But Xiaolan did not continue to read. She closed her eyes in pain and her body began to twitch.
Somewhere inside his body, he was struggling fiercely.
"ah!--"
Another scream.
My head hurts so much...
Xiaolan felt that her internal organs had been crumbled into a ball, and her head seemed to be biting by a thousand bugs at the same time. The smell of blood in her mouth became thicker, and it seemed that her body would explode into pieces in the next second.
"Xiaolan!" Baomu's voice became clearer, "Wenling is dying!"
Ask the spirit? No more?
Xiaolan reluctantly opened her eyes.
A vague outline did emerge among the chaotic scenes.
it hurts!
Another drop of liquid fell onto her cheek, and this time Xiaolan could tell that the drop of liquid came from the person in front of her.
"Xiaolan!..." Baomu's voice was filled with tears, "Wake up quickly!..."
no.
You can't do this yourself.
Xiaolan gritted her teeth and tried her best to mobilize her strength.
The temperature on my forehead became hot little by little.
The clips of Huolian's life have finished playing, and the screams in her body continued. Xiaolan forced herself to focus all her attention on herself.
The outline before my eyes became more concrete.
"No!--"
The scream inside her body was stronger than ever before. Xiaolan opened her eyes suddenly and instantly saw the person in front of her clearly.
A pair of white eyes.
It’s asking the spirit!
Wen Ling's forehead was pressed against her own. The light gray pupils had turned into pure white with silver light. Wen Ling's body was shaking violently. Along with the screams surging out of his body, Wen Ling also let out a
He let out a scream that was barely humanly capable of uttering.
"leave!……"
Wenling's screams seemed to be interspersed with countless other sounds, all of which were mixed together and echoed in Xiaolan's stinging eardrums.
Tick tock…
Another drop of blood.
Light red blood seeped out of Wen Ling's white pupils.
There were more and more bright light reds, gradually condensing into a ball, trembling for a moment in Wen Ling's red eyes, and then sliding down and falling.
The old man is nearly seventy years old, his body is slightly hunched, and his face is covered with traces of time. Only his eyes still shine with the clarity of a child.
What did the old man say to Wen Ling?
Although Xiaolan couldn't hear the voice, she could read the old man's lips.
"Wen Ling, let's go."
Asking Ling doesn't understand.
"Leave us," the old man opened and closed his lips, "leave Weiruo Village, you should go out."
The revolving lantern continues to turn.
However, a heartbreaking cry penetrated the silent scrolling screen, directly tearing the story fragments in front of Xiaolan into pieces.
"No!--"
It's about asking the spirit.
Wen Ling's eyes that had turned red appeared again, and Xiaolan's teeth were almost broken by her own bite. She used all the remaining strength in her body, and finally, her fingertips flicked.
At the same time, a bone-chilling coldness swept through his body.
It seemed like something had left his body.
It seems... to be part of my soul.
"Xiaolan!"
Back.
Xiaolan twitched for the last time, and her sense of touch, hearing, taste... all came back.
Xiaolan lay on the cold ground, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling...
Bang!
A heavy thing hit me.
Xiaolan moved her numb limbs.
"Is Xiaolan awake?"
"Xiaolan!"
In my ears, I heard the calls of my companions.
Xiaolan pursed her lips tightly and trembled her arms to push the person pressing on her.
Light brown soft hair.
"Ask..." Xiaolan's voice was filled with the smell of blood, "Ask Ling..."
"Xiaolan! You wake up!"
Bao Mu rushed over from behind the two of them, first lifted up Wen Ling who fell on Xiao Lan, and then helped Xiao Lan up.
"Can we go in?" It was Qin Yin's voice.
Xiaolan looked up tiredly and saw Baomu's circle of knowledge forming a golden circle in the narrow cave. Fool, Qin Yin and Shen Fu all stood outside the circle, stretched out.
He looked anxious, and there were still wet tears on Qin Yin's face.
"I forgot," Baomu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I'll put it away right now."
After saying that, Baomu reached out and touched the ground gently, and in a blink of an eye, the ring disappeared.
Qin Yin and Fool rushed over.
"I'm fine..." Xiaolan was held in the arms of Qin Yin who was screaming, her voice was still hoarse, "Ask Ling, she..."
The fool picked up Wen Ling. When Xiaolan saw Wen Ling's face, her body suddenly became cold.
Wen Ling's eyes were closed tightly, and her pale face was covered with blood flowing from her seven orifices. Two clear blood stains spread from the corners of her eyes, and she looked like she had lost all her humanity.
"Is she okay?" Xiaolan suddenly became anxious and almost stood up.
"Still alive," the fool stretched out his hand to test Wen Ling's neck, "I don't quite understand the pulse, but... he's still alive."
Xiaolan's legs were not very obedient. She climbed forward two steps with her hands on the ground and grabbed Wenling's right hand.
Fortunately, it is warm.
Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief.
Qin Yin next to her wiped away tears again. She looked at Xiao Lan who must have looked very bad with tears in her eyes, and choked up, "Xiao Lan, this time you really... really scared us to death..."
"I...I'm sorry," Xiaolan's nose also became sore, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't...but fortunately, at least the fire lotus has disappeared..."
After hearing her words, her companions showed expressions of hesitation.
"What's wrong?" Xiaolan's heart dropped heavily again, "I feel that Huolian is no longer there."
"She didn't disappear," Baomu raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the light, "she escaped."