The scene before him was covered with a faint red, and the colors were turned over into dirty clumps, overflowing on the dark background.
Zis felt that he was split in half, and half of them he was lured, murmuring to make him give up resistance, and then he sank, obeying his instincts;
and half of him rose above his head like an out-of-body body, freeze in the sky, condescendingly looking down on his physical body, and described objective scenes to him coldly and playfully.
'At this moment, you are in the midst of a nightmare vision, the aroma of meat you smell is the smell of putrid, and the soup you are obsessed with is the pus flowing from the corpse. ’
The high-ranking man said to him like this, his tone was deliberately mysterious, like a divine edict.
In an instant, he looked a
