That voice came clearly into my ears through the gaps in my dreams.
Xiaolan immediately recognized the hoarse voice.
It’s asking the spirit!
Asking the spirit is here.
Xiaolan turned her head left and right, looking for the source of the sound, but there was still only that illusory scene in front of her.
She thought for a moment and turned to look at the people at her feet.
The blood on the wrist slipped off drop by drop, and a drop of blood flowed along the thread.
Xiaolan held her breath, trembling with her left hand, and grabbed the thread.
Caught.
She exerted all her strength and pulled hard.
The picture in front of me began to collapse.
All the living beings under his feet screamed and wailed, and they disappeared one by one. In the end, only one figure was left.
A distant, fiery red figure is running towards here.
Like a ball of fire in the sky.
Wen Ling's body was covered with scars, her mouth was enlarged, but she couldn't make a sound. She ran towards her desperately with her long, weak and slender legs.
She made a hug gesture.
Coming.
Xiaolan saw Wenling's face clearly, the sweat rolling down her forehead, the bloody bites on her cheeks, and she could only let out a hoarse gasp.
Also, those pale eyes.
The moment she saw those eyes, Xiaolan heard a sound similar to the breaking of a piano string.
She knew it was over.
Xiaolan took a deep breath, raised her numb and itchy hands, and hugged Wenling.
"Xiaolan!"
"Xiaolan, wake up!..."
"Ah Xiaolan, you scared me to death!... Wuwuwu, you kid is really annoying, you scared me to death..."
When Xiaolan opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Wenling's face.
He was lying flat on the ground, and Wen Ling was lying on top of him. The two hugged each other tightly and looked at each other. Xiaolan felt a little embarrassed.
Such bad posture.
Wenling's pupils had turned back to gray, she was panting, and a drop of warm liquid fell on Xiaolan's forehead with a splash.
Then, before Xiaolan could realize what it was, Wenling rolled his eyes and fainted on his own body.
"Ask the spirit!"
"Is Wen Ling okay?"
"She just fainted." The Taoist priest picked up Wenling from Xiaolan, hugged her with one hand, and took her pulse with the other hand. "Her injury was too serious, and she lost a lot of blood."
Xiaolan shakily climbed up from the ground. She raised her hand and wiped it, only to realize that the liquid just now was blood.
Except for the color of her pupils, Wen Ling is exactly the same as the one Xiaolan saw in her hallucination. The light blue T-shirt on her body has been soaked with blood, and her exposed skin is covered with large and small scars.
.
Xiaolan raised her head and glanced around. They were still in the depression surrounded by the hillside. In addition to asking the spirit, Xiaolan also saw the fool standing on the other side.
The fool's clothes were in tatters and there were a few scars on his body, but overall, his injuries were incomparable to those of Wen Ling.
Taoist Priest, Qin Yin and Luo Jiutian were just a little embarrassed, but not injured.
Xiaolan wanted to raise her hand to wipe her sweat, but Qin Yin grabbed her right hand.
"Oh! Be gentle, kid, you are still injured!"
hurt?
Only then did Xiaolan feel the severe pain in her right wrist. She lowered her head and saw that her wrist was a blur of blood and flesh. She could even see the white bones covered with flesh and blood, and a few tooth marks were faintly visible on the edge of the wound.
"Did I really bite myself?!" Xiaolan was shocked.
His right hand was hanging limply, as if he had lost consciousness.
"We didn't notice at once, so you..." Qin Yin raised his hand and knocked on Xiaolan's forehead, "I thought it was a mouse bite, but then I saw the blood on your mouth... Xiaolan,
You scared us, what happened?"
Xiaolan narrated everything in the hallucination.
"My idea is that if I don't use this hand at all, the thread will naturally fall off," Xiaolan explained, "But not yet..."
"Did you originally plan to bite your wrist off directly?" Qin Yin asked blankly.
Xiaolan looked at Qin Yin's eyes and realized that her answer might bring a bad ending, so she changed her explanation.
"Well... there should be no problem with this logic."
"What logic?! What's okay?!" Qin Yin slapped Xiaolan on the head, "I see that you naughty kid has really been beaten less recently!"
Xiaolan dragged her injured hand to her head and ran away. Suddenly she remembered something was wrong, "Where's that little baby?"
The baby is missing.
The Taoist Master asked the fool to hold Wen Ling, stood up and smiled, "He has been purified by Wen Ling."
"Purification?"
Qin Yin was still reluctant to give up. He only chased Xiaolan a few times and started to bandage Xiaolan's wounds with his own coat.
The Taoist priest walked up to Xiaolan and patted her on the shoulder, "Let's go and talk as we go."
"Shall we go back along the original road?" Xiaolan recalled the terrible experience not long ago.
The Taoist priest and the fool looked at each other and smiled.
"Of course not," the fool stretched out his hand and pointed to the end of his field of vision, "Wen Ling and I have already found the exit here, and that's where we came from."
As everyone walked down the low hillside, they still saw the brown grassland with no visible boundary in front of them. The field was empty except for the soft grass blades swaying.
"Are all the injuries on Wen Ling's body caused by rat bites?" Xiaolan asked cautiously, "But what about the rats?"
At the end of the memory, that dirty ocean of rats.
"Their owners have disappeared, and they have naturally disappeared," the Taoist priest explained, "just like the mummies."
If the Taoist priest hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have noticed it, and the two mummies would have disappeared.
"But what exactly is this..."
"Oh, to put it simply, the little baby just now, like the King God of the Royal City and the Fire Lotus of Feng Wu, are all... how should I put it, false gods." Luo Jiutian shook his dirty sleeves.
.
Xiaolan blinked, she seemed to understand, but she didn't seem to understand.
"It's just that he is still growing," the fool continued, "these rats and viruses are the medium through which he controls the people of Wuyu Town, just like those puppets of Wang Shen, do you remember? Those puppets made of wood...
…”
"Remember," Xiaolan said hurriedly, "then these mummies..."
"Those people are his first followers," the fool snorted. "They are willing to die for the growth of the new god in exchange for peace after death... It's really stupid, there is nothing more peaceful than death itself.
Something about?"
"This means that when the New God punishes its people, their corpses can be forgiven," Luo Jiutian said, "And because the rats here can only distinguish humans by smell, bringing mummies with you can ensure that
We won't be attacked by rats."
Xiaolan nodded in understanding.
The fool sighed and looked down at the unconscious Wen Ling in his arms.