Xiaolan dried her hair, sat on the edge of the bed and ate the remaining cookies.
She smacked her lips and looked blankly.
The Taoist priest sat on a chair nearby and shifted his gaze from the phone screen.
"Buy you some more?"
Xiaolan shook her head, "I'm a little sleepy."
The Taoist Master stood up and said, "Then I'll go back. Can you do it alone?"
"Nothing is wrong," Xiaolan lifted the quilt and said, "Bye, Taoist Master."
The Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked out. When he passed the bathroom, he took one last look inside, but he didn't see anything interesting.
Xiaolan got into bed, and when her eyelids began to fight with fatigue, the door opened and closed, and only she and Wen Ling were left in the room.
It seems that Huolianshan and his party really exhausted their physical strength and became sleepy so quickly.
Xiaolan curled up, her vision gradually blurred.
She closed her eyes.
Silence returned to the room.
It seemed like only a second passed before she woke up.
Xiaolan suddenly opened her eyes and looked at everything in front of her.
There was still a familiar room in front of him, unchanged at all, and Wen Ling was lying motionless on the bed.
Did you wake up?
Did you really fall asleep?
At least, time really flows.
Because it's already dark.
Without the daylight coming in from the window, everything in the room was shrouded in deep darkness, and the specific location could only be vaguely distinguished.
Have you slept for so long?
Xiaolan wanted to sit up, but was surprised to find that she couldn't move.
She was still lying on her side in the same position when she fell asleep, with her hands under her ears and her legs curled up in front of her.
What's going on? The legendary ghost on the bed?
Or... I didn't wake up at all?
Xiaolan concentrated all her willpower on her fingers, intending to regain control of her body step by step.
However, in the still sight, something seemed to move.
From directly in front of you.
Center of sight.
It's a bed sheet for asking the spirit.
The bedsheets in the hotel were so wide that they almost touched the ground. At this moment, the bedsheets on the side closest to me were trembling slightly.
Xiaolan held her breath gently.
The sheets trembled more and more, and suddenly, a circle formed on the white sheets.
The circle became bigger and bigger, and became clearer and clearer. The sheets no longer shook, but were lifted off the ground little by little, driven by the circle.
What's inside is revealed.
A black shadow.
Oh my god.
This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream...
The black thing continued to arch outwards, and then a pale hand suddenly came out from the sheets and slapped it on the ground.
Then, the other hand also reached out.
Is that a person?
Finally, the whole body, the sheets were completely lifted up, and a pale man slowly crawled out from under Wen Ling's bed, getting down on all fours and moving with difficulty.
Xiaolan's eyes widened.
The figure seemed to be unable to control his body smoothly, climbing twisted and crookedly, but this scene was not funny. Instead, it reminded Xiaolan of a certain famous horror movie.
The man crawled towards him.
I'm not even as good as the people in horror movies, at least they can still run.
The man struggled to crawl to Xiaolan's bedside. He stretched out his blue-white hand and grabbed Xiaolan's face.
At the same time, the weirdo raised his head, revealing his white face with dirty hair.
Xiaolan clearly heard her heart beating.
This is Zhang Boyin.
Xiaolan fell into complete confusion, and countless messy thoughts flooded into her mind at the same time.
Why? Why?
Is the scene in front of me an illusion? Or is everything that happens around me these days all an illusion?
Have you really walked out of Fire Lotus Mountain?
Zhang Boyin's face was purple, with a faint smile on his face. This smile should have been very warm, but at this moment, it looked extremely scary.
Xiaolan remembers that smile, which was the smile of relief before Zhang Boyin died.
No, Zhang Boyin is definitely dead.
The person in front of them is definitely not him. Zhang Boyin's spirit has been replaced by the fire lotus, and he will never appear in front of them in any form again.
So, the person in front of me is...
"Save...me..."
Zhang Boyin opened his chapped dark purple lips, and a hoarse voice came out of them.
Xiaolan understood immediately.
This is Fire Lotus!
The fire lotus is not dead yet. For some reason, it has the last part left, and now, it is here.
It comes looking for its best sacrifice.
The sacrifice it has been looking for all along, as long as it has this sacrifice, it can become a real god.
As long as you have this final sacrifice, as they say, you can completely get rid of your invisible fate. You are a real god, not a torture instrument condensed with resentment. You are the God of the Fire Lotus Mountain and the entire city.
The owner of the mountain...
As long as you touch this face, as long as you swallow these fearful eyes, as long as...
The fear in those eyes suddenly disappeared.
A hot hand suddenly clamped its cold wrist.
A twinge of pain emerged from my wrist.
Xiaolan stared calmly at the monster in front of her. She grabbed the hand and slowly sat up.
Once you see it clearly, you will no longer be afraid.
Once you think clearly, you can fight back.
When the trembling hand was about to fall on her face, Xiaolan understood all of this in an instant.
The strange noises in the bathroom and the disappearing tattoos are all because of it.
The last spirit of the fire lotus was attached to him and left with him.
When he witnessed the Fire Lotus shattering with his own eyes, he must not have noticed that one of the fragments quietly hid in his body.
The approaching footsteps in the bathroom were its first attempt, but at that time, I bravely opened the shower curtain and it retreated.
Now it is so weak that it can only deal with its fearful self.
This is its second attempt.
Xiaolan stared into its eyes angrily, and could clearly feel that the auras of the two people had exchanged.
"You deserve to die." Xiaolan said harshly.
It shivered and wanted to struggle, but the temperature coming from its wrist became even hotter.
"Save...me..."
"Stop pretending," Xiaolan snorted disdainfully, "I know you are not Zhang Boyin, you killed Zhang Boyin."
This time it was its turn, and the intense fear was about to overwhelm it.
"Let me ask you," Xiaolan stood up from the bed and dragged Huolian's body, "has anyone told you about me?"
Huolian knelt on the ground tremblingly, "You...you want to know this?"
"Are you going to say it or not?"
"Please let me go..." Huolian completely ignored the dignity of any god and knelt at Xiaolan's feet with a humble posture, "Let me go, I'll tell you."
Xiaolan smiled and shook her head helplessly.
"You may say it or not, but I can't let you go this time."