"I'm here," Xiaolan nodded, "Do you know what's going on, Taoist Priest, everyone has fainted, and I just woke up."
"Let's wake them up first."
The Taoist Master collected his emotions, stood up and ran straight to the nearest fool.
Fool and Baomu hugged each other and were leaning against the cold cave wall. Both of them were unconscious and trembling slightly.
"Fool, wake up," the Taoist priest patted the fool's face.
Seeing that Baomu and Little Fool were showing signs of waking up, Xiaolan quickly ran to Pineapple Maple Sugar. Maple Sugar was lying flat on the ground, while Pineapple was lying peacefully in her boyfriend's arms.
The two of them were also woken up successfully, and Xiaolan rushed towards the last Xiaoyin without stopping.
"Xiaoyin?..."
Xiaoyin's sleeping posture was not peaceful, her hands were tightly clasped together on her chest, her lips were slightly pursed, her brows were knitted together, and her originally rosy complexion became pale and haggard.
Before losing consciousness, Xiaoyin was still fine.
"Xiaoyin, what's wrong with you..." Pineapple heard the sound and rushed over, "It won't happen again..."
"Ahem! Ahem!"
Accompanied by a violent cough, Xiaoyin sat up suddenly, her eye sockets and eyelids glowed with a faint red color, which made her look even more distressing.
"Ah, that's great..."
"so far so good……"
"You scared me to death!..."
"I...I finally heard my own voice," Xiaoyin sat there in despair, "I finally saw it, finally..."
"Xiaoyin, don't think too much. That... was just a dream," Maple Sugar glanced at Pineapple and said to Xiaoyin, "We all had a dream, and it was all a lie."
Everyone was silent for a moment.
After a long time, the fool's loud voice broke the silence.
"Yes, it's just a dream."
Xiaoyin sniffed, and the color returned to her face little by little.
Baomu also murmured, "Yes... it's a dream... it's a dream..."
What did they see?
Xiaolan looked at the Taoist priest in confusion, only to find that the Taoist priest was also staring at her.
"Can you still hear the sound?"
Only then did Xiaolan realize that the music that had been lingering in her ears had disappeared from nowhere.
Seeing her shaking her head, the Taoist priest stood up with a smile.
"Since we have nothing to do, let's set off now. We have been here for a while and there is still a long way to go. Come on, everyone."
Everyone followed the Taoist leader's footsteps without saying a word.
The atmosphere obviously changed. Xiaolan pretended to glance at the other people's faces casually. Everyone looked thoughtful.
It's really annoying, I obviously know a little bit about myself.
Who is the old man who kicked me out?
"Taoist," the pale Baomu suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the Taoist, "there is a smell in front of you."
"What is the taste?"
"It's... a bad taste."
The fool sniffed around, "I really can't smell anything..."
"What kind of bad smell is it," the Taoist priest asked patiently, "Is it the smell of objects, or..."
Baomu shook his head, his eyes a little dodged, "It's a smell that you can't smell... It's... I've smelled... the smell of death..."
Everyone was silent for a second and then ran forward in unison.
Regardless of what death smells like, why can Baomu smell the smell of death?
What will be the death ahead?
The flashlight light shone far away, and darkness, darkness, and deeper darkness appeared in front of me.
Death that smells, death in the dark.
In this bottomless darkness, two dim colors appeared.
One group is pink, the other is light green.
Two little touches of color cuddled up against each other, as if waiting for their arrival.