The strange story of Huai'an Inn

Above the boundless sea, there is a mysterious island that no one sets foot in.The island is littered with relics from the beginning of time and bones that have long since died and become as hard as rock.In such a place, you touch a warm, soft living thing.

Anyone can be surprised by surprise.

When Mengku said this, he paused.For a while the room was very quiet.

"I shouted at the time, 'This thing is alive'. But Mr. Gou Chen told me that on that island, the boundaries between life and death, Tao and filth were very blurred. He didn't seem to be afraid at all, instead Very happy, said he finally found there.

As we went deeper and deeper, I gradually lost my sense of direction, not sure if I was going up or down.In the end, I was very tired, and the difficult road even gave me the illusion that I was not human, as if I was crawling on the ground like an earthworm... Then... we stopped in a very huge space down.

It's very dark there, even if I hold the light spell, the light can't illuminate all the range.We can only vaguely see a very tall statue in front of us.It seemed to be something squatting... When I saw the statue at that time, I felt a kind of... fear that I had never felt before... I felt that I had entered a place that I should never enter.I told Mr. Gou Chen that we should leave, but he asked me if I still wanted the Book of the Sky.

At that time, there was only one thought in my mind, everyone was doing their best to close the door of non-return, should I give up just facing a statue?So... I stayed.In the dream I was split into two people, half of me knew that I had to run away immediately, but my body didn't listen to me.

I could only watch Mr. Gou Chen standing in front of the huge statue, muttering something, as if he was calculating something.He selected a place on the ground, and after cleaning away the dust and mud, we saw a strange mark. "

The shopkeeper suddenly interrupted here, "Do you still remember the appearance of the mark?"

Mengku smiled wryly, "I see it every night. I didn't remember it at first, but now I remember it." He said, blowing on his fingertips, and then began to draw in the air.A faint blue smoke lingered over his fingertips, and gradually formed a complicated circular pattern, as if several stars were nested together, and there were some strange curves.

The shopkeeper let out a sigh, and watched the green smoke gradually dissipate, but frowned.

"Do you know this mark?" Mengku asked.

"I saw it in a certain ancient book. If I remember correctly, this mark represents... a door. It's just that there is no conclusion on what is behind the door."

"The door?" Meng Kuu's face showed a serious expression, "No wonder..."

door?

Chongliu wondered curiously in his mind, whether the door to the dirty world opened by Tiangu in Buhuanling is also related to this mark?

He really wanted to ask, but unfortunately there was nothing he could interject here.He could only keep writing.

"Mr. Gouchen said something in a language I couldn't understand, and then he cut his palm and poured blood on the mark. Nothing happened for a while, but...then... "

The words of the national teacher suddenly froze, as if something had blocked his throat.His face suddenly turned pale, and his expression was quite different from before, as if he was captured by extreme fear.

The shopkeeper said softly, "Don't worry, take your time."

"I... I can't describe... that kind of scene... I don't know what I saw... It might be light... But that light can squirm... I..." The words of the national teacher were broken and messy , Chong Liu couldn't record at all.He looked at the shopkeeper in embarrassment, and the shopkeeper gave him a calm look, then stood up and walked in front of Mengku, knelt down and looked into the eyes of the national teacher.

"Skip what you don't understand, and say what you can say." The shopkeeper's tone was slightly different from before, softer and more inducing.

Master Mengku closed his eyes, as if he had returned to his nightmare once again.Sweat soaked his white hair on the temples, and his face, which was originally younger than his actual age, aged more than 30 years in an instant.

"It was something like an octopus... the head of the statue, somewhere in the middle. Something behind the door... I don't know what it was all about... But, there was a figure, wearing a veil, and I saw Something like tentacles protruded from him, grabbing Mr. Gou Chen...Mr. Gou Chen was screaming, and his grasped skin was melting like a candle."

Mengku's body was trembling violently, as if he had seen the terrifying scene again and heard Mr. Gou Chen's screams.He continued, "I was...I was supposed to save him...but I couldn't move for some reason. I've never been so scared...those things behind the door...were scarier than death and nothingness.

I watched him disintegrate... his muscles were exposed to the air, his internal organs were taken out one by one perfectly, and were rolled up by those tentacles in front of the veiled man, who seemed to be observing those internal organs... those musculoskeletal...

But the most frightening thing is that Mr. Gou Chen has never died.Even as his bowels were delicately pulled through the air, he was still alive.While I heard him screaming, he seemed to be yelling at the figure, take it away... take it all away...

That's when I finally moved.But I didn't muster up the courage to save him, although he was probably hopeless... I ran away.

I ran for my life, scrambling like a lizard, crawling through those crevices... My mind was blank, and the only thought was that I had to get out, that I would not die behind that door, that veiled man hands.When I miraculously rushed out of the ruins and ran to the ship, I found that all the crew members on the ship were missing...

At this time, I will always hear a creepy roar, and when I look back, I will see the ruins collapsing, and there are many... wriggling tentacles sticking out in the smoke and dust, and the dream wakes up at that time up. "

Not to mention the national teacher, Chong Liu was a little confused just listening to it.I don't know if it's because the national teacher knows some kind of magic like the shopkeeper. During the process of his narration, Chong Liu could really see the scenes he narrated, and there were even some disgusting shellfish left in his nose. The fishy smell of rotting flesh.

This kind of situation where specific scenes appear in front of you through other people's narration seems to happen frequently recently?Is it because I have too much imagination or... is it not normal?

Shopkeeper Zhu asked softly, "Is it the same dream content every day? When did it start?"

"It was about half a year ago, but not every time it was so complete. At first, I just dreamed that Mr. Gou Chen and I were walking in the ruins. No matter how we walked, we couldn't get to the end... Later, the content became more and more detailed. More and more, the things I can perceive are becoming more and more real... If it was just a dream at first, until recently, it seems that I have returned to that place again. Even if I wake up, I will be exhausted, as if Didn't sleep all night.

But what worried me the most...was about a month and a half ago, when I woke up, my clothes were wet, and there were sea mud marks on the sleeves on my knees.When I woke up the day before yesterday, I found a conch in my hand..."

As he spoke, he took something out of his sleeve and put it on the table.

It is said to be a conch, but it is more like a stone with the shape of a conch printed on it.Chong Liu took a light breath of cool air.

Something brought out of the dream... the thing on the weird island...

"Dreams are becoming more and more real, even beginning to affect reality... Do you think your dream is the memory you lost at sea?"

"I can't tell... because in the dream, Mr. Gou Chen must not be alive. But we are fighting against the enemy with him even if we don't return."

"He's been wearing a mask all the time, how can you be sure that Bu Huan Ling is really him?"

"...We are really not sure, but Mr. Gou Chen's spells are heretics even in Baixiaomen, not to mention that he is so talented, it may not be so easy to find a second one in the world. What's more Who would want to use his name to die?"

The shopkeeper stood up and walked slowly in the hall, as if he was thinking about something, "Before you started dreaming, did you do anything that you think is related to the appearance of this dream? Or encountered something people?"

The national teacher thought for a long time, shook his head and said, "I can't think of anything special. Over the years, I have gradually let go of the mundane affairs and concentrated on my practice. I have rarely even participated in the affairs of the Taiheng Academy and the Daluo School. I originally planned to do it next year. It's like an official asking to resign as a national teacher and return to the mountains."

"Everything in the world must have a cause to have an effect, and there is a force to push things to run. If there is no trigger, how can it start suddenly?" The shopkeeper showed confusion, and suddenly turned to look at Chong Liu, "Liu'er, you What do you think is the reason?"

Chong Liu's eyes widened, and he pointed at himself, "Are you asking rhetorical questions, or are you really asking me?"

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "Don't be clever, if you have any ideas, tell me quickly."

Chong Liu glanced at the national teacher, and saw that the other party was looking at him seriously, as if he was going to listen to his "high opinion" seriously.He quickly suppressed the panic that surged up like a conditioned reflex, and poked his chin with the pen, "Xiaomin will be bold...Xiaomin is thinking... If there is no event that triggers it, is it related to time? For example A special day...a birthday at a certain age..."

"Half a year ago...it was around my [-]th birthday." The national teacher showed a look that was half clear and half stunned, "Could it be..."

"When the life expectancy is approaching, the connection with the uncle will gradually become closer." The shopkeeper's eyes turned slightly, and there was a trace of coldness in the dark eyes, "You have calculated the life expectancy of so many people in the royal family, have you ever calculated it?" Is it your own?"

The national teacher fell into an ominous silence and shook his head for a while.He looked at the shopkeeper, but there was a trace of pleading in his solemn eyes, "Every night, my dream becomes longer. The tentacles are now less than a hundred steps away from me... I Don't know what will happen when it hits me..."

Yeah, what's going to happen?

Will I never wake up again?

Will he fall into Mr. Gou Chen's situation in his dream and be trapped on that ancient and terrifying island forever?

Think about it, it is indeed a future that is more terrifying than death itself.

"I know a craftsman who can build you a copper basin. You can wash your face with water in this copper basin every day before going to bed, and you can have a dreamless night. It's just that you have to follow a set of complicated and trivial rituals when you wash your face. Can’t be wrong, it’s like this every day, and it’s enough to persist for about five years.”

There was a bright light in the eyes of the national teacher, "If this can be done, no matter how much it costs, I am willing!"

"I will contact the craftsman, but I think you can give me the deposit in a few days."

"Tell me, I'll get ready right away."

The shopkeeper bent his eyes and smiled brightly and kindly, "I want Fairy Jiuluan's phoenix feather whisk."