I escape infinitely in the mirror world

Chapter 78 The Black and White Train to Happiness 19
All of this was infinitely magnified in front of her eyes, rushing directly into her eyes like a false painting, it was false, but the impact on her heart was extremely real.

While the picture was infinitely magnified, all kinds of noisy words sounded in her ears, which was so messy that it hurt people's ears.

It's like when the sky is about to dawn, the rooster at the head of the village suddenly ran to your ear and croaked thoroughly for some reason.

At the same time, it also brought a bunch around you, and when it raised its head and screamed, it was instructed to crackle and explode.

The cockroach turned over and kept flapping its wings trying to come back, the snake stuck out its tongue, and the mouse squeaked.

These sounds passed through the sound of firecrackers and pierced into the ears together with the loud crowing of the rooster.

She felt as if she was lying in bed, with her eyes closed, listening to all this very fretfully.

She wanted to wake up, she wanted to raise her hand to fly the cock that brought everything to the ground, she wanted to quiet the world, but she couldn't move.

She seemed to be nailed to that rusty bed, and she didn't have the strength to do things that could be solved by opening her eyes and raising her hand.

The bottom of my heart became more and more irritable, but the shock in front of me continued.

In the blink of an eye, she seemed to be standing in front of that dilapidated iron gate again.

The spider webs on the iron door are clearly visible. If anyone has the ability, these spider webs can be collected and made into a warm quilt like a silk quilt.

It might not be strange to put on a cover in winter and wear that spider web.

She looked up and saw blood streaming from the gray building.

It was only a three-story house, and the blood flowed down from the roof completely, but it filled the whole house in an instant, and stained the ground covered with a layer of dust.

She saw the deepest part of the house. She didn't know whose head was broken. The blood soaked the tattered cloth, and she couldn't see the original color clearly.

Perhaps, that piece of cloth has been completely stained with ash, and it has long been difficult to see what color it was.

There was only a lot more ashes on the ground inside the house than outside, and she saw someone stepping on it, leaving clearly visible footprints.

If the shoes were not clean enough, stepping on this place would not leave such deep footprints.

As the man stepped on the ground and collapsed on the ashes, there was also a rustling sound.

The picture was in a trance, and she was still standing in front of the dilapidated and rusty iron gate, watching the entire gray building stained with blood.

It's just that no matter how the scene changes, the noise that fills her ears still hasn't weakened in the slightest.

Through those crackling explosions, she could clearly hear the clear and crisp sound of birds, presumably some birds just flew past there.

At that moment, the crisp sound of the bird made her pay less attention to the annoying sound of firecrackers, and gave her the illusion that the sound of firecrackers had weakened.

After the bird flew away from her completely, the noisy messy and explosive sound still filled her cochlea.

It didn't seem to affect her hearing, but it seemed to affect her whole life.

For some unknown reason, the big rusty iron gate also bleeds, dripped onto the dirty ground, and started to flow again.

The blood trickled down to her despite the thick dust on the ground.

She stood still, but she became anxious, and wanted to take a few steps back to prevent the dirty blood from touching the soles of her shoes.

(End of this chapter)