Ling Que knocked on the table: "The shopkeeper comes to the room."
"The second room on the east side, the two guests please come upstairs."
The two of them were dressed in dirty clothes, and Ling Que still had a sword in his hand. The shopkeeper looked up and gave the room to him without saying a word.
The waiter took the two of them upstairs and opened the door: "This is the room. Are you satisfied with it?"
Ye Wanwan took a look and went in. Ling Que paid: "Brother, please bring some water and prepare a table of meals."
After explaining the food and taboos, Ling Que closed the door and came in. He looked around but did not see Ye Wanwan. He walked around the pillar and saw her standing by the window.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
The window here can see the door downstairs. Watching a few people hurrying here and entering the inn, they looked away and closed the window: "It's okay."
After a quick wash, the food arrived. The two of them ate, changed their clothes, and got ready to settle down. They were indeed tired from running around for a day.
Ling Que changed Ye Wanwan's clothes: "Master, where should we go next?"
Ye Wanwan: "It's up to you wherever you go."
She couldn't receive news from Shangjing for the time being, but she didn't judge whether to go back based on what happened in Shangjing. She took a walk, and when she wanted to go back, she would go back naturally.
After being out for a month, Ye Wanwan discovered the fact that she hated Shangjing, but the world was so big that she didn't know where to place herself except Shangjing.
She desperately wanted to escape, but in the end she couldn't help but go back, as if that was her inevitable return.
However, the clearer this thought became, the more serious the disgust in her heart became. Although she was already panicking, she was unwilling to accept this fact, let alone go back.
Both of them were tired and didn't have much thought about anything else. They took the time to get some sleep first.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but she got up in a daze, subconsciously trying to put on her shoes, but couldn't put them on for a while. When she opened her eyes to look for them, she suddenly found herself in mid-air.
The sleepiness disappeared instantly, and the whole person was terrified.
Her body is actually floating, no, she is still lying on the bed... So is she a ghost?
Looking at herself lying on the bed, Ye Wanwan suddenly thought that she saw herself in the coffin in her previous life. The situation was exactly the same as now. So is she dead?
How did you die?
Ye Wanwan was still in the mood to study how she died. Her lips had not changed color, it was not poison, and there were no wounds or blood on her body. Ling Que was still sleeping next to her, and no one killed her. So how did she die?
She tried her best to go up to the ground, her body was so light that there was no weight at all, and she slowly landed on the ground like a feather. A red light flashed under her feet, and the legendary flower of the other side bloomed, and it disappeared in a flash.
She was stunned for a moment, what is this?
The flowers disappeared, and her skirt slowly hung down. She was dressed in a dark purple dress with peonies and auspicious clouds embroidered on it. This was the dress she wore in her previous life. This was the dress she wore when she died, so she also wore it when she became a ghost.
This one, but because she is a ghost, this dress has become a lot lighter.
She was obviously reborn, why is she still like this, or... is the so-called rebirth just a dream?
Ye Wanwan was shocked, but not emotionally excited, as if she had already felt it.
She had those strange dreams before, and she stood under gunfire, trying to see if she would die. Even she herself didn't understand the crazy idea that suddenly came up.
So, she didn’t get reborn and become powerful, and she didn’t get real revenge. It was all just a dream?
It's all a dream?
A wave of rage surged in her heart. Ye Wanwan's eyes were blurred by blood mist, and her consciousness was gradually replaced by hatred and rage. Her body slowly flew up, as if something was pulling her away, but she couldn't get far.
, suddenly a powerful force pulled her back, and the huge feeling of weightlessness plunged her consciousness into darkness.
It was the second day that Ye Wanwan woke up again. Ling Que stood by her side and was overjoyed to see her wake up: "Thank God, madam, you are awake. You slept very deeply and couldn't wake up even if you shouted. I'm worried about dying."
If I don’t wake up again, I’ll go find a doctor.”
Ye Wanwan looked at the top of the bed. Her body was so heavy that it seemed like she was glued to the bed. She breathed slowly. This is what it feels like to be alive. Was last night a dream?
Her head was so dizzy that she couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams for a while. She attributed it to herself being too tired, so she had such a dream and showed her subconscious conjectures in the dream.
"What time is it now?"
"It's already time."
It was almost noon, and I slept really deeply: "Help me up."
Ling Que lifted up the quilt and helped Ye Wanwan up. Just as she was sitting firmly, she suddenly shivered. An indescribable chill spread throughout her limbs, making her unable to lift herself up at all.
"Go and get me some hot water."
Ling Que hurried out and soon brought hot water, twisted a hot towel and put it on Ye Wanwan.
Holding a towel and applying it to my face, the chill in my bones finally subsided a little.
"Ma'am, your hands!"
Ling Que exclaimed, and Ye Wanwan slowly lowered her hand. There was a red mark on her left wrist, which could not be wiped away with a towel. It looked like it had grown out of flesh and blood. Looking carefully, the red mark appeared
The shape outlined by the seal is very much like the stamens of the Bana flower.
Ling Que was even more anxious than Ye Wanwan: "Madam, what's going on? Do you feel any pain?"
Ye Wanwan stared blankly at the circle of marks: "It's not a dream..."
It's not a dream. She really left her body last night. This is not a dream.
Seeing Ling Que's worried look, she shook her head: "It's okay, it's not serious."
After saying that, he pulled up his sleeve and covered the mark: "I'm a little hungry. Go call for some food."
After sending the spirit magpie away, Ye Wanwan opened her sleeves and looked at the mark again. She slowly got down to the ground. Her feet felt real when they landed on the ground. She walked to the window. The sun was shining brightly outside. It was a good weather today.
Looking up at the sky, what on earth is going on? She can't tell what is real and what is fake now.