Dai Yuan grabbed another handful. This time she clearly saw that she had grabbed the woman's arm, but her hand was still empty.
At the beginning of the night, the sweetheart with red makeup and a palm lamp is smiling, her red lips are white and her teeth are too many. The sound of a lover pushing a cup and placing a lamp, the sound of an eternal story, the yellow paper transcript, the tears of the candle, the wine, the cold weather, the history has no name for me.
…
The woman was still singing softly, as if nothing had happened.
Dai Yuan became anxious and hugged the woman from behind with both hands. She clearly aimed at the target, but there was still nothing in her arms.
Amazing, amazing, really amazing, Dai Yuan walked into the guests again, she grabbed a strand of hair of a guest and pulled it out hard...
It didn't matter that he pulled it out. He stumbled backwards and almost fell down. His hands were empty. Where was his hair... Dai Yuan looked at her empty hands in surprise.
Yuehua and the others saw all this clearly.
Yuehua went up and kicked over the guests' table... She dropped down and threw the wine jar on the ground... Ruhua went over to support Dai Yuan's unstable body...
As a result, everyone's actions were in vain, everything remained as before, singing happily, dancing slowly, concentrating on silk and bamboo, singing softly and chanting the drunken gold basin...
Dai Yuan and the four people gathered together. They had never encountered such a situation before. Everything in front of them was so real. Their smiles, their hair, their expressions, their faces, and even the wrinkles on their faces were all clear.
Chu...
It's obviously real but it can't be real anymore, how could it be...
Is it an hallucination? It’s not surprising if one person sees it, but if four people see it at the same time, the hallucination is inexplicable.
No matter how smart Luota is, he still doesn't understand what's going on.
Dai Yuan thought for a while and suddenly realized that it was not an illusion, but an illusion! Just like a mirage, maybe it was moonlight, maybe it was candlelight, maybe it was starlight, maybe it was the copper wall, anyway, it was refracted into this illusion!
After a while, the candlelight dimmed, and the woman's voice gradually disappeared...
It was as if the wine was gone and the night was over, and all the guests gradually dispersed... There was only a crescent moon in the sky, as new as water!
The sacrificial city has returned to its previous tranquility.
It seems as if all the noise never happened, or turned into smoke and disappeared forever...or the past has gone away like flowing clouds in the wind...
In short, everything here is the same as before...