Twilight War

05

Zichen woke up again, and there was actually a piece of blue grass around him, and he could even smell the astringent grassy fragrance in the air.

Wisipel put his arms around Zichen and looked around vigilantly, "This place should also be an illusion, but it doesn't look like it. The illusion should be incorporeal, but this place is very real."

"There are ghosts here, okay? If you think about it, there will be problems when you think about it." Zichen said.

"No, the first layer of illusion is very unstable, and it is easy to find the gaps in the illusion. Although the second layer of illusion is very stable, it doesn't even have a real flow of breath. But here, it seems to be real."

Zichen looked around incomprehensibly, and felt that such a beautiful place was unreal.

"Who are you?" A boy's voice suddenly came from behind.

Zichen turned his head and looked at the boy.

The boy was holding a puppy in his arms, with some white fingertips stuck in the puppy's hair, and he looked at them with a chuckle, beautiful and fragile.

His eyes seemed to contain all the stars of Asgard.

"Well, can I ask where this is?" Zichen looked up at the boy and asked, but suddenly felt that his wrist was tightly grasped by Vichy Perle.

He turned his head to look at Wisipel, only to feel that the color of Wisipel's eyes suddenly became very dark, like rich emeralds.

The boy smiled, "This is Jormungandr's dream."

"Is Yemengade still asleep? Hasn't he been asleep for 1000 years?" Zichen was a little surprised by Yemengade's lethargy, and felt a little bit envious.

"He's awake," said the boy.

"But isn't this his dreamland?"

"How do you know that your dream won't continue when you wake up?" the boy said with a slight smile.

Zichen didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.

He wanted to ask some more questions, but the boy was already gone, holding the little gray puppy in his arms, and the boy said, "Want to come and watch the sunset? There is a sunset here every four hours."

"How come, the sunset can only happen once a day." Zichen murmured.

"But this is the child's dream," said the boy.

That kid... Do you mean Jormungandr?The earthly python that is so huge that it can still hold its own tail around the atrium is a terrifying and ferocious beast in legend.

The being that slays the gods in Ragnarok.

Does that look like a child?

But the boy was already lying on the grass, the puppy was lying in his arms, with red cloth strips tied on its front paws, the puppy jumped around, as if angry at the boy for ignoring him, and bit him. Bite the boy's finger.

He seemed to be bitten and hurt, and pushed the puppy, "Fenrir, don't make trouble."

Zichen thought for a while, and walked towards the boy, but Weispel grabbed his wrist, and Weisspel shook his head at him.

He smiled, "He doesn't look like a bad guy, just ask him and he might know how to get out of here."

Wisper stared at Zichen, but finally let go.

Zichen walked up to the boy and sat down, and Wischpel stood there watching the two of them sitting on the grass under the setting sun.

"You guys, it's difficult to get here." The boy said.

Almost died, okay?Zichen thought to himself.

"Don't blame that kid, what he goes through every time he comes back here is more painful than anyone else," the boy said.

"You're a little too partial to Yemengjia." Zichen said.

"But who else would favor that kid except me?" The boy smiled and said, "He's just too paranoid."

"The cloud in the sky has drifted past three times, and it has the same shape each time." Zichen looked at the sky and said.

"Because that child just kept having this dream repeatedly." The boy said, "The dusk here is the same every time, even the way the sky is dyed red is exactly the same."

"Won't it bother you? I've been having this dream." Zichen asked.

A dream has been dreamed for thousands of years, under the deep sea of ​​wandering, I have the same dream again and again.

"But that child only has so much." The boy said: "Isn't it the same for human beings? To spend a long life with a few poor memories. Every time I feel the pain is unbearable, Take those memories out and look at them over and over again."

"As if in this way you can find the courage to go through the pain of a lifetime from those few poor things."

"And that child is much more timid than ordinary people. He only dares to hide in the shell made of memories, and dare not face the truth."

"What about you? Who are you?" Zichen asked the boy.

"I'm just a remnant attached to the Phoenix's blood. It's because of that child's obsession that I've survived until now." The boy said, "I can only live in his dream."

He stretched out his hand to touch Zichen, and his almost transparent white fingers disappeared into ashes as soon as they touched Zichen.

"How could this be?" Zichen looked at the boy's vanished fingertips.

"Because you are real." The boy looked at Zichen and said, his eyes were deep and dark, but he seemed to have all the stars in Asgard.

He slowly recovered after taking his fingers away from Zichen's side, and turned his head to look at the setting sun that was about to end.

"You'd better get out of here quickly." The boy said, "Illusory dreams will swallow you up, and you won't be able to leave the dream after a while."

"How do I get out of here?"

"I don't know, but it will be difficult to leave here. After all, it took nearly a thousand years for that child to leave here." The boy said.

The burning sunset in the sky gradually fell, but when the sunset sank to nothing, the whole sky suddenly turned to the same sunny and warm afternoon.

"Is there... no night here?" Zichen was stunned.

"No, maybe it's because that child is afraid of the dark." The boy said.

Jormungandr, are you afraid of the dark?Zichen suddenly felt that all this was a little scary.

"Are you hungry? Let me pick you some mushrooms. Here are some mushrooms," said the boy.

Will there be mushrooms in this place?Zichen thought to himself.

The boy walked up to Vichypel and handed the puppy to Vichypel, "Can you give me a hug for Fenrir?"

Vichypel didn't take the dog, but just looked at the boy in front of him.

"Let me come, this dog looks pretty good." Zichen said.

"It's a wolf," said Wischpel.

"What?" the boy called out first, "I've been raising Fenrir like a dog for 1000 years."

After speaking, he raised Fenrir and looked at the gray beast seriously. Fenrir let out a cry as if he was a little impatient.

"Ow~"

The boy looked back at the two of them, "That's what the dog barks."

Zichen: "..."

The boy frowned, obviously having difficulty accepting the fact that Fenrir was a wolf cub, but he immediately adjusted his mentality.It is decided that whether Fenrir is a wolf or a dog, he must continue to raise it. After all, it is also a life and he must be responsible to him.

After thinking about it, the boy put Fenrir down and let Fenrir play on the ground by himself. After all, wolves need to learn to be strong, and then he ran over and started picking mushrooms.

Zichen sighed, "Brother, have you found the gap in this illusion?"

Vichypel shook his head.

"Why don't we try to lie down again." After speaking, he lay down on the grass by himself, but nothing happened after lying down for a long time.

He blinked and looked at the blue sky where the same cloud passed three times.

Zichen got up silently, and patted the broken grass off his body, "After all, this is the illusion that Yemengade took nearly a thousand years to get out of."

The boy not only picked the mushrooms, but also cooked them, and he came over with the cooked mushrooms.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you. When the child left, he left through that hole. He said that the farewell in the world is like this, watching the other person's back gradually drifting away."

"You didn't say it earlier!" Zichen immediately rushed into the cave, holding Wispel's hand.

The boy lowered his head and ate the beautifully colored mushrooms on the fork. While chewing, he watched the two people run out of the opposite hole again.

"What's going on? Why are you still here?" Zichen murmured, "Try again."

The boy ate four mushrooms and watched two people run past him four times.

"Didn't you say that Yemengade left from here?" Zichen asked the boy while supporting his knees.

"That's right, that's where the kid left." The boy was eating the nicely colored mushrooms in a leisurely manner.

"Hey, the mushrooms you picked are poisonous." Zichen was shocked.

"Really?" the boy said while eating, "But it's very beautiful."

"But it's poisonous."

"Have you ever thought about it?" The boy ignored Zichen: "This is no longer that child's fantasy...it's yours."

Zichen was stunned.

The boy walked up to him and touched his forehead with his fingertips, and the boy's pale fingertips turned into ashes.

……

The 36th Street where the bones are piled up, the burning painting boat and fishing workshop on the Huaihe River, and the dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family piled up like Jingguan.

A pack of wolves, tigers and leopards were waiting around, and ferocious and bloodthirsty beasts stared at him with red eyes.

In the dark and silent meditation room, he pounced on the moth in the only place of light, but he could only stretch his hand upwards, as if to touch the moth that had shaken off its phosphorous powder.

In an instant, all the pictures flashed before Zichen's eyes, and those pictures were like scarlet and blood stained.

……

"Do you really want to leave here?" the boy asked: "The clouds here are drifting over and over again, and the dusk is repeated over and over again. You know that this place is false, and you know that the dusk here will be the same in 1000 years. But all your truth It's all bloody."

Zichen knelt down on the ground as if he couldn't bear it, panting heavily.

"From beginning to end, the person who doesn't want to go back to reality is actually yourself."

The boy looked down at him with compassion and pity.

"That child took 1000 years to leave here, and you, how long will it take you."

He seemed to have returned to the moment when he was surrounded by wolves, tigers and leopards. He knelt on the ground, and the sword in his hand fell beside him.

Those ferocious beasts rushed at him, their fangs sharp.

But he didn't even dare to raise his head, he just lowered his head and shook his shoulders.He seems to have always been like that, cowardly avoiding everything.

Some people in this world live like lambs, with their heads bowed, even a pack of wolves are just waiting.

But some people have the blood of beasts flowing in their bodies.

He still remembered that huge and ferocious snow tiger roaring and pounced on him.

And he suddenly raised his head, looking at the pounced snow tiger, he roared like a beast, suddenly clenched the sharp sword hanging by his side, the blue veins in his hand appeared, and swiped upwards .

That was the first form of Huangxuan's Nine Swords - Candle Dragon's Breath.

The god of Zhongshan, named Zhulong Jiuyin, regards it as day, shuts down as night, blows it as winter, calls it summer, does not drink or eat, does not rest, breathes as wind, and wind and rain are Ye.

—he is the most ferocious beast here.

The scorching blood of the snow tiger drenched his body.

It was the first time he felt the smell of fresh blood so clearly, it was fishy and sticky.

The scarlet eyes of the group of beasts were still staring at the blood-stained boy, but they backed up almost in panic, their huge claws scratching the ground.

In front of the most ferocious beasts, even a pack of wolves, tigers and leopards can only retreat in panic.

All his truths are stained with blood, but so what, he has come to the present covered in blood.

The black-haired boy looked up at the boy with a smile on his lips, "The dusk here is very nice, but it would be too fun if it was the same every time."