In his sleep, Ling Huan noticed a strong feeling of weightlessness.
Because she hadn't woken up yet, she was still immersed in hallucinations. She dreamed that she fell from a high place, but she would sink and rise for a while, never falling to the ground. Similar to dreams of flying or falling, she had not had many dreams since she was fifteen or sixteen years old, but this time it was as if she had made up for all the previous episodes, and she didn't know when it would end. According to experience, she could always wake up the moment before landing, but her heart tightened with each ups and downs, and she could not get rid of this terrible dream no matter what.
Finally, a burst of stomach acid surged up from her throat, and she opened her eyes before being choked by gastric juice.
It sounded a little disgusting. The first thing she did after she woke up was that she had to swallow the contents of her stomach. The stomach acid burned her esophagus. Ling Huan touched his clothes and found that he was sweating.
She stood up and felt an inexplicable pain in her shoulders, as if she had had a fight with someone in a dream. She lit the candle and paced the room restlessly. How long she had been trapped here, she was barely conscious. The young master came again later, just to say some insignificant words, to provide ineffective comfort, to add some candles and so on. But after that day, Ling Huan no longer dared to make any move to escape. It took courage to even talk to the young master. The man knew everything but said nothing, which was enough to make one live in fear.
But the yearning for freedom will never go away.
It was daytime, Ling Hu still remembered - at least it seemed so. She had no idea how long it took to burn a candle, but it took the same amount of time to burn out a candle. She calculated the time of the young man's visit based on the length of the candles burning, and found that there was no regularity in his visit. The number and length of the candles burned each time were different. However, Ling Hu still discovered the clue.
No matter when she opens the door, what she sees outside the window must be daytime.
The lights were pale and diffuse, without any other color. Due to the height restriction of the window, she could never see what height the sun was at. It seems as if it has never welcomed the morning or sunset glow. The temperature here is almost constant, and Ling Huan never feels cold or hot. It was all too fixed, too unusual. Then there is only one possibility.
This scene is fake.
Therefore, Ling Hu believed that the entire space he was in was illusory and a landscape. She was most dangerous when the young master was there, because her every move was monitored, but she was safest when he wasn't around. What Ling Huan can also be sure of is that she is the only living person in this space, and the others are all controlled shikigami, or... mechas, because they seem to have no rationality of their own.
As soon as she woke up, the dream she had just had quickly receded like a tide. She tried hard to recall what she had dreamed about, but she couldn't remember it. She only remembered that she had fallen from a high place for no reason, and she didn't know whether it was from the roof. It's still in the clouds, but the scenery is spinning. The discomfort in her stomach was still there, so she put the candle aside and sat on the bed, not wanting to move anymore. Today's food was already placed on the floor at the door, but she had no appetite and the food was completely cold. She had been lying on the bed, her head feeling dizzy. She didn't know how long she had been lying there, but she got up from the bed and went to get the plate. When she put the plate on the table, she picked up her chopsticks and fiddled with the rice for a while, but still had no desire to eat.
……What's this?
There was black powder on the edge of the rice. She pressed her finger on it, dipped a little, and put it on the tip of the pen. Its breath was too light and Ling Huan couldn't smell anything, so she tried to lick it with the tip of her tongue. There is a strange rusty smell, could it be iron powder? But why is there iron powder in the rice? Even if the pots and pans are rusty, it shouldn't be like this. Unless this is not a big fan.
She pushed aside the vegetables and fiddled with them for a while, and found that the powder was mixed in the rice. As long as you soak it in the vegetable juice for a while, the "iron powder" will completely dissolve and no trace will be visible. If part of it hadn't been spilled on the rice this time, she wouldn't have been able to tell. Although he didn't know what it was, it was still very unappetizing to find foreign objects in the food, so Ling Hu had to pour them into the latrine. She knew it was wrong to waste food, but... please forgive her this time.
After a while, the old plates were taken away and a new meal was served. This time it was soup noodles. She stirred it for a while, and sure enough she saw some black impurities. These things slowly melted into the soup and disappeared. Is this a recent development? She didn't even notice. Because the dream stimulated her too much, she gave up the meal again.
She lay back on the bed, hoping she wouldn't dream of anything weird again this time.
Unfortunately, the opposite happened. She fell asleep easily, but returned to the bumpy dreamland again. This time, she could see clearly: her feet were hanging high in the sky, and below were the endless mountains and fields. Just as she was feeling frightened, a whistling sound suddenly came from above. Raising her head, the huge red bird grasped her shoulders and occasionally flapped its wings, carrying her soaring across the sky.
She was too scared to move, for fear that the big bird in her dream would throw her down.
There was something familiar about the bird's appearance. It was all red and fiery, making people sweat just by looking at it. The edges of its feathers are glowing with golden pearlescent light, which is very beautiful. Ling Huan suddenly realized that wasn't this exactly what his sister had described to him about the red bird in his dream? She was surprised because for some reason, the bird actually came into her dream. This was the first time in more than twenty years. By this time, a subtle sense of stability flowed into Ling Huan's heart, and she was no longer so afraid.
But at this moment, Big Bird let go of his hand.
Ling Quan immediately fell from the height, and the oncoming wind was so strong. The feeling of weightlessness brought her fear back to its peak, and the grass, trees and mountains in her field of vision were getting closer and closer. But at this moment, the big red bird swooped down again, grabbed her shoulders again, and took her high into the sky. This happened three or four times, and Ling Huan was frightened every time. She kept begging silently in her heart, hoping that this nightmare would end soon. At least in Yin Quan's dream, there had never been such a terrifying part.
After an unknown amount of time, Ling Huan finally opened his eyes and was covered in cold sweat again. She sat up suddenly from the bed, gasping for air. The contents in her stomach seemed to be really turbulent and overturned. Although there was not much left, they were struggling to be squeezed out of her throat and breathed in the air outside. Who can stand this back and forth? She felt terrible.
However, this abnormality... seems to have started when she stopped eating the food here.
Ling Huan was a little doubtful.
But people are like iron rice and steel, and it is impossible for her to eat nothing. Waiting for the next meal, she first picked out the powder that could be seen with the naked eye. Try not to eat vegetables and stuff more clean rice. She wasn't sure if there was any in the water, so she only dared to drink a small amount to maintain the necessary water in her body. It didn't take long for her to discover that the ups and downs in the dream were actually transmitted to reality. Sometimes she could feel faint dizziness just standing on the ground, coming one after another.
Ye Lingquan even suspected that she had been locked up for too long and suffered from some kind of mental illness, which made her unable to do anything in a hazy manner. Only eating meals with "iron powder" in them could temporarily return to normal. They treat themselves like medicine, but how is that possible? She didn't believe that the people of the Wuyong clan were so kind, and it would be nice if they didn't poison their food. Ling Huan was not troubled by his inability to distinguish the ingredients of the unknown powder. But what is certain is that Wuyong's people have kept her here, and there is no way they would waste food just to kill their own will. Maybe they were busy with other things right now and couldn't care about her.
There was another jolt, and Ling Huan lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground. Her head hurt, and it took a long time for her to return to normal. Just as she was about to get up, she suddenly saw something strange through the food delivery port under the door: the light in the corridor was orange.
It was that faint warm orange color that she was very familiar with, just like the sunsets she had witnessed countless times in the past twenty years.
Is it time for the sun to set? She was in a daze. Since arriving here, she has never had an accurate sense of time. She cannot delay any longer, otherwise the energy provided by her limited diet will eventually be exhausted. At this time, there was movement at the door. The food delivery shikigami arrived, and she saw a dinner plate and a pair of familiar paws. For some reason, Ling Huan felt a special courage in her heart. She suddenly crawled over and grabbed the claws on both sides of the dinner plate. There was a fierce struggle from the other side of the door, but no shouting, like a mute. Ling Huan made up his mind and refused to let go until his death. But the guy was still very strong. He broke free with one hand, and the other hand was still tightly held by Ling Huan's right hand - it was the arm with special power.
A small burst of electricity ran through Ling Yu's spine like termites. At that moment, she seemed to see the scene outside, and a door appeared at the intersection of her eyes. She was very familiar with it. It was exactly the door in front of her, but she only saw it from the outside. She squeezed the monster's hand tighter, as if she was burying her consciousness into the other person's body along her fingers. She saw what Shikigami saw.
Ling Hu has an idea. She tried to command the monster and succeeded. She asked her to raise her free hand and slowly reach towards the door bolt. Although the monster struggled a bit midway, Ling Hu still managed it. The terrifying-looking claws were quite dexterous, and they gently opened the door bolt. At this time, Ling Huan's front suddenly lost resistance, the door was knocked open by her weight, and the monster was also knocked aside.
She's out! On your own!
She rushed to the corridor excitedly and saw the shikigami lying twisted in the corner without attacking. People in the Wuyong clan probably thought that she had no ability to attack, so they would not let these monsters attack. She didn't care too much and ran frantically down the corridor, searching for the route she had remembered. A hazy yellow floated in the room, and the color became darker and darker. Obviously, it's afternoon now, approaching evening! For the first time, she was so happy to witness the change of time.
The layout here is very complicated, but it is a little different from what I remember. She ran wildly, pushing aside everything that stood in her way. When his right hand came into contact with their chests, they were all knocked to the ground by the force. Soon, she discovered an unusual route that she had not noticed during her last escape. She ran over without hesitation, exploring the meaning of freedom in the increasingly dark room. The air was stuffy, but it was getting fresher and fresher. She believed that she was very close to the vast world!
The air became humid, some unusual whistling sounds echoed in my ears, and the sky became darker. The whole space was still heaving, but she wasn't afraid. No matter what she saw next, she would not be afraid. Is there anything more suffocating than being deprived of your freedom?
Rushing out of the eaves, she was enveloped in the darkness of the long-awaited reunion.
— and the belated truth.
It's the thick fog and the roar of the river. A huge ship was carried forward by the fog, and it was unknown where it was going.
Despair and darkness come at the same time.
