's also my mother's fault. The beautiful woman sighed sadly, "But don't give up in the future, this world is so cruel and desperate, but there will always be a way." ”

The little insect girl was only one year old back then, and she didn't seem to understand.

But my mother had no choice but to tell her all the words and let her remember.

"Tiger poison doesn't eat children, not to mention that he has never been a bad person, you have to believe in your mother's vision......" Niang smiled and said, "You will know when you grow up." ”

At that time, she was originally different from ordinary people, even if she was one year old, she grew up like a three- or four-year-old child, so she was so clear.

On that day, her mother and many of her cronies were hanged on the high city wall, which was also stained red with blood.