As he was whispering, the scene around him began to change a little. He looked at the corridors and saw a layer of old and dim wallpaper. The wallpaper was full of flowers. It didn't look like a contemporary product. It had an old aesthetic. .
He looked at the corridor in front of him that seemed to be twisted. The walls began to change according to the nodes. They extended at a certain position, making the corridor distorted.
He watched as the corridor widened and became less like a corridor. He watched as the surrounding area changed into a room with no entrance or exit.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, and furniture began to appear in the room.
The walls seemed to be liquefied at this moment, and the furniture was spit out from the walls. The furniture moved out little by little, filling the surroundings of the room, and giving the room a somewhat lived-in look.
In front of Chen Qing, there was a desk with a light on, and the lamp illuminated the tabletop.
To the left of the desk, there is a bookshelf full of books, and the top of that bookshelf is empty.
He turned his head and looked behind him. There was a leather sofa behind him, and a lot of the color on that sofa had faded.
There seemed to be a figure left on the sofa. The person seemed to have been sitting there for a long time, leaving a mark on the sofa.
"Just trap me here?"
He turned back, looked at the desk, and walked up.
When he got closer, he saw an envelope with a simple color placed on the desk.
The lamp shone on the envelope, as if it were highlighted.
"Do you want me to read this letter?"
He breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out his chair and sat at the desk. He picked up the letter. The seal on the envelope was still there and had not been opened.
He gently shook the envelope and broke off the ink pad left on the envelope.
He used the light to pull out the paper from the envelope.
I saw the words written on it.
"Why, why didn't you die?"
He looked at the words written in black ink on it. The handwriting was extremely familiar to him, but when he stared at the handwriting, he felt that he had never seen it before.
Where is this and what does it want to say?
He frowned, but at this moment, he heard a loud voice from behind.
The sound was deafening, like something collapsing.
He looked back, his eyes slightly glazed over.
There, the sofa that was supposed to be standing against the wall fell backwards, and the huge roar was also caused by it.
The sofa seemed to be solid, with its backrest folded in half.
Also behind the sofa, the wall that should have existed disappeared. There, a tunnel as wide as the room appeared. He frowned and wanted to see the end of the tunnel, but there seemed to be a corner in the tunnel, making the light Unreachable.
"What's hidden behind the tunnel..."
He whispered, his eyes suddenly stopping on the envelope.
In the letter, the words written in Juanxiu's handwriting seemed to have become larger.
"Why do you live?"
He looked stunned for a moment, as if he saw a rainy night pouring down one day.
He watched the squirming entity approaching step by step, and looked at her twisted and swollen face as she asked in a fishy tone: "Why are you still alive?"
He shook his head to clear away the messy thoughts in his mind. He focused his eyes on himself again, put away the envelope in his hand, and walked towards the tunnel.
As we entered the tunnel, the lights in the room behind us were turned off.
He looked in front of him, and as soon as he passed the corner, a light appeared instantly.
At the end after the corner, there is another room.
In that room, there is a person.
She sat with her back to the tunnel, slim and straight, her arms moving on the desk.
She seemed to be writing something, and she seemed to be waiting for something.
Chen Qing slowed down and walked into the room about ten meters behind her.
He didn't step forward, he just looked at the girl sitting at the desk.
After the two of them waited like this for three to five minutes, the girl lowered her arm, and a soft click came from the desk.
She seemed to have put down her pen, a slightly thick pen.
The sound was particularly clear on the table.
"Why can you survive?" Her voice was calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
"Because I'm lucky?" He looked at the girl's back and his fingers were already searching his pockets.
No, but not a single non-relic was found in his pocket.
His expression was solemn, and he began to lose some memories in his mind.
He just felt that this scene was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
That memory should be unforgettable, but I just forgot about it.
He staggered two steps and began to retreat slowly.
He saw the woman in front of him folding her hands, putting her right hand on her left hand, and placing her two hands parallel to the table top.
He watched the girl sitting quietly and started to tilt her head back. Her eyes appeared in front of Chen Qing. Her upside-down face was level with the young man. The two stared at each other expressionlessly for a long time. A smile suddenly appeared on the girl's face.
There was clearly a smile on that face. He watched as her face began to swell and many pustules began to appear on her limbs.
The originally slender and white limbs could not even look human at this moment.
Her hands slipped from the desk. Those two hands were actually much longer than ordinary people. After hanging down, the two hands were dragged on the ground, with a length of about six or seven centimeters tilted.
Chen Qing looked around. The whole room began to become gloomy and dark. Wherever he looked, the scenes began to distort and appear unusually strange.
Those standing vases are no longer supported by the bottom of the vase. Their whole bodies are twisted, and their mouths are buckled down, like half Klein bottles.
He looked at the bookshelves. The straight wooden shelves of the bookshelves had become abnormally twisted, and the flat parts of the bookshelves had become extremely sharp.
He watched everything around him start to spin. He watched the lights in the room become colorful, and the places those lights illuminated seemed to be alive.
The irradiated books slowly climbed up, and they were crawling on the ground supported by countless fine tentacles, about a few centimeters long.
The carpets that were irradiated began to twist their bodies and began to curl into a slightly raised hill.
He looked at the tens of thousands of tiny eyes opened on those carpets. The eyes were evenly distributed on the entire hill, but the eyes were large and small, and they were scattered unevenly.
Chen Qing looked down at his feet. He felt the dizziness coming from his mind. His feet were already stumbling uncontrollably. He took a few steps back. The moment he retreated into the tunnel, he looked at the scene in the room. Everything is normal again.
He looked at the girl sitting in front of the desk, her hands folded as if there had never been any change.
He looked at the desks and mutated furniture lying there as they were.
"What the hell...is going on?" He murmured in a low voice, looking at the girl in the room.
"Who are you?" He whispered, and took out the letter from his pocket with clever fingers.
"Why can I live?" He looked at the man and began to slowly step back.
He looked over there, and a soft female voice suddenly echoed in the room.
“Don’t look at one thing for too long, don’t set foot in foreign lands, don’t violate principles, and don’t lie.”
Her voice was calm, and the voice kept echoing in the room. Chen Qing staggered as he retreated, and then slowly stopped.
He looked at the woman's figure with a slightly surprised expression.
He always felt that some long-distant memories had been forgotten in his mind, and some recent memories could not be recalled.
He remembered standing in the monastery with Bu Zhaozhao, and he remembered stepping into the promotion ceremony of non-relics.
But he always felt that he had forgotten. He had forgotten what secret he used as the key to promotion.
He realized clearly at this moment that the key seemed particularly important.
"Do I need to retrieve the secret of the promotion ceremony?"
He looked at the girl's back. After looking at it for about a second or two, he moved his gaze to the candlelight. He saw that the candlelight seemed to be dull this time.
The candlelight swayed quietly, illuminating the girl's skirt, and the light blue skirt swayed gently on her feet.
"You still need to retrieve another memory."
She spoke, and there was a smile on her face that Chen Qing couldn't see.
"What do I need to get back?"
"That's what you need to find."
He frowned and looked back behind him. At the end of the passage behind him, there was a light shining on him.
"What is a foreign land?"
"It's a foreign land."
He turned around and asked again: "Why are you helping me?"
"Because I never wanted to kill you in the first place."
The girl said and stood up from the desk: "I didn't want to kill you at all. I still want to beg you. How could you die like this?"
Chen Qing frowned as he listened. He clearly remembered that the girl...
Wait, why do I think she tried to kill me?
He was stunned for a moment. He felt the chill coming from his fingertips. He looked at his fingertips, which turned white as he was holding the letter.
"You...what did I forget?"
His face turned pale, and he stepped back step by step. He turned around and started running in the tunnel.
He ran through the passage, but what he saw was not the secret room before. He watched the world in front of him turn into a piece of yellow sand, with no end in sight.
Chen Qing was stunned for a moment. He looked behind him again. The light behind him had gone out around the corner.
"What is fraud."
At this moment, a voice suddenly came out in Chen Qing's mind.
The voice seemed to be his own, but it had never been so unfamiliar.
"What is fraud."
After hearing those words, he searched the yellow sand for a moment.
