Chapter 20 Why is it so difficult to live?

Of course, Teng Man would not let Su Jiu hurt himself.

Avoiding danger is the instinct of every living thing.

So it dodged quickly, trying to avoid being hurt by Su Jiu.

However, the black scales melted its body, and the pair of soft, boneless hands fixed it in place.

The thorns on the vine pierced Su Jiu's palm, but she did not retreat for a moment.

There is black blood on the white face, and the extreme black and white are very much like the darkness and scarlet in the sky.

The researcher who was monitoring Su Jiu's movements suddenly shouted.

"The extraction of mental power failed! It has dropped to 50%!"

"44%!"

"30%!"

"It's still falling. What should I do? What should I do?"

This is the first time the researchers have encountered such a situation.

However, Dr. Wei had left and no one came to help him.

There's no way around it. This thing looks like a sinkhole, and no one wants to get into trouble with it.

But they didn't dare to hide such an accident, so they went to Dr. Wei as soon as possible.

But Dr. Wei did not answer.

The researcher looked at the continuously declining mental power on the screen and finally lost the strength to resist. He fell directly to the ground, muttering.

"It's over, it's over."

Finally, red font appeared above, announcing the end of the extraction.

[Drain 0% of spiritual power]

[End of psychological suggestion]

Su Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

She reached out her hand, pushed open the glass cover in front of her, and then rolled down from the instrument.

But just as she was about to jump, her legs went weak and she fell to her knees with a thump.

Su Jiu clenched his teeth, and not a single fragile word came out of his mouth.

She stood up tremblingly and staggered towards the bathroom, feeling extremely happy.

the first time!
This was the first time that he had killed a monster in his dream!

Su Jiu stretched out his legs and soaked himself directly in the huge bathtub, then buried his head in it, as if he was feeling the suffocation he had felt in the pond before.

No, the feeling between the two is different.

In the pond of the healing world, let yourself feel a pain, as if something is tearing you apart.

It hurts.

The pain was so severe that I felt like I was going crazy.

Su Jiu thought about it, raised his hand, and looked at his smooth wrist without any scars, but his thoughts drifted away.

Su Jiu once suspected that this treatment method was wrong.

But every time she saw her parents' expressions, she suppressed the doubts in her heart.

Will mom and dad hurt themselves?

Su Jiu didn't believe it.

The feeling was different from the previous treatment. Although Su Jiu felt sore all over this time, his mind was exceptionally clear.

She noticed that when she came out of the room, the clock pointed to just eleven o'clock in the evening.

This means that this time, I did not faint in the instrument, but only stayed in it for eight hours before coming out.

Su Jiu was thinking while washing his body.

She always had the illusion that she had really come into contact with the filth of that world, so her body was also somewhat unclean.

The purple pond, and the strange vines, and the marks they left on themselves, seemed real.

As if she had a psychological trauma, Su Jiu rubbed her body until it turned red before she stopped. However, when Su Jiu dressed neatly and walked into the living room, what she saw was the message from the attending physician.

The message written above made the smile on Su Jiu's face disappear all of a sudden, and he became extremely cold.

It says.

[Ms. Su, the treatment this time was not effective enough. You will need to undergo recuperation again in the near future.]
Su Jiu lowered his head, stretched out his hand to grasp the device in front of him, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his gray-green eyes.

But soon, it disappeared and turned into the usual indifference and numbness, as if he didn't care about anything.

In the dim room, only the device in front of Su Jiu was still flashing.

She stepped barefoot on the cool white tiles and slowly sat down.

There was no light in his eyes.

She looks like an exquisite doll. Every part of her body is favored by the creator, but she is not given a soul.

Su Jiu knew that his life was full of surveillance.

In their hypocritical mouths, they are concerned about their own lives and want to see if they are in danger.

Su Jiu also trusted them before.

It was not until she found that even the excuses these people used to deceive her were becoming more and more perfunctory that she realized that all this was not just as simple as treating her.

What do they want from themselves?

What is the difference between me and them?

These two questions are always on Su Jiu's mind.

No one would give her an answer.

At this moment, Su Jiu's cell phone suddenly rang, interrupting Su Jiu's thoughts.

She subconsciously turned around to get the phone on the bed.

suddenly!

The whole room started shaking!
Su Jiu felt so weak that he could only support his upper body and stretched out his hand to grab the phone.

However, the shaking noise became louder and louder. Su Ji could not stabilize his weak body and was thrown directly into the corner.

The cell phone also fell off the bed to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Su Jiu's pale face looked more and more unlike a real person. It had lost its blood color. Only his eyes and lips were extremely rich in color. In the dark environment, he looked like a lonely ghost.

She struggled and lay on the ground, grabbing the cell phone that fell to the ground as if she was trying to grasp the only thought in this world.

Her hands were shaking, like a duckweed flower without support in the shaking space.

The people in the monitoring room had disappeared long ago. The sudden earthquake made them run very fast. They needed to protect the instruments, and no one was willing to take care of such a dying "patient".

Finally, with Su Jiu's unremitting efforts, her cold hands grabbed the still warm phone.

Let her regain possession of the treasure.

Su Jiu tried to open the screen with trembling hands, but because his fingertips had lost temperature, it didn't open after several attempts.

His thin lips were trembling slightly, showing a rare sense of anxiety.

He was still mumbling nervously: "Open it, open it quickly..."

All traces of mom and dad are in this phone. The phone cannot break!

A phantom seemed to appear in front of Su Jiu's eyes, and everything seemed unclear.

After an unknown amount of time, the earthquake finally stopped and the cell phone was turned on.

The farm, which was full of vitality eight hours ago, has now become as messy and disheveled as Su Jiu's room.

The newly born dragon cub was also hanging on the tree, its powerful wings drooping helplessly, its red eyes closed, and it looked dying.

The big white robot used up its last bit of energy to protect all the seeds and vegetable fields.

Su Jiu finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She looked at the world in front of her, then looked at the little boy's world, and tears as big as beans fell down, hitting the broken screen one by one, like a broken splash of water.

Her voice was fragmented and could not be pieced together into a complete form. She choked and sobbed.

"why why……"

“Why is it so hard to live?”