The push from the flowers was not heavy, but Xiaolan still rushed forward.
His feet suddenly landed on the ground, Xiaolan staggered, and finally stabilized his body.
Damp bluestone.
Xiaolan looked up and saw the familiar covered bridges with flying eaves, pavilions and pavilions.
He returned to the classical courtyard of the flowers, but he entered the consciousness of the flowers from the black room, and now he stood in the open space between the huts.
The light rain stopped again, and there were large and small pools of water on the ground. The houses, the stone slabs, and the gloomy weather all remained unchanged.
Xiaolan's eyes glanced farther away.
Except there.
At the far end of the sight, there is no longer a cookie-cutter hut, but a well.
The well stood in the middle of the courtyard and had a strong presence. The part of the circular well above the ground was covered with vines. The plants poked out from the well and climbed densely on the neck wall, but they did not touch the ground at all.
Hua Cong said, now we can see what she looks like.
Could it be that she was waiting for him in the well?
"Here comes the flower bush."
Xiaolan didn't expect Hua Cong to talk to her, so she took a deep breath and walked towards the well.
"Xiaolan."
The flowers called her, and Xiaolan stopped and looked up at the sky.
"What's wrong with the flowers?"
"Miaomiao...are you okay?"
The few words the little girl said before she died came back to Xiaolan's mind. What should I say? Miaomiao was gone, and the children were also missing.
"Miao Miao's father...won't do this anymore," Xiao Lan hesitated, "Miao Miao is finally free and no longer has to do the things she hates. She should be very happy."
"Really?"
Xiaolan nodded vigorously, "It's true, Miao Miao must be very happy now."
"Ah... that's great," Hua Cong said with infinite regret in her voice, "I've never seen that child happy before."
"Hua Cong, are you in the well?"
Hua Cong was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "I'm scary, I might scare you."
"I'm not afraid."
"Then why did you stop?"
"Because I want to ask for your permission," Xiaolan responded patiently, "I don't want to reveal your scars, for fear that you will be unhappy."
"Xiaolan, do you really want to save me?"
Xiaolan sneered in her mind and thought, I almost lost my life. Why? You are asking me this now?
"I must save you."
The atmosphere became quiet, Xiaolan raised her head, her eyes were a little sour.
"Then come and see me, Xiaolan," Hua Cong's voice slowly disappeared from her ears, "I'm in the well."
Xiaolan clenched her fists and started walking towards the ancient well. As she gradually approached the well, Xiaolan felt that the temperature was gradually rising.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
The air became warm and dry, and Xiaolan stepped forward step by step, feeling as if she was approaching a flame.
fire.
There was a flash of fire from the well, Xiaolan quickened her pace and came to the mouth of the well, looking down.
"Xiaolan, are you really not afraid of me?"
The well was filled with flames, burning quietly. In the middle of the flames stood a man who was burned beyond recognition, looking up at the world outside the well with his chin raised.
The well was not deep, and the man seemed to be standing right in front of him.
The flames licked her body unhurriedly, and her skin fell off piece by piece. The pink flesh exposed at the peeling places was quickly burned black by the flames.
She looked up and looked outside, a pair of black eyes shining on her bloody face.
Her right hand was still on her stomach.
"Hua Cong..." Xiaolan called out in a low voice, and her throat was choked.
"Am I... ugly and scary?"
Those beautiful flowers...
The burning sensation she had experienced in her dream rose up from beneath her body, entangling her and stimulating her.
"I'll rescue you now!"
Xiaolan stretched out her arm towards the flowers in the flames. As soon as her arm touched the wall of the well, the fire seemed to be alive, climbing along Xiaolan's arm towards her body.
Xiaolan was so shocked by the instant pain that she quickly retracted her hand.
"What's going on?" Xiaolan looked at the flames that seemed calm but actually looked like poisonous snakes in surprise.
"This is the last level of the world," Hua Cong's voice began to hoarse, "The rule here is... if you want to save me, you must sacrifice yourself first."
Xiaolan was stunned, Hua Cong's words exploded in her ears like muffled thunder.
A world where one life changes for another?
The rules of the world are really completely random and not subject to the will of the master.
But success was just around the corner, and he couldn't give up on saving Hua Cong no matter what.
Not only for my own mission, but also for the flowers, for the flower branches, and for the people who put a little bit of hope in me.
Even if I die in this world, it won't have any impact on me in reality.
"Then use my life in exchange for yours, Hua Cong."
Xiaolan said, and at the same time, she rushed to the well again, leaned most of her body into the well, and passed her arms far away.
It's not long enough!
A big mushroom suddenly swelled up in the quiet flames, and the flames were like ghost hands sticking out from the crack of the door to hell after it was opened, grabbing Xiaolan's back directly.
Xiaolan even smelled her own skin burning.
"I can't catch you, Huazong."
Hua Cong hesitated and raised his arm, but there was still some distance between the arm and his fingertips.
"Raise the flowers a little higher..."
Xiaolan bit her lower lip and lay down at the mouth of the well, stretching her upper body into the well where the flames were raging.
The flames swept across Xiaolan's face, and she felt that her skin should also have been burned and curled up.
Huazong's big black eyes trembled.
"Xiaolan, you...may die. It's really possible this time..."
"Raise your arms, Huazong!" Xiaolan coughed ferociously, and the black smoke had already entered the mouth and nose. The smoke produced by the flame burning himself choked himself. It was really ridiculous and sad.
The fingertips seemed to have been charred. Xiaolan watched in horror as the color of her outstretched hand gradually changed, but she did not retract her hand.
"Don't you want to come out! Don't you want to leave here?" Xiaolan screamed toward the flowers, "What are you doing! I'm saving you with my own life, what are you doing!"
Why is she still so kind even after she died?
Why don't you think about yourself?
Why are you still worried about me getting hurt?
This is a flower bush that makes people angry, a flower bush that makes people feel distressed.
A familiar sour feeling climbed into the corner of her eyes, and a wet tear fell from her pupil. Xiaolan watched her tears fly towards their fingertips. The burning flame did not evaporate it, but instead reflected colorful light.
The tear fell from the gap between their fingertips.
The colored light reflected by the flames surrounded it, and it passed through the flames. Wherever it went, the flames "sizzled" out.
It doesn't seem so hot around here.
Finally, Xiaolan pounced hard, and their palms finally met.
I finally touched you, Huazong.
