Door after door.
Hanged to death, stabbed to death, disembowelled, disembowelled...
Different death postures, Xiaolan has seen several of them among them.
The world is turning around again and again, is Madam going to experience death again and again like this?
After closing the last door, Xiaolan stopped running.
Her hands hung helplessly in front of her, she turned her head, silently walked a few steps, and fell to her knees with a plop.
"see that."
A man's whisper suddenly sounded in the empty dark space.
Xiaolan immediately recognized it. It was a voice asking for the source.
Being trapped in a strange space is so familiar.
Could it be that what Qiu Yuan said is true? Everyone sees different scenes when they are trapped.
"Do you still want to persist?" Qiuyuan's low voice contained a smile, "Isn't the ending already in your heart?"
Xiaolan could feel the despair flowing in this body.
Is there so much sadness hidden under those thin and pale shoulders?
Xiaolan didn't know how many failures she had experienced alone.
Boom.
Something broke.
"Bang."
The body's hands were balled into fists and pressed against the ground.
Wet and hot liquid slid down his face, fell to the ground, and splashed on his hands.
"I lost."
The girl's voice, simple and light, abandoned her emotions and floated out like a cloud.
The surroundings suddenly lit up.
The door disappeared.
There seemed to be several beams of light shining at him from all directions at the same time. A man slowly walked out of the dazzling light.
The man came behind him, and Xiaolan felt a hand touch his shoulder, gradually pressing it down.
The other hand was like a cold and sticky snake, sliding down his neck to his cheek.
"It doesn't matter, it's not that scary..." The hand rubbed his skin a few times and gently pinched the corner of his chin, "I will give you a better skin."
A sharp pain shot through my face.
"ah!--"
Xiaolan screamed, and the girl's scream and her own scream sounded in her ears at the same time. The screams mixed together made Xiaolan regain her sense of reality.
"What's wrong with you?!...Wake up!...Liao Yilan?..."
Liao Yilan.
own name.
It's almost time to wake up.
This dream was too painful and too real. Xiaolan tried her best to get rid of it. The moment she heard her name, the feeling of clarity flooded into her mind.
"I...ha...ha...dream..."
Xiaolan opened her eyes, her forehead covered with a thin layer of sweat. The surrounding scenery was the same as before she fell asleep, except that Jasmine was flapping her wings desperately in front of her eyes.
"Are you awake? Are you okay? You are awake, right..."
"Wake up, wake up," Xiaolan gasped slightly, "I'm dreaming again, this time it should be about her experience."
Xiaolan said, turning to look at the woman lying flat on the sofa.
"What has she experienced?" Jasmine asked hurriedly.
"She should be like us, a person seeking answers in this world." Xiaolan focused her eyes on the scarlet face that had lost her face. "She experienced many failures, and finally gave up, so she was forever Being trapped here, my face has been peeled off by Qiu Yuan, and it has become one of the tools for Qiu Yuan."
Jasmine was surprisingly not surprised, but frowned and looked at the woman.
"Many failures..."
"Every time, Madam dies," Xiaolan's voice sounded sad. "Qiu Yuan trapped her and made her face Madam's death over and over again. She couldn't stand it anymore..."
Xiaolan and Jasmine leaned closer to the woman, their dark eyes still wide and seemed to be twinkling.
"Alas -" Jasmine sighed softly, seemingly unable to express her sympathy.
"Just say what you want to say, I won't think you're being pretentious."
"Shut up."
Xiaolan shut up obediently, thought for a few seconds, and reached out to hold the woman's left hand.
Cold, but soft, just like an ordinary girl's hands.
You must have felt relieved when you were killed by Huozhen.
But becoming a part of this world means being like this world, repeating itself in cycles without an end.
"You have done a good job," Xiaolan patted the back of her hand, "It's just that you lack companions."
Because I have a companion.
Xiaolan raised her eyes and secretly glanced at Jasmine, and narcissistically felt that Jasmine should also peek at herself.
If there was no jasmine...
If there is no Xiaolan...
"If I were alone, I would not last longer than you," Xiaolan smiled, seeing the woman's eyes trembling, "You are great, don't be afraid, we are also your companions, we will take you out .”
Jasmine said nothing, but silently fell into the woman's other hand.
Another liquid rolled down from the woman's exposed eye sockets, but this time it was transparent.
Xiaolan's smile is like an angel's.
But the woman still refused to say anything.
Xiaolan leaned against the corner of the bedroom and hugged her chest, thinking in distress, "How did Qiuyuan kill Madam before she appeared? At least she has to tell us this."
Jasmine sat on the windowsill aside and didn't want to talk to Xiaolan. She was very touched just now, but now she felt that Xiaolan had deceived her with her feelings.
The master's attitude affected Ling, and Oscar stood on the window sill and puffed his cheeks aggressively at Xiaolan.
"Listen to me and explain again," Xiaolan stretched out her hand to attract Jasmine's attention, but was almost bitten by Oscar, "My feelings just now were all sincere, and they were true. Although they did have some purpose, they didn't Do not conflict……"
Jasmine snorted and flapped her wings disdainfully.
"It's almost dark, how about we..."
"Then will you take her out?" Jasmine interrupted angrily.
It turns out she was struggling with this!
Jasmine, who had turned into a butterfly, had lost her physical strength. It was difficult to keep herself safe, let alone carry an adult woman.
All this can only be counted on Xiaolan.
"Ah, of course," Xiaolan showed off her non-existent unicorn arm, "I will drive you all home in a colorful wheelchair."
Do you really think of me as a scumbag?
Jasmine's attitude softened, and Oscar also relaxed and sat on the window sill.
"Go on," Xiaolan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair, "We have also seen some of the deaths she witnessed. She didn't exist at that time, so she must be more than just a tool for seeking sources."
"But only fire can really kill Madam." Jasmine continued.
Xiaolan nodded, "It would be nice if she could say something..."
Back to this dead end again.
Xiaolan was holding her chin in deep thought, but Oscar suddenly seemed to hear something. His ears perked up and he jumped off the window sill and ran towards the living room.
Dark night has fallen, and the full moon outside the window is shining brightly. There are no lights in the living room, but the moonlight illuminates the room extremely brightly.
This is probably the only full moon night in the three worlds.
When Xiaolan entered the living room, she heard a terrible sound coming from the sofa.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Like bones trembling, like a curse before death.
What did she want to say!
Oscar bounced around the woman.
"She said...he wanted to raise seeds. On a full moon night, he wanted to raise seeds..."
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