"me……"
The Taoist priest's situation was not completely transparent yet, and Baomu, who had been silent in the corner, suddenly murmured.
"How could...how could it be possible..."
Baomu held on to the damp stone wall and stretched his right hand forward in vain.
"That's... dad..."
So that's it.
"Could the sound we heard be..." The fool grabbed Baomu and looked at the Taoist Priest.
The Taoist priest nodded.
"So the sounds they each hear are different," Xiaoyin clapped her hands in sudden enlightenment. "Deep in the cave, there is the sound that impressed everyone most... Then why didn't I hear it?"
The sound that impressed me most?
Xiaolan reflected on the music and voices in her ears.
What is this? I don’t remember it at all. Why is it the most impressive thing?
"It seems that this hole will target each of us, we have to hurry up," the Taoist priest pulled Xiaolan who was hiding behind him, "Idiot, hold on to Baomu, we have to speed up, maybe..."
"There is light!" Xiaoyin's shout suddenly sounded.
Everyone looked at it, and from a distance, little yellow lights seemed to appear in the depths of the cave.
"That's the exit, there's still someone..."
Just as he was talking, the bright yellow light approached quickly, and no one could react in time. When the light enveloped his body, Xiaolan only had time to lightly grasp the corner of the Taoist priest's clothes before losing consciousness.
It's like entering a dream.
Xiaolan knew that she was dreaming, and everything that flashed before her eyes was so unreal.
Music is in my ears, voices are in my ears.
Listen clearly, this long music, it turns out...
Densely packed figures were moving in front of my eyes, and people were talking in a mess that I couldn't understand.
Is this your own memory?
"How did you come?"
A clear question suddenly sounded from behind.
Xiaolan turned around, and a white-haired old man stood in front of him. Unlike the hazy and unreal scenes around him, the image of the old man was extremely clear.
"This is... my memory?"
The old man's silver-white eyebrows stretched out, and he narrowed his bright eyes and smiled kindly.
"Just forget it..."
"I...I don't want to forget," Xiaolan eagerly took half a step closer, "Tell me, where is this place? Who am I?"
"You are Xiaolan, don't you know?"
"What did I forget? Please tell me, I..."
"You are too stubborn, child," the old man's smile disappeared, "This is not the place where you should appear, please leave..."
As he spoke, the old man's big hands pushed Xiaolan's shoulders. Xiaolan felt a force coming towards her, and her whole body seemed to be ejected. The music, voices, and the old man's last sigh gradually faded away.
When he woke up, he was lying on the ground, his head resting on the Taoist priest's thigh. Xiaolan looked around and saw that everyone was lying on the ground in various postures. No one had woken up except himself.
Even Taoist priests were not spared.
"Taoist...Taoist..." Xiaolan grabbed the Taoist's arm and shook it hard, "Everyone, wake up!"
"Xiaolan." The Taoist priest, who had his eyes closed tightly, softly called out her name.
"It's me, it's me," Xiaolan hurriedly helped the Taoist priest, "I'm fine..."
The Taoist Master slowly opened his eyes, and there was a trace of moisture in the corners of his eyes.
"Xiaolan, it's you..."
