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"The Son of Light..." It was obvious that Wengling had reservations about whether the Son of Light's light was strong enough to defeat those eyes, but she still said, "But the Son of Light is not with us at the moment."
"I...I can give it a try," Baomu pursed his lips, but his voice was firm, "Do you still remember how I brought the Son of Light into reality?"
After Baomu said it, everyone remembered that the Son of Light was not a product of reality. He was brought back by Baomu from the Ten-Day Banquet and was a product of the game world.
"So..." The fool somewhat understood Baomu's intention.
"Since I can bring Xiaoguang from the game world to the real world, maybe I can also bring it here from the real world," Baomu said, "It's just... Wen Ling, I may need your help. A favor."
"Okay," Wen Ling agreed immediately, "What should I do?"
Wen Ling shuffled towards Bao Mu. Bao Mu held Xia Ni in his arms, and the smell of Wen Ling's blood gradually became stronger in his nose.
Baomu suddenly felt so painful.
Everything around him made him feel so painful.
Why are things like this?
I really want to escape...
But, you can't escape...
The darkness in front of him suddenly turned bright red.
Familiar pictures jumped into Baomu's consciousness. They were things that tortured him in dreams over and over again...
Why am I remembering it now...
Baomu raised a hand and pressed his temple. He could feel the pulse beating crazily under his fingertips.
It seems that even if I don't look directly into those divine eyes, the power of prying into people's hearts still affects me.
My nightmare is like an ocean volcano under the calm water, rushing towards the sea level.
"Baomu, are you okay?" Wen Ling and Fool both came over, "What's wrong with you?"
"I...I'm fine," Baomu rubbed his face vigorously, "I'm just...just a little tired."
"Hold on a little longer," Wen Ling said softly, "Baomu, what do you want me to do for you?"
"Oh, yes, help..." Baomu straightened his back, "Wen Ling, I want to borrow your eyes."
"Well," Wen Ling, instead of questioning it, seemed to have already guessed the answer, and nodded calmly, "How can I borrow it?"
"You just need to... help me find the traces of the Son of Light." Baomu's hand reached forward. Upon seeing this, Wenling reached out and took Baomu's hand, "Because I can't open my eyes. If I open my eyes, If I open my eyes... I'm afraid I'll die."
"Don't open your eyes, I'll help you find it," Wenling squeezed Baomu's hand, "It's just... I'm worried... because I don't have the same connection with the Sons of Light as you do, I'm afraid..."
"It doesn't matter, let's try it first anyway," the fool comforted the two, "but don't be too forced."
The two nodded together.
Baomu put his hands flat on the ground, preparing to open the circle of knowledge. Fool squatted down, intending to pull Xia Ni away, but at this time, Xia Ni, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly spoke.
"I... let me try too," Xia Ni's mood was surprisingly stable, "I think I can help too."
The fool looked at Xia Ni in surprise, "Xia Ni, you...are you okay?"
"I'm sorry, I... troubled you just now," Xia Ni closed her eyes and apologized politely, "I also want to help."
The fool looked at Baomu hesitantly. As if he felt the look in the fool's eyes, Baomu shook his head and said, "It's okay. It won't have any impact if you stay in the ring... I just might see or hear something unexpected." Things other than that.”
The fool retreated to a place far away from the three people by himself, and looked at the three people from afar uneasily.
A dazzling golden halo flashed, and the fool turned his head to cover his eyes. After a few seconds, he looked again and saw the three of them sitting where they were. The golden circle of knowledge seemed to be more dazzling than usual. Surrounded by a halo of light, the person looks small and holy.
The first person to make some moves was Wen Ling.
Wen Ling, who was sitting cross-legged next to Bao Mu, suddenly tilted his upper body and fell to the other side.
The fool was so anxious that he squinted his eyes and looked carefully.
Wen Ling opened his eyes.
Wen Ling's eyes only opened two narrow gaps, and blood continuously crowded out from those two gaps.
Wen Ling tried to open her eyes wider so that she could see more clearly, but it hurt too much. It hurt too much.
Wen Ling used her other hand to support the ground. She grinned and began to sob.
Tears and blood spread on her beautiful face.
The fool was so sad that he wanted to cry.
"I...I can't find it..." The fool couldn't hear Wen Ling's voice. He could only see Wen Ling's lips trembling slightly, as if he said something like this, "I'm sorry... I can't find it..." …”
"Wenling, I'm sorry..." Baomu also cried, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."
Even so, you still can't find it?
The fool sniffed and sat down on the cold ground.
His body also began to become cold.
This feeling is not the first time, even a dull person like a fool knows what this feeling means.
This is the feeling of despair.
There's nothing we can do, there's really nothing we can do.
The fool shed tears silently for a while. After a few minutes, he wiped the tears on his face carelessly, sniffed, and stood up.
He walked towards the Zhihua Circle.
If you really can't leave here, at least, you want to be next to them.
At least he wanted to die next to his companions.
However, the moment the fool stepped into the circle of knowledge, Xia Ni suddenly jumped up from the ground. He pointed at the void in front of him and shouted loudly with a broken voice.
"I found it..." Xia Ni didn't open her eyes, but seemed to be able to see things they couldn't see, "I found it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone could react, a red lightning flashed out of Xia Ni's outstretched hand. The lightning left a bright red trace in mid-air and then disappeared.
The fool stood there, not daring to move.
After a while, where the red lightning disappeared, a dark mist gradually emerged.
The mist dissipated slowly, like a black cotton wool being torn apart bit by bit. The mist condensed into the shape of a door. Something was shaking inside the door, but it couldn't be seen clearly.
Wen Ling was bleeding all over and looked like she was on the verge of death. She gritted her teeth and climbed towards the door with all her limbs on the ground.
She stared at the door.
"Did you see it?" Xia Ni asked nervously, "Wen Ling, can you see it?"
"I can see..." Wen Lingqi was like a gossamer, but his eyes were bright, "I...I saw..."
Suddenly, the scene inside the door became clear.
Countless familiar scenes flashed past, as if the door was experiencing a space travel. Finally, another slightly faded wooden door appeared inside.
That was the door to the hotel room they stayed in before entering this world.
The door opened.
Everything inside the door came into view.
Wardrobes, slippers, carpets, their scattered luggage…
A black figure appears in these countless fragments.
Baomu stood up tremblingly.
"Xiaoguang." Baomu called out with choked sobs.
The furry black little lion suddenly perked up its ears and turned its head, its eyes full of doubts.
Baomu raised his voice.
"Xiaoguang!"
The entire lion of the Son of Light was stunned. It screamed happily and ran towards the door.