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There was a ticking sound in his ear, and Du Yan seemed to hear his parents calling, but his limbs were as heavy as lead, and it was too much to even move his fingers.He wanted to open his eyes, wanted to speak, tried his best, but he still could only get lost in the chaos...

Tick, tick...

The voice became clearer and clearer. Du Yan closed his eyes. As the voice continued to flow into his mind, his consciousness gradually blurred. His parents' voices gradually moved away, and his whole body sank into darkness. When he opened his eyes again, what appeared in front of him was a winding dirt road that seemed to have no end. On both sides of the road, unkempt people walked staggeringly, in long gowns, suits, and old military uniforms... They were dressed in different clothes, but they had the same dull eyes and stiff limbs. They seemed to have not seen Du Yan, mechanically swaying their arms and legs, and walked towards an unknown direction. It seemed that there was their eternal home.

Unknowingly, Du Yan became one of these people, moving in a certain direction along with them.Du Yan wanted to stop, but found that his body was completely out of his control. He could only walk forward step by step, getting farther and farther away from the direction he came from...

There seemed to be a bright light ahead, and the speed of the crowd gradually accelerated, flocking towards the only exit. Du Yan seemed to be infected with this emotion, and he was full of thoughts, go out, must go out from here, from this emptiness and darkness go out!

He rushed forward fiercely and pushed away all the obstacles in front of him. A burst of light hurt Du Yan's eyes. He raised his arms to cover his eyes, trying to see clearly what was in the white light through the gap, but I found that there was nothing but the blinding white...

Father Du and Bai Lan stood by Du Yan's side. Bai Lan's eyes were red and swollen, and she was already a bit confused. Du Yan's current situation reminded her of the night when her eldest daughter passed away. At that time, she was also guarding her daughter. , hugged her tightly, but she just closed her eyes, as if she fell asleep, and never woke up again. She couldn't do anything, but let the child in her arms gradually stop breathing, gradually become stiff and cold .Father Du sighed repeatedly. He had tried many methods, but he couldn't wake Du Yan up.Finally, Father Du's eyes were red, and he stood up, "I'm going to find someone to help!"

Bai Lan also seemed to be shocked by Papa Du's voice, "Looking for someone? Yes, looking for someone!"

Wiping the wet tears on his face, "I'll go with you!"

"My son needs someone to watch over here. I'll go by myself. You tidy up here and wait for someone to come. It won't look good."

When the words fell, Father Du got up and left. Bai Lan didn't insist, put away the box Du Yan opened, and picked up a few old photos that had fallen on the ground. After a glance, he put the photos into the box, and with a soft sound, the box was closed, and those few yellowed old photos sank into the darkness again.

Du Yan's head hurts, and he opened his eyes blankly, only to find himself in an unfamiliar environment, an antique house, carved beams and painted buildings, and a few flowers with dew on the cloisonne vase placed by the wall, just The color of the petals was a strange blood red.

This is where?

Just when he was wondering, the carved wooden door covered with green screens was pushed open, and a woman wearing a blue slanted top and black wide-leg trousers walked in. She seemed to be in her early twenties, with black hair combed into a The single bun is firmly tied behind the head with a hosta, and the only bright colors on the body are the few plum blossom-shaped buttons on the skirt.

The woman held a wooden tray in her hand, and inside the tray was a white porcelain bowl that was still steaming. The bowl was filled with black concoction. I don't know if it was her own illusion. Du Yan stared at the bowl of medicine, only It felt like something was rolling in the black juice.

With a blank expression, the woman walked straight through Du Yan with a tray to a bed on the west side of the room, put the tray on the small table in front of the window, and picked up the porcelain bowl.The heat from the bowl was still visible, but the pale hands were unmoved at all, the woman didn't even frown, the jade bracelet on her wrist slid down her thin arm and touched the bowl along.The woman's mouth moved, as if she was saying something.

Du Yan couldn't hear clearly, or in other words, only these strange scenes appeared in front of his eyes, including the woman's footsteps and voices, all of which were silent. All of this was like a mime that had been rehearsed countless times. It was happening in front of his eyes, and he couldn't hear any sound in this scene at all. He raised his hands, and Du Yan looked at the transparent palms. Are these all dreams?Is it a dream?

The bed curtain moved slightly, and a pale hand lifted the bed curtain. Du Yan could clearly see the blue veins on that hand, and the pale nails on the fingertips. It shouldn't be like this. They should be slender and shiny, and the nails should be like pearls. Du Yan didn't know why he had this idea.

The person in the bed tent moved very slowly, perhaps because he was very weak. Just sitting up seemed to use all his strength. The woman was still standing in front of the bed with a bowl in her hand, quietly, her face still Numbly, without a trace of impatience or worry.

After the person on the bed sat up, the woman also sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl in her left hand and a spoon in her right hand, scooped up a spoonful of thick black liquid and delivered it to the person on the bed.The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, a trace of ruthlessness flashed across the woman's face, she was no longer as dumb as before, but forcefully pried open the mouth of the man on the bed, and poured all the bowl of medicine into the man's mouth.

Du Yan didn't dare to look at this scene wrongly. For a moment, an inexplicable anger and irritability rose in his heart. He wanted to kill this woman, kill her!Kill all the women in this house!

Suddenly he came back to his senses, the woman had already walked past him with the medicine bowl, Du Yan's eyes fell on the white porcelain bowl, the thick black medicine juice was gone, only a lump was left at the bottom of the bowl The greenish-brown thing curled up and twisted. When the woman walked to the door, she suddenly picked up the wriggling thing with two fingers, crushed it, and the black liquid flowed out, staining her fingertips. Inexplicable emotions flashed across his face in an instant, with fanaticism and desire, his bright red tongue protruded from his blue-white lips, licking away the dirty color on his fingers little by little, as if he was tasting something delicious.

Du Yan almost threw up when he saw it...

When the woman was gone, Du Yan walked to the only bed in the room, and couldn't help but want to look at the person on the bed. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he remembered that he was dreaming, and he would never touch anyone here. s things.The corner of one lip was raised mockingly, it was rare for him to have such curiosity.

At this moment, the bed curtain was suddenly lifted, and it was still the hand just now, but this time, the blue veins on the hand burst out, as if some living creature was wriggling in the blood vessel, a piece of His pale, bloodless face protruded from the bed, lying on the edge of the bed, retching feebly, but he couldn't vomit anything except blood-streaked dirty liquid.

Du Yan looked at the man who was too weak to get out of bed in shock, he couldn't believe his eyes, this is, Bai Hui? !

how is this possible?how can that be!

That cold man, that man who was so powerful that Li Gui was afraid, would be so powerless? !

The man lying on the bed seemed to sense the strange atmosphere in the room, and he raised his head violently. His face was so beautiful that it was pale and sickly. His dark eyes were fierce and full of despair, but there was no fear at all. From there, Du Yan could only see emotions of overthrow and destruction, hatred, and killing intent. Apart from these, there was nothing else...

Suddenly, the man's face twisted, his dry hands clamped tightly around his neck, he opened his mouth wide as if he couldn't breathe, his nose trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, mouthful after mouthful, spattering. On the ground, in the filthy bright red, there seemed to be countless black chrysalis wriggling...

Du Yan covered his mouth in shock. He knew that the man couldn't see him, but he was inexplicably afraid.It was a fear that could not be expressed in words, and he couldn't find a word to describe how he felt at the moment.

The carved wooden door was pushed open again. This time, an elderly woman came in. Behind her, there were four young women in the same clothes. One of them was the woman who just brought the medicine bowl. .They filed into the room and first noticed the blood sprayed on the ground. After seeing the horrible life wriggling in the blood, a gleam of joy flashed across the old woman's face.

Du Yan felt that these women were very familiar, so familiar that he seemed to have seen them somewhere...

Suddenly, the old woman glanced at Du Yan's direction, and Du Yan was so startled that he held his breath, what kind of eyes were those!The whites of the eyes almost filled the entire eye sockets, there was only a vertical black line where the pupils should be, and nothing else...

that photo!

He remembered, the old photo in the grandma's box!

Du Yan gasped in shock. He had a feeling that the old woman had seen him!

At this moment, the picture in front of Du Yan was distorted again, and the people and scenery in front of him were quickly blurred, like a scroll that had just been opened, being closed and rolled up at the fastest speed...

Father Du and Bai Lan nervously looked at Du Yan who was lying on the bed. Old Man Zhao and Old Man Feng sat by the door without making a sound, while Old Man Xu drew a somewhat strange pattern on the yellow paper with cinnabar with a serious face. , and then cut Bai Lan's fingertips, and the dripping drop of blood just completed the last point of the pattern. Old Xu pasted the talisman on Du Yan's forehead, seeing the drop of blood on the talisman slowly soaked the yellow paper, Smudged, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, it's alright."

"But I haven't woken up yet..."

Bai Lan was still worried, but she was pulled by Old Man Du, while Old Xu waved his hand indifferently.

"He's lost his soul. I've fixed this kid's soul. Don't worry. He's just losing too much energy. He'll be fine after a night of rest. Lao Zhao, set up a soul-replenishing formation for Boy Yan so that he won't wake up tomorrow morning." Can't even move."

"Okay, Mr. Xu has spoken, and the boy will do his best! Girl of the Bai family, don't worry, if Mr. Xu says it's okay, then it will be fine."

In the darkness, Du Yan vaguely heard the voices of his parents and a few voices that were not unfamiliar. A familiar smell rushed into his nose, and the ticking sound in his ear gradually disappeared. Was it haunted by a nightmare?But he didn't know whether this dream had ended or just begun...

Bai Hui reclined quietly on the sofa, resting his forehead with one hand, his eyes closed tightly, and his beautiful face was still icy cold in deep sleep.Slowly, the long eyelashes trembled twice, and he opened his eyes, and the brilliance flowed in the golden pupils.He actually dreamed?

How long has it been since you had a dream?Is it a year?two years?Or ten years and fifty years?

Why did the courtyard buried deepest in his memory, the place dyed red by his own hands, still appear in his dream...

The golden eyes became sharper, the corners of the bright red mouth curled up, the nails as moist as pearls suddenly swelled, and the smell in memory permeated again, it was dirty, full of the smell of dirty blood...