This time, Yi Liuling saw a very blurry picture, and it was shaking very hard, as if a person was running in a place where he could not see clearly. Although he was just an audience, he could also feel an inexplicable fear. It seemed that the subject's emotions were too strong that even he was exposed to him.
After running for a while, the man seemed to be planning to confirm whether the pursuers behind him were still there, so he looked back. What caught his eye was a large piece of blood red. Yi Liuling heard a female scream from his mouth.
Then, the blood red suddenly cut vertically from the middle, split into two, revealing one of the figures. Although the man was just a silhouette, Yi Liuling had seen the process from abstract to concrete before, so he was sure that the person who split the unknown object of the blood red was the male warrior, the woman's husband.
Afterwards, Yi Liuling opened her eyes. Everything just now seemed to be just a dream, and he has now become the perspective of that woman.
At this time, the husband had already gotten up and was changing his clothes. He seemed to be afraid of disturbing the woman, so he took his movements very lightly.
The woman got out of bed, walked towards the man, tidied up his collar, and said something. The man smiled and nodded, picked up his sword and walked out the door, woke up his son, and took him to the backyard.
This time Yi Liuling guessed that his father should be teaching his son's sword skills. He might have been doing this when he went to the backyard before. However, if it were the sword skills he had seen in the illusion, it would indeed have the value of teaching.
The woman watched the two go to the backyard, and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast and lunch bento. She stuffed a talisman she sewn into the small bag her husband had to carry when she went out.
She muttered to herself a few words, but Yi Liuling couldn't understand anything anyway, so she ignored them.
After breakfast, her husband changed into armor, picked up his weapon, carried a bag, and the woman took him to the door.
At this time, Yi Liuling realized something very terrifying - the couple said goodbye to kiss!
Seeing the man's face getting closer and closer to him, Yi Liuling wanted to shout: "Don't come over!"
Fortunately, the man just kissed the cheek and left. The mother and son got along after that. Fortunately, in addition to the last major destruction incident, the son was usually quite obedient. He spent the day in boredom until the night when her husband returned home.
After that, there are repeated events, buns worth complaining about, manuscript records before bedtime, heroes in dreams to save beauty, and farewell the next day.
However, the night of this day was different from usual. Yi Liuling was still in the kitchen the second before, and the picture suddenly changed, and she was kneeling beside a coffin.
The woman was crying, and several men in armor, despite their scars, were still talking to her in a gentle tone, as if comforting her.
The coffin should be a man's body, but the woman did not have the courage to take a look at his face. Until the funeral was over, she seemed to have not recovered. In the end, her son pulled her and took her home.
That night, the woman still made three buns. The son looked at the food on the table and looked like he was reluctant to speak.
Afterwards, the two broke the bun that belonged to the man in half, and ate half of it, but said nothing. After sending their son to bed, the woman lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
After a while, she took out the sharp knife left to her by her husband from the cabinet. Yi Liuling thought she was going to be unable to think about it, but she just put it under the pillow so that she could fall asleep peacefully.
However, she was not at ease in her dream, because no one could save her from the horror represented by the blood red.
The woman woke up from her dream, ran to the table, took out another piece of manuscript paper, and wrote a full page.
In this way, she stared at the window until the next morning.
Yi Liuling thought that she must look haggard now, because when the son saw her, he looked surprised.
However, the son still didn't ask much. After breakfast, he went to the backyard to play.
The woman continued to sit in the hall in a daze and stayed up until night, and it started to rain heavily that night.
There was lightning and thunder outside the window. The woman shrank in a corner of the bed and wrapped herself tightly with a quilt. She buried her head in her knees, but she always felt a chilling gaze staring at her.
At this time, there was another thunder sound, and the woman subconsciously looked up at the window. Through her eyes, Yi Liuling saw a bloody red outside the window.
"Ah!" Although the language was not clear, the screams were not divided into national boundaries. Yi Liuling at least understood the scream, and then saw a pillow flying towards the window.
This woman is indeed a problem. Even if there is a monster, throwing a pillow will not have lethality.
Before Yi Liuling finished complaining, she found that the woman's accurate head was also a problem. Not only did the pillow not hit the window, but instead hit the desk lamp on the table. The desk lamp fell to the ground and broke, and the whole house fell into darkness again. The only lightning was lightning outside the window.
Because the pillow was no longer on the bed, the woman turned her head and saw the sharp knife that was originally pressed down. She picked up the knife, got out of the bed, and approached the door bit by bit.
This kind of house is old-fashioned, and the keyhole is also the kind that connects the two sides, while the woman looks at it tremblingly.
Through the keyhole, she saw a blood-red eye.
"Ah!" the woman screamed again, stabbing the knife in her hand directly. Because Yi Liuling only shared vision, he didn't know what the woman had stabbed. She just saw her pulling the knife back, then she fell back to the ground and fell into a coma.
This time, the woman no longer dreamed of any blood-red monsters. She slept until the next morning. When she woke up, she was still lying on the ground with the knife in her hand.
The woman sat up and originally wanted to write another piece of manuscript paper, but found that there were fragments of lampshades on the edge of the table. So she could only clean up the mess first and then go downstairs to cook for her son.
It was strange that when she kneaded the dough, Yi Liuling could clearly see that her hands were not trembling anymore, as if this action could calm her mood like writing a diary.
However, Yi Liuling didn't think this was a good sign. He felt that this woman had begun to go crazy.
Because the woman woke up earlier than usual today, but she didn't seem to notice this and woke her son up. So, when the son walked down from the upper floor, he rubbed his left eye with a sleepy face and yawned from time to time.
When he saw the woman, his son showed a look of wanting to speak but stopped again, and in the end he still said nothing. Maybe he heard the movement last night.
"Oh, I don't know how it will develop next." Yi Liuling sighed.