I once had a dream when I was a child. In the dream, I walked to the edge of a cliff for some reason. I accidentally lost my footing and fell down. It seemed that I would fall to the ground soon, but the falling process was unusually long and boundless. So I was in mid-air, constantly feeling the violent falling feeling, but I couldn't reach the ground no matter what. I can neither escape nor wake up.
The feeling now is very similar to the feeling I encountered in the dream at that time, except that in the dream I could see the reference objects moving rapidly in my eyes, but now I only see pitch black. This familiar feeling made me quickly recall the dream I had when I was young, but I soon discovered that I was not dreaming. I was actually trapped in an unknown environment.
This environment is both real and illusory, because we are underground and there are no holes on the ground, so this feeling of falling should be unreal. The ghost deliberately created it for me, making me feel this kind of falling. It's just a feeling, maybe in the real world, I am lying motionless on the ground, and all this seems to be a dream that happened when I was awake.
When I thought of this, the panic in my heart subsided a lot, because since it was an illusion, as long as I mustered up the courage not to be afraid, it would not cause any harm to me. It was just a deception. So I slowly adjusted my body. Since I couldn't see anything at all, I could only rely on my feeling to twist my body to an angle of head and feet, and then stay as still as possible to save energy.
As the falling time became longer and longer, I gradually got used to the feeling of falling like this, and my body was no longer so scared. The whole process lasted for almost five or six minutes, but it still seemed to have no end. I was thinking badly, what if this illusion was not meant to cause me any harm at all, but to keep me trapped in this feeling and unable to get out? Do you think I have to live like this for the rest of my life without eating or drinking? When I thought of this, I suddenly became nervous again and my heartbeat began to speed up. I thought since I couldn't struggle, what if I screamed? Could it be that my own voice disturbed my body in the real world and caused me to wake up?
It is entirely possible. There are many people who are haunted by nightmares. When the fear reaches a certain level, they can't help but scream. After such a scream, the person will often wake up. This was also a way, so I started shouting with my broken voice, but unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shout out for myself to hear. Maybe it was because I was falling too fast. Fast, even faster than the speed of sound. I only heard my own dull voice, as if someone was speaking to me in the loud wind.
The trick I finally thought of was useless at this moment. I was a little panicked. I didn't know what kind of abyss I would fall into. And just when I was thinking about the saddest moment, suddenly, something changed before my eyes.
About seven or eight meters parallel to me, there was a round light pillar on the ground. There was a person standing on the light pillar. That person was the figure who was still turning slowly. But when I saw the figure, the feeling of falling under my feet disappeared inexplicably. I lost all weight and fell down. I touched around and found that the ground still felt like the ground, but it still looked like the ground. It was pitch black.
I started trying to move my hands and feet before the other person turned around completely, and found that my limbs and head could move very well, and I even felt like I was touching my body, but I just couldn't see my body. It's like I only have one head flying around at the moment, but the feeling in my hands and feet is so obvious. This strong sense of contradiction makes me feel very unreal, but what is real is the voice coming from my ears, as if there are many people surrounding me in the middle, and then talking about me, but no matter how carefully I I couldn't even understand a word said by this group of people.
In addition to these noisy discussions, there was also the sound of the figure slowly turning its body and making small steps on the ground. At that time, I felt as if I was a performer on the stage. The audience around me was filled with countless people. However, due to the spotlight, I could not see the people in the audience at all. I could only see I saw the figure who was performing on the same stage as me.
Seeing that he was about to turn around, I thought to myself that no matter what it was going to do, as soon as it came close to me, I would hit it first with Lei Jue and Zi Wei Tao. Anyway, the ghosts here have no specific past history, so no matter what Anyway, I'm always going to have to fight this fight, and since the result is going to be like this sooner or later, I might as well strike first.
But when the figure turned around and slowly raised his head, I was stunned on the spot. My mouth opened wide in fear. Then my legs went weak and I fell to my knees with a plop.
The figure who turned around was none other than Master Lin Qishan.
This was a scene I never expected. I thought it was probably a scary ghost, the kind that could scare people to death just by looking at it. But I was unprepared and saw the face of Master.
The "Master" in front of me stopped and didn't understand since he turned to face me. He put his hands on both sides of his body and stood upright on his feet, but his knees were slightly bent. This stance is even exactly the same as that of my master. Although "Master" raised his head, his head was slightly tilted to one side and his eyes were closed. The scene was just like when he died in my arms.
Although I knew it was fake, I still felt emotional about the scene, and the original posture of kneeling on the ground was really more suitable for crying, so tears quickly filled my eyes again, and when my nose became sore, I cried. I understand that the kind of crying I feel is the kind of crying that feels heartbreaking and sad, but also makes me feel scared. The sad thing is that I once again looked back at the death of my master without preparation, which was unbearable. What I am afraid of is the scene in front of me. I know in my heart that it is my most vulnerable place, and this place happens to be captured by the ghost here.
After wiping away my tears, I looked at "Master" again. He still had the same slightly smiling expression as when he died, but his face was very pale, unlike when he had just died. It's more like the way it looks on the day of the funeral, when the corpse has completely lost the look of a living person. At this point, it started to get weird again. But my legs were still weak and I couldn't stand up no matter what.
The sound of people talking around me became louder and louder, and I even heard laughter. It was as if he was laughing at me that a grown man could cry. And just when I was at a loss, "Master's" originally tilted head was suddenly straightened in an instant, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at me. The corners of his mouth that were originally smiling became more and more... It grew bigger and turned into a toothy smile.
The eyes, eyebrows and bridge of the nose on the upper half of the face seemed to be angry, but the lower half of the face maintained a smile. This scene immediately made me feel weird, and under this surprise, I couldn't help but put my hands on it. I pinched Zi Weibao and Lei Jue again, but I still hesitated in my heart. It was this recurring feeling of contradiction that made me at a loss. It was at this time that "Master" ran towards me with small steps.
I hurriedly put my hands on the ground and rubbed back, but since I couldn't see anything else, I couldn't be sure how far I had moved. I just felt that "Master" was getting closer and closer to me. The running posture was also very weird. His hands, feet and body seemed to be in a stiff state. That is to say, when he ran quickly, his hands were still hanging stiffly at his sides.
Seeing that "Master" was getting closer and closer to me, my legs were too weak to stand up. When he jumped towards me, as if he was about to collapse on me, although I resisted in my heart, I still stood up. Due to professional habits, he instinctively waved his palm.
With a snap, the palm hit "Master" firmly on the neck. The touch was obvious, and it was the same as the first sentient being I met. It was hard and the palm of my hand ached slightly, but this palm was not without effect, because the body of "Master" was hit by my palm more than two meters away. It feels like the whole body is light and airy, which cannot be related to this volume.
And when "Master" got up from the ground, he rushed towards me again, but this time, his head, starting from the position of his neck, seemed to have been broken by the palm I just struck. In the meantime, a strange angle appeared that was close to a right angle. His expression, which had not changed, now turned sideways, still staring at me.
This time he rushed over faster, and the sound of his small footsteps was clearer. And after the slap just now, I felt less afraid, because I seemed to have figured out a truth. The ghosts here in Jingmen had obviously caught the thing that Qin Bukong and I were least willing to face. , let this scene appear in front of us in another way, so as to capture our minds. I don't know what Qin Bukong is facing at this moment, but what I am facing at this moment happens to correspond to the movements of this scene gate: life, separation and death.
Yes, these days, it can basically be said that the most painful days in my life are none other than the death of Master. Even when Meng Dongxue left without saying goodbye, it never had such a big impact on me. Everyone has his own destiny, and life and death are things that we have to face sooner or later. Master did not die suddenly. In the days before his death, Master actually gave me enough time to prepare mentally.
But what I am afraid of is not death, just like Master is not afraid of death. What Master is afraid of is that life would be worse than death, but what I am afraid of is the separation between life and death.
