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Chapter 250 I want to live [The new book asks for everything]

It was too late when Wang Fan wanted to understand the situation, and his wife fainted directly on the ground. Looking at the leaking gas pipe, Wang Fan hurriedly opened the kitchen window to prepare for ventilation, but he inhaled too much carbon monoxide, and Wang Fan eventually collapsed. on the ground.
After Wang Fan fell to the ground, the picture changed again, and the time returned to 90s. This time, Wang Fan became a death row inmate, and he was about to be executed. According to Wang Fan's understanding of himself in the dream, he What he did was definitely the kind of heinous person, even if he executed a hundred times, it would not be an exaggeration.

Even Wang Fan himself could not forgive that kind of crime. In this execution, Wang Fan has little desire to survive.

"According to the instructions, you have a meeting with your parents and family members before execution."

At this moment, the warden looked at Wang Fan and said a word.

"I reject!"

Wang Fan replied categorically, if the death penalty is executed, the death penalty will be executed, what does it mean to take a look at the family, is it not happy to let yourself go?
"This is up to you!"

The warden looked at Wang Fan with a stern expression and said coldly.

In the end, Wang Fan still had a look at his family's parents. When he saw his family members crying for him like tears, Wang Fan's tears also burst.

Before entering the dreamland, Wang Fan was an orphan. He was brought up by the director of the orphanage since he was a child. He always wanted to meet his parents and experience their love. But this long-cherished wish turned out to be in a dream. Completed.

Especially the sentence:
Son!You can go there with peace of mind, don't worry at home, you must do well there, and strive to be a good person after reincarnation.

This sentence is so simple and unpretentious, but it is full of deep emotions. Coupled with the helpless look of the white-haired person giving the black-haired person, how could Wang Fan not be moved?
"I will"

Following the word Wang Fan, he was taken away by the execution police.

bang bang bang bang~

When Wang Fan knelt in front of the wall and received a few gunshots, the scene changed again.

Time has come to the 21st century again, and now Wang Fan has become a heavy flour worker, extremely skinny, pitiful with little fat, skinny, the kind that can be blown down by a gust of wind
On the other side, the Ghost Emperor, who was in the sixteenth level of hell, frowned at what Wang Fan had gone through. Counting death, he had already experienced it several times. If Wang Fan could not survive 24 hours in a dream, then he would have to Completely accept the dream of a hundred ways to die.

If you go through it all, even a person with a healthy heart may not be able to bear it!
Now that the dream has been opened, it is impossible to break it. That would be leaking the secret, and it would be a disservice to Wang Fan. One hundred ways to die in the dream may turn into one thousand, ten thousand or even more.

At this moment, the ghost emperor can't help Wang Fan, and he only hopes that Wang Fan can understand the truth.

In fact, although Wang Fan didn't fully comprehend the method of cracking it, he already had a plan in his heart to live, and he was a little fed up with this model.

Transformed into a Flour Man, Wang Fan was lying on the bed in a simple rental house, looking extremely ill. The house was dirty and messy, with all kinds of things scattered on the floor, including instant noodles for eating and various smoking pots. There are also some straws and so on.

Cockroaches and woodlice were also crawling all over the floor, and the curtains in the house were always blocked, making the whole house very depressing.

"Ahhh~ I feel bad!"

At this moment, Wang Fan screamed secretly and rolled on the bed, feeling as if thousands of ants were crawling on his body, which was extremely uncomfortable.

A small bag of flour was quietly placed beside his table. Wang Fan endured the pain and refused to move. At this moment, Wang Fan knew that if this thing was contaminated a little, he would be one step closer to death. .

Based on his understanding of his own body, Wang Fan knew that if he only used this small bag of flour, he would die [-]%, and at that time, he would have to experience other death dreams.

Now Wang Fan has had enough. He doesn't want to experience that particularly bad experience anymore. He wants to let his spirit rest.

As time passed by, the feeling became more and more intense. At first, it was the feeling of ants all over the body, and then there was a torture of being cut all over the body. That feeling was really too painful, and it had already made my body The tolerance has reached the limit.

"Hold on. I can't die."

Wang Fan's eyes were red and he was enduring it. He wanted to live and not to die. Before entering the dream of death, Wang Fan had never had such a strong desire for survival, but now Wang Fan understood that life is very precious, very precious, and he didn't want to In reincarnation, life and death, he wants to live, he wants to live, even if he is heartbroken, he is obliged to
After another half an hour, Wang Fan had completely reached his limit. Now he looked at the flour as if he saw life, as if he could not live without using this thing. His brain no longer listened to him, and he became crazy. Like a walking dead.
"Water. Water. Ice. Ice."

At this moment, Wang Fan suddenly thought of two things, one is water and the other is ice. I don’t know if this thing is effective for him, but in some police movies, those who are stained with flour use these two things to dissolve.

While stumbling, Wang Fan opened the mini-refrigerator on the bedside table, took out ice cubes from it, took out a handful and hugged him in his arms. Even though he was shaking all over, Wang Fan kept hugging him in his arms.

After covering it for a while, Wang Fan found that the effect was not obvious, and then went to the pool where he collected water, found a ladle, and kept pouring it on himself to water himself.

"Ahhhhhhh~ sober~ahhhhhh~ sober~"

Wang Fan shouted while reminding himself to stop himself from sinking.

Another hour later, the pain intensified again. Wang Fan curled up on the ground and cried loudly. The feeling was really too painful, twice the limit of his body. That kind of pain, to be honest, Wang Fan couldn't bear it. All the punishments I experienced for the first time, even when I was practicing, and in hell, were not as painful as what I was experiencing now.

The current pain makes you have a particularly strong thought that death is more comfortable than now. This kind of sin is enough to choke even a grain of sand or a stone.

As time passed, Wang Fan's rationality became increasingly blurred. Even using cold water and ice had little effect.

Unconsciously, Wang Fan began to go to the flour on Samo's table again, his eyes blurred.

When the flour was in his hand, Wang Fan opened the bag, just when he was about to try it.
"No! No! No! I don't want to"

Wang Fan ruthlessly poured the flour on the ground and crushed it vigorously with his feet. Relying on little reason, Wang Fan made the final struggle
(End of this chapter)