At this time, a loud banging sound suddenly came from the door.
Xiaolan, who was residing in Lily Mowen's soul, suddenly raised his head.
The door is open.
Then the knock on the door…
Immediately afterwards, the picture in front of her began to twist and rotate. Just like when the previous dream was about to end, the feeling of falling swept through Xiaolan's body. The next second, she was lying on the ground.
Dong Dong Dong!...
The knocking on the door was real.
It was this knock on the door that woke her up from her sleep. Xiaolan got up from the floor, looked at the slightly shaking wooden door, and stood up.
She walked to the door.
"What's up?"
The knocking on the door stopped.
Xiaolan heard the gentle voice of a maid outside the door, "She is still alive."
After a while, Yirel's hoarse voice sounded, "That's good."
Afterwards, the sound of two people leaving was heard from the stairs.
Want to make sure you're not dead yet?
Why is it necessary? Xiaolan muttered angrily and returned to the corner where the history books and black porcelain plates were placed.
She rubbed the edge of the black porcelain plate.
If you want to see other people's experiences through dreams, you need a medium, such as Sandora's hair, the stone that Moses used to drown Mrs. Malvern, and the last words of Mrs. Malvern who was burned to death.
Touching the stone bed, as long as the deceased wants to see his story, he can see it.
So what is Lily Morven’s medium?
First of all, excluding historical records, there was no Lily when Lily Morven was alive, let alone Lily’s historical records.
So, is it this black porcelain plate?
But, did I fall asleep touching this black porcelain plate?
Xiaolan tried to remember.
She raised her head, stroking the black porcelain plate with her right hand, and leaned her head against the wall.
In mid-air, a transparent liquid condensed.
The liquid began to fall.
Xiaolan narrowed her eyes, and the faint stinging sensation made her cry out softly.
The drop of liquid just fell into Xiaolan's eyes.
"Hiss..." Xiaolan rubbed her eyes, and another drop of liquid fell on the back of her hand where she was rubbing her eyes.
Xiaolan looked at the crystal warm liquid on the back of her hand.
She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it.
Salty.
It should be tears.
Xiaolan remembered the last scene in the dream.
She stood up in shock, looking at the tears that kept floating in the air.
Lily Morven is still here.
Her soul has been trapped here, crying in sorrow.
Xiaolan's heart throbbed.
Not long ago, she witnessed the death of her own son.
Tears are the medium.
It was tears that made me see the story of Lily Morven.
"Lily Mowen?" Xiaolan asked.
The tears moved closer to him.
"I..." Xiaolan clenched her hands, a little nervous, "Thank you for helping me."
Shouldn't I say that?
What can you help me with? Help me kill her son?
She closed her mouth.
What to do...?
The dream just now was obviously not over.
Xiaolan could feel the desire to talk floating in the air, but it didn't come from herself, but from this person who was crying that she couldn't see.
Xiaolan sat back in the corner, closed her eyes, and tried hard to fall asleep.
Dream...dream...dream...
But I am very awake at the moment.
It was the first time that Xiaolan felt that it was so difficult to fall asleep. After a while, she opened her eyes and changed into a position that she thought was more comfortable.
Can't sleep.
Xiaolan opened her eyes and sighed.
I am facing a critical moment of life and death. No matter how big my heart is, I can't sleep after sleeping.
never mind.
Xiaolan casually picked up the historical book beside her legs and opened it.
I usually feel sleepy whenever I read a book. I hope that the hypnotic effect of books on me will still exist.
She read Lily's history three times, upside down.
Lily Morven X...
Psychic abilities…
Born in mother's blood...
Perhaps, there is only mother's blood...
Xiaolan almost didn’t recognize those words anymore.
Only mother’s blood…
Something mysterious got into Xiaolan's mind.
Mother's blood...
Xiaolan's body trembled, and she bent down and grabbed the black porcelain plate placed aside.
Saw it.
Dream.
In the dream, Xiaolan sat up from the bed again and looked at her belly.
I had the last dream again.
Soon, it was time for Lily Morven to give birth again.
Lily Mowen screamed desperately, and Xiaolan was also extremely anxious.
That sentence in the history may be the key to breaking the situation.
I want to get Lily Morven's blood.
but……
Lily Morven rolled to the ground, and the maid lifted up her nightgown. Everyone looked at Lily with her head exposed and backed away in horror.
Blood.
Xiaolan struggled hard, trying to touch Lily's bloody little hand.
Although I don't know whether I can take the things in my dreams out of the dream, only through this method can I come into contact with Lily Morven's blood.
Lily Morven shouted desperately and leaned back.
No way.
Xiaolan tried her best to control her current body.
But Lily Morven fell.
Body temperature drops rapidly.
The second before his consciousness darkened, Xiaolan felt a touch of heat on his cold fingertips.
It's Lily.
Like every newborn baby, Lily cried and crawled to her mother's hands, grabbing her mother's cold fingers with her soft and petite fingers.
"Mother……"
"mother……"
The dream is over.
As soon as Xiaolan opened her eyes, the first thing she did was to check the black porcelain plate placed on her body.
The finger that had just been in contact with Lily in the dream was placed right in the center of the plate. Xiaolan raised her hand and was disappointed to see that there was no trace of blood on her hand.
It really doesn't work.
She looked at the black porcelain plate.
There are some changes at the bottom of the shallow dish.
A layer of dark ink-like liquid flows on the bottom of the dish.
Xiaolan cheered up.
With trembling hands, she brought the black porcelain plate to her nose.
It's blood.
Got it myself.
The one who can get blood through dreams is not himself, but this black porcelain plate.
But what is the origin of this thing?
During the day, Xiaolan had several dreams, so when night fell, Xiaolan had become extremely awake.
And I really couldn’t sleep this time.
As the night got darker, Xiaolan sat bored at the door and waited, hoping that the red-haired maid could bring her some news.
It was quiet outside the door.
Not only was there no one speaking, not even the slightest scratching sound could be heard.
Only two even breaths could be heard.
What happened? The two people outside fell asleep and forgot to change shifts?
Xiaolan was thinking whether, as a prisoner, it would be inappropriate for her to remind the guards outside the door to change shifts. At this moment, there was a creak and the wooden door in front of her slowly opened.