It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
The ribs were squeezed until they burst, all the fingers were broken, the skin on the abdomen was split open, and the greasy large intestine slowly fell out with red blood. Song Zhengyan seemed to be desperately trying to stuff the fallen intestine back into the big hole. The tear was torn open even more due to the violent movements. Song Zhengyan took a breath and jerked his hand back. He looked in disbelief at the palm that could no longer use even a little bit of strength. The twisted and broken palm was covered with tiny blood vessels and nerves. Blood was left along the seams between the fingers, and there was an echo when it fell to the ground.
My whole body ached as if it were being burned by fire.
"Song Zhenglin... Save..."
"I..."
"..."
Song Zhengyan's ribs punctured his lungs and he couldn't even speak a complete sentence. Song Zhengyan's chest shook several times. Although he endured it with all his strength, blood still flowed out from his pursed lips. It was only a few coughs but it almost pushed Song Zhengyan's body to final destruction.
His eyes rolled down to Song Zhengyan's feet, his empty eyes staring in that direction. The crouched body suddenly relaxed, his hands hung down feebly, and his legs slowly lowered from the front of his body. After repeatedly coming out and being pushed back, his intestines finally fell out. Another eyeball also fell from the cracked eye socket.
Song Zhengyan gave up struggling.
If four years of undergraduate studies were not in vain, the knowledge he learned told Song Zhengyan that Song Zhenglin was also on the verge of death in reality.
Song Zhengyan heard an explosion - the world in his mind collapsed. The surroundings shattered into pieces
(This is my first time writing an article, so I apologize for my writing style)
Concept: I came up with it when I was bored, meaningless.