Traveling through books: trapped in an infinite cycle of injustice

I have been receiving treatment from Dr. Lin for nearly a month. From daily treatment in the first week to every other day treatment in the second and third weeks to twice in the last week, it is almost over.

And this month Yan Muyi never entered that fantasy world again. I don’t know if it’s because the doctor’s treatment is effective or it’s just a matter of time.

Her knowledge of that world had gradually become blurry, to the point where she could only remember a few characters and some scenes that had happened several times. For example, the night of the rebellion is a scene that I still remember clearly so far. However, Yan Muyi thought it was pretty good, and he didn't go into that fantasy world again for at least a month.

"Ka! Thank you everyone, happy filming!"

Today is the last filming of this drama. The whole crew is very happy to finally complete this filming.

"Director Yan, tell everyone a few final words!" Yan Muyi walked to the center of the set and picked up the loudspeaker to start the speech under the cheers of everyone.

"Thank you all for your hard work in the past three months, whether it is the leading actors, extras or every one of our staff. Thank you for tolerating my bad temper and tricky work attitude, and thank you to every partner present for your serious treatment and dedication. Especially thank you As a newcomer, Jia performed very well in emotional acting in this drama this time. I hope we will have good results and the ratings will exceed 10 billion when it is released. I invite everyone to celebrate together!"

"Director, you must keep your word and remember to treat us!"

All the staff in the crew are hard-working people. When the director said he wanted to eat and drink, his eyes lit up like gold. They are real hard-working people.

When the closing banquet came to an end, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

Yan Muyi didn't like crowded places. She walked out of the banquet venue alone and looked around at the shooting scenes.

As he walked, he stayed away from the crowd and walked out of the outfield. There was a simple temple not far away. Yan Muyi was also a brave master of arts, and another man entered this dilapidated temple.

Walking into the temple, there is always a feeling of déjà vu.

This is a well-behaved square courtyard. In the middle is an atrium. Surrounded on all sides are tile-roofed houses and side halls. There is a two-story small tower in front of the side door, and the shape of the top of the tower is indescribably weird.

So Yan Muyi decided to go in and take a look. Because it is summer, there is no wind outside, making people feel hot and stuffy.

When I walked into the tower, I magically felt a refreshing breath, which was as comfortable as turning on the air conditioner at home.

Because the house is made of wood, the handrails on the stairs are a bit rotten. Yan Mu crept up to the second floor while touching the wall, fearing that the stairs would be eaten away by insects and ants, and that they would collapse as soon as he stepped on them. There is no one in this deep mountain and forest to save him.

Arriving on the second floor, the view suddenly broadened. There was a hollow floor surrounded by railings, and the full moonlight reflected right in the center of this floor.

It feels so comfortable to stand here. Yan Muyi feels like he is basking in the moonlight on the beach in the Maldives. While she was enjoying the baptism of moonlight, the ancient jade pendant on her chest emitted a strong light.

Then in Yan Muyi's sensory world, the attic began to collapse, and she fell into a world of abyss.

When she woke up again, she was still in the temple, but instead of on the tower, she was lying on the ground in the atrium.

Although something strange happened to the pendant just now, she thought she was going to that refined world again. After looking at it, I felt relieved that I was still where I was.

Yan Mu patted the dust on his butt and touched the bruised butt and found something was wrong. Why did his pants become so silky?

Because there are no lights in the temple, only the remaining light from the moonlight. She quickly stood up and looked at her clothes. Isn't this a skirt?

Yan Mu looked at his outfit and then touched his hair. Knowing that it was over, he came to his own refined world again.