The only sound in my ears is the sound of my own shoes hitting the floor, kick...tap...kick...tap...
Xiaolan held the medicine mortar with both hands. She lowered her head and glanced at the medicine mortar, then raised her head and looked at the blank walls on both sides.
The walls on both sides extended forward infinitely, leading to a long corridor with no end in sight. The corridor was completely silent, except for the sound of her heartbeat and breathing, which were particularly obvious.
Xiaolan understood immediately.
"Ah..." She blinked, "I'm dreaming."
This is her dream.
"That's great," Xiaolan weighed the medicine mortar in his hand, "It really came in."
But the question is...where is this place?
Before Xiaolan could recall where she had seen this long corridor, suddenly, there was a bang, and there was a sound not far ahead.
Xiaolan didn't hesitate much and ran towards the direction where the sound came from.
a door.
The sound came from a door that appeared on the wall. The door was ajar, and no light came through the crack.
Do I want to go in?
Xiaolan put her ear close to the door.
Can't hear anything.
"Hmm...that's weird."
Xiaolan raised her hand and pushed open the door. At the same time, a gentle morning light passed through the door and hit Xiaolan's cheek.
Inside is a hotel room.
Xiaolan frowned and looked inside. The layout of this room was similar to the room they lived in. The room was clean and tidy. No one should have checked in yet. A light breeze flowed in from outside the window screen, and the breeze passed through the entire room, flowing smoothly.
It swayed far away from Xiaolan's ear.
So comfortable and harmonious.
But... was what I saw really the experience of the deceased Qiqiao? No matter who that person was, that person’s last memory was this hotel room?
Not a little strange.
Xiaolan was just about to walk in, but she saw something behind the curtain seemed to move slightly. Xiaolan only heard a gentle meow, and then, the door in front of her slowly closed.
"Hey!..." Xiaolan reached out and pushed the door open, "Don't close it! I still want to..."
The force of closing the door was stronger than Xiaolan's. Soon, there was another bang and the door was closed.
Not only did it close, the moment Xiaolan blinked, the door suddenly disappeared, and the original brown wooden door turned into a snow-white wall. Xiaolan lay on the wall and waited for a while before standing up again.
He turned around and examined the strange situation in front of him.
What does this dream mean?
Hotel room, summer wind, and a cat meowing.
Is this the memory of the deceased Qiqiao?
Or...my own memories?
Xiaolan walked forward step by step along the corridor. Finally, she heard other sounds.
Not far away, there was the sound of fierce fighting.
Xiaolan started running.
Just ahead!
The end of the corridor slowly turned from white to brown, and then from brown to blood red. Xiaolan ran to the end out of breath, and saw another world.
In front of his eyes, there were countless red threads interspersed horizontally and vertically.
Those red threads passed in front of him, and they were so densely packed that they seemed to form a scarlet net, trying to catch everything in the bag.
"ah!……"
"Well!……"
"Master!...Ah!..."
"Help!..."
Screams spread.
Xiaolan looked at the almost hellish scene in front of her, surprised, but not too surprised.
The place where he was standing was the poison ivy room in Qiqiao Mansion, where this medicine mortar came from.
Apart from himself, there were more than a dozen people in the room, all of them looking in pain, lying on the ground struggling, or staring blankly at their chests, looking at the red blood holes that suddenly appeared there.
His face looked confused.
Xiaolan felt her body running towards those people.
"Senior brother!..." He threw himself next to a man who was bleeding and convulsing, "Senior brother!...Senior brother!..."
"Junior brother..." Thick plasma gurgled out of the man's mouth. He clenched his hands tightly and looked at himself with cracked eyes, "Run... run..."
Before he finished speaking, his body twitched again, and the power from his hand immediately relaxed. The man rolled his eyes and died.
"Senior brother!..." He cried bitterly, sounding like a young boy, "No...Master, he...he..."
"Master trusts thieves easily! My seven skills are going to die!" A man who struggled for a long time raised his head, two tears of blood flowed down his cheeks and into his hair, "My seven skills are red-pointed! You cannot grant them to outsiders! No way!"
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"Elder brother!..." Looking at the man's miserable state, he cried until his whole body turned cold, "Nothing can happen to you...Master will not give up on us, Master will save us..."
"Brother! Go quickly!..." The man vomited a large mouthful of blood, "Go from behind quickly!... Before those people poison you, hurry up... ah!..."
I watched helplessly as a red blood flower bloomed on the man's left chest, as if something had penetrated him. The blood almost splashed onto his face. The man stared and froze for a few seconds, and then fell down with a plop.
Got off.
scream.
He screamed desperately, holding his head and retreating helplessly.
Afraid...afraid...
All dead...
Only...me is left...
His legs were already weak. After taking two staggering steps, he fell to his knees on the ground, dragging his legs, crying and crawling on the ground.
Xiaolan suddenly saw a familiar medicine mortar.
This is the medicine mortar!
Right at your fingertips!
Right here...
In an instant, a cold feeling ran through his chest.
puff--
Hot liquid splashed out from his left chest like a fountain.
He fell down.
His hand just happened to touch the medicine mortar.
Yao Ji recorded his story.
The world in front of her eyes was gradually occupied by the dazzling red color, and Xiaolan felt firsthand the pain, fear, severe pain, and despair of the man before his death.
It's so hard to extricate yourself, as if... you died like this.
Was it really just the Qiqiao man who died just now?
Not yourself?
Are you alive? Or dead?
Is this pain real? Or fake?
"Meow!--"
In the blood-red field, a flash of bright white suddenly appeared.
The white shadow was like light and lightning, coming from a distance quickly and running in front of him.
It's a white cat.
Golden eyes.
"Meow!--"
The white cat gave a sharp cry, raised its paws, and clawed at Xiaolan.
Xiaolan closed her eyes subconsciously.
Complete silence.
Open your eyes again.
Xiaolan held the medicine mortar in her arms and looked at the snow-white ceiling, breathing heavily. The sweat on her forehead had soaked the pillow. Two even and familiar breathing sounds came from her ears.