Dragon?

Looking at the unconscious Yu Shou, Qin Wanjin recalled the first time he saw him.

He was nine years old at that time, and he had worshiped a famous monastic school, and his master took him to "meet the scene".

Lying on the bed without opening his eyes, Yu Shou was as young and handsome as he is now.

His long hair was scattered on the pure white pillow, his eyelashes covered his quiet eyes, and his lips were bloodless red.

Such a picture-like appearance, looking at it from a distance, I just feel that it is too beautiful to be human.

Nine-year-old Qin Wanjin was stunned by the bed.Frozen, he saw his eyelids move slightly.

Caught off guard, a pair of glazed eyes crashed into Xiao Qin's heart.

After that, another 17 years passed.

There was always emptiness in those beautiful eyes.

Yu Shou is perfect because he can't keep any memory.

Therefore, Qin Wanjin has never seen his current appearance...

Yu Shou opened his eyes and suddenly laughed.

He doesn't smile often, and when he does, he has a sweet dimple on his face.This made him look a little smokey, like a living person who can cry, laugh and have emotions.

"We are actually in love."

Probably affected by the hallucinations, the misty eyes were full of tears.

"What a fool."

Tears turned into rolling eyes, Yu Shou rubbed his head, a pair of smiling eyes slightly curved, full of tenderness.

"What did you see?" Qin Wanjin asked uncomfortably.

——What happened in the illusion made him so happy.

Yu Shou didn't answer him.

After the previous illusion, he felt that he had figured out something that he hadn't figured out for a long time.

Facing Qin Wanjin now, he still didn't know what purpose they had planned for him to come here.

But suddenly, there was no fear anymore.

He said "we were in love", he used "we".

What I see in the illusion is what I have experienced before. This feeling is strong and clearer than ever.

Yu Shou remembered the sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the incense of Tianming Pavilion, the patterns on the roof, and the heavy rain that Zhengyang hadn't seen for six years; Qiao Zhi was 16 years old, and he had a long time to catch a cold...these are all his memories.

He even remembered the taste of the bowl of sugar-free sugar balls and soup.

Also, pain.

Should that be called "love"?There is a little sore nose, and even a little touch will make you sad.I can't help leaning over again, seeing that person is happy, my heart will become soft, like a sunken sponge.

The softer it is, the sadder it is.

Yu Shou felt the same way.

He couldn't wait to rummage through his clothes, hoping to find something that could prove his identity from this ancient costume.

He quickly saw the red string on his wrist.

—It's old, very faded, and of the simplest style, with no other decorations.

It was Qiao Zhi's red string, and he superstitiously kept it because of the saying "the red thread leads to marriage". They fled from home, but he didn't throw it away.

Look, it's his memory!He remembers it all!

"I am Qiao Zhi." Yu Shou concluded.

With his heart pounding, he said to himself: I'm going to find the dragon.

——We are in love, we must tell it.

The roughly recovered memory had given him a sense of foreboding, and he only wished that his movements could be quicker.

Everything in the illusion cannot be changed, but the reality he is in is still too late.

"..."

Qin Wanjin watched Yu Shou's departure.

The perfect group leader with the ice cube face is gradually disappearing.He started to have expressions, became anxious, and was in a hurry when he left. He was irrational and reckless, but he was very vivid.

Everything is going according to their plan, so far, it seems that the progress is quite successful.

But Qin Wanjin was not happy, not at all.

……

He Rui lit a cigarette.

His flashlight was dead, which was undoubtedly bad news for them.

On their way, all the team members responsible for carrying equipment and supplies fell off the deep cliff, and neither of them had batteries or other lighting equipment on them.If Xiao Song's flashlight went dark again, and the only thing he could rely on was the lighter, they might not even be able to see the road clearly, let alone go out.

Xiao Song is still looking at the painting.

With his back to Hori and his butt pouted, he had been studying that scroll for quite a while in that position.

He Rui had nothing to do, so he looked at him quietly.

"Hiss—" Seeing something, Xiao Song gasped.

"What's wrong? Tell me." He Rui said at the right time.

He came over with a big scroll in his hand.

After turning off the flashlight, he spoke slowly against the red light of his cigarette.

"This picture is a copy of an ancient book."

Xiao Song's finger scratched the paper, He Rui couldn't see clearly, just listened to him.

"That ferocious beast is probably the dragon we were looking for on this trip. Look at its expression, it is so painful, it already has the ability to climb the clouds and ride the fog, but it is imprisoned in the world. This thing... trapped it .”

His finger touched a round vessel.

"I studied the characters in the lower corner of the scroll, although I don't understand them completely. This vessel is called Sacrificial Soul, and it can store the dragon's cultivation."

I wanted to explain word by word, but the description on the scroll was really obscure, Xiao Song simply put it aside, and explained it to He Rui according to his own understanding.

"Well...just imagine that the sacrificial soul is like a box for storing things. It says that a key is needed to open and close the box, and that key is the living soul. Once the sacrificer dies, his soul will be scattered, and he will never be reborn forever."

He Rui turned his head, only to see Xiao Song's mouth opening and closing close at hand.

"Sacrificing the soul! The soul is flying away! It's scary!" He patted his leg emphatically.

He Rui smiled, and puffed on Xiao Song's face.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He was not prepared at all, he was so smoked that he coughed: "Hey! He Rui, are you sick?"

"I'm not sick."

It’s just that he is about to die, this little scientist is still in the mood to study this and that, and is terrified by the things in the ancient books, which is quite cute.

He Rui said leisurely: "I didn't understand a single word you said."

"That is to say, the sacrificial soul is a sinister thing that is used to deal with dragons, and it can store the dragon's cultivation base. Then, when the sacrificial soul is opened, someone needs to offer a sacrifice. This sacrifice is equivalent to signing a devil's contract with the sacrificial soul. But this contract It's very unfair, once the sacrificer dies, the soul sacrifice will have no effect, and the sacrificer will lose his soul again, and the light soul will disappear... Um, are you listening?"

Xiao Song tried to explain it again in simple words. Looking at He Rui's calm face, he felt that he hadn't described the horror at all.

"Yeah, the devil's contract! Got it, magician."

With a cigarette in his mouth, He Rui picked up Xiao Song who was squatting on the ground with one hand: "I have to remind you, we have to go out."

Very dissatisfied with the posture of carrying the chick, Xiao Song broke away from him, trying to refute: "But..."

"We've looked through the scrolls in the stone room, but we haven't found any useful information for us. Even if the sacrificial soul you mentioned exists, it's not in this room, let alone we're not sure that the shadow outside is a dragon."

His voice was deep and soothing, and it was also because of what he said that made Xiao Song's head lower and lower.

"My flashlight is no longer working. We should go out and find a way out as soon as possible. Even if the shadow is still waiting for us outside, it is time to fight and release the signal flare. It takes time here, and hiding for a while will reduce our survival possible."

Swallowing, Xiao Song suddenly raised his head.

"He Rui, are we going to die?" His voice was trembling, presumably it was the fact that his colleague was buried in a deep cave that left him with lingering fear.

"meeting."

He Rui's concise answer made him tremble.

"But not now." He pressed his shoulder, and his thick palm conveyed some kind of firm force.

"Follow me when you get out."

Xiao Song took a deep breath and clenched his fists: "Yes."

It was dark outside, naturally.

That kind of blackness is different from the blackness of the night. It cannot penetrate a single bit of moonlight, and it is as thick as layers of thick fog that cannot be broken.

Their team no longer has the previous search device, and they can't even tell whether there is a black figure hiding in front of them.

"I'm going to light a flare." He Rui said.

Xiao Song's breath stagnated, and he grabbed the corner of the person beside him. ——It's just that I'm afraid, whether he will laugh at me or not.

The red light, representing danger, lit up at random, illuminating their position.

Taking advantage of the light, the two looked around warily.

I didn't see that terrifying black shadow, but I saw an unusually horrifying scene.

The moment he looked at the way he came from, Xiao Song was extremely thankful that he grabbed the corner of He Rui's clothes.

His legs felt as if their bones had been taken out, and they instantly went limp, and the uncontrollable urge to urinate poured into his lower abdomen.

"How could this be..." he said nah.

He Rui's resolute side face can still be seen in the red light.

He didn't have weak legs, but he didn't look much better, his face was completely pale.