blues paradox

This day and night, the stars seemed to be much dimmer than last night. Lance was wearing a dark tight outfit, and his long golden hair was tied neatly with a headband.He sat quietly on the window sill, humming an unknown nursery rhyme, and the cold starlight shone down, as if he could stretch out his wings from behind and fly into the sky in the next moment, or turn into a wisp of misty blue smoke to shake the world .

He turned around, looked at the young man who opened the door, and said flatly, "I almost thought you weren't coming."

"Why?" Yi replied with a smile, his eyes flickering a little, Lance gave him a strange look, and said after a while: "Okay, let's go."

Lans walked down the long spiral staircase step by step with his wings, making crisp footsteps, not loud, but enough to attract attention.But this is not a problem, there is no one in the castle at the moment, or should I say, there is no one else except him and Yi.

"It seems to be going well." Yi sighed lowly, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

Lance didn't speak, everything was normal, but he always felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't explain why, so he could only raise his vigilance and pay attention to the movement around him carefully.

In front is the rose garden. Under the cold starlight, large areas of bright red roses are either winding, winding, or swaggering in the wind, blooming vigorously and enchantingly.

Those are all wild roses, which can bloom wantonly without deliberate care, writing the hymn of life.Their petals are bright crimson, like dried blood in the light of the stars, with a faint, bewitching fragrance that seems to tempt one to do something; their stems are a deep dark green , the same dark green as the repaired bed curtain, tough but sinuous, with clusters of protruding spikes.When the skin is drawn across it, a string of small bright red blood beads can be brought up, attached to the spikes, or splashed onto the petals, and complement each other with bright red petals, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

When Lans walked out of the sea of ​​flowers, he had a creepy feeling, as if every flower was a pair of eyes, they peeped at the passers-by, and the rustling sound of the breeze was their whispering.

Laners wanted to pass through this strange rose garden quickly, but he stopped. He raised his head, and in the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, there was a person standing still with his hands behind his back.

Scattered silver threads floated in the breeze, as if depicting the footprints blown by the wind. Most of the white robes were hidden under the tall and lush rose vines, and the wide sleeves were covered with dark gold patterns. Those patterns, like some kind of ancient characters, exude a deep and mysterious atmosphere, under the stars, the golden eyes are dotted with silver light.He spoke softly, but his tone was as frighteningly gentle as winter, and he said, "Son, is it fun?"

Lance didn't make a sound, but just looked at Xiu quietly, without the annoyance and resentment that failed him. Unexpectedly, he felt very peaceful, as if he had merged with this sea of ​​roses.With a bright red corolla blooming recklessly, he is a rose, or in other words, he hopes that he is a rose, with a life full of wildness and unfettered.

However, he was not a plant after all, he felt like a puppet without a soul, leaving only an empty shell.Here, the soul is a worthless thing, and the thought is a heavy burden. Without these, maybe he would live more easily.But he has it, so he can only rack his brains to find ways to escape, but he doesn't want to, it's just a silly dream, and it turns out to be nothing.

Laners followed Sophie down, the long steps made of stones meandered down, leading directly into the endless darkness, surrounded by a bleak wind, and someone's screams seemed to be echoing in his ears, the pale candlelight The shimmer danced dangerously in the wind, as if it would go out in the next moment.Lans had been to this long ladder before, and he knew that at the end of the long ladder was a closed stone room, where there were many children in the same situation as him.But now it was different from the last time. When passing by here, Xiu had been tugging at his sleeves all the time. Until now, the cuffs seemed to still have the man's cold body temperature.Those golden eyes and the silver waterfall are like cursors in the dark; the cold but reassuring temperature resting on the cuff reminds him all the time: he is not alone.

But now he was alone, and Sophie walked in front holding the candlestick. The dim light of the candlelight made her pale, like a ghost floating in mid-air.Last time, he only paid attention to pretending to be stupid and observing Xiu, and paid no attention to the rest; but this time, the gloomy wind seemed to be able to corrode his soul, weather his body, and frighten him for no reason. On the stone ladder, it seems to be walking on the edge of hell.

They walked to the end of the stone stairs and saw the stone room again. At this moment, the place was really empty, without those children, it looked even more silent and gloomy.

"Where are they?" Lance was puzzled, what does this mean, should he be imprisoned here alone?Where did those sacrifices go, why didn't they see them during the day, and now they disappeared out of thin air?

"This is not something you should worry about, young master." Sophie replied without turning her head, as if she didn't pay attention to the gloomy atmosphere around her at all, and in fact she didn't.

Sophie held a candlestick and stood in front of a mottled stone wall. The stone wall was dilapidated and vicissitudes, with patches of dark red spots on it, like metal rust or splashed blood.Sophie held up the candlestick and muttered something, maybe it was a dialect of a certain place, or it might be some unknown language.It was a pleasant language, as if singing an unknown song. Accompanied by Sophie's voice, the silver candlestick gradually emitted a faint silver light, and the strange patterns engraved on it joined together. Lived in an instant, scrambling to leave the candlestick, circling around Sophie and Lance in strips of ribbons.Then, after going around an unknown number of times, he pounced on the stone wall and sank into it. A dazzling white light flashed, and when the light disappeared, the stone wall was gone, replaced by a deep tunnel.

This is... a secret passage?How could there be such a strange way to open it?It's like... It's as magical as Xiu took him out of the hall last time, the entanglement of rose petals, the floating of silver patterns, it's unbelievable no matter how you look at it, as if you have come to a different dimension and saw it disappearing in ancient times. gods.

However, Lance didn't ask. He knew that these things that were beyond his knowledge were beyond his control.What's more, his current situation does not allow him to pay too much attention to it, and he doesn't even know what kind of fate awaits him.

The tunnel was deep and damp, and there seemed to be some dark green moss growing on the surrounding stone walls.Laners couldn't see very clearly, he only knew that there were many unknown insects the size of fingernails crawling around on it.The weak light illuminated the area two steps away, and there was a dignified darkness outside the light. He was no longer sure whether these insects were just ordinary insects, and whether the moss was just ordinary moss.

They walked forward quietly, and at the end of the tunnel was a dark iron door, which was locked.The strange thing is that in such a humid environment, the iron door has no trace of rust.

Sophie went forward to unlock the iron lock, pushed the door open, and took two steps, only to find that Lance didn't follow, but just stood at the door in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking, so she turned around and asked : "Master, why don't you leave?"

Laners looked in surprise at the various instruments of torture in front of him, as well as the people who were dying of pain and wailing on the instruments of torture. The wail sounded like a dying bird, shrill and sharp, as if piercing the heavens.His scalp was a little numb, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.Does the great duke want to use these instruments of torture to punish him for his overreaching?

Sophie looked at Lance's apparently terrified but pretended calm look with amused expression, and led him towards an empty cell.What His Royal Highness Yixiu meant was just to scare him, so as not to cause trouble for the kitten by flailing its teeth and claws and thinking of weird ways all day long.Hehe, it looks good.

Laners walked into the cell helplessly, and sat on the floor against the wall, the uninterrupted wailing in his ears became more and more stern and clearer, as if those people were beside him.Still don't know what will happen to him, and being in such an environment is really very infiltrating.

"Okay, young master, just stay here for a few days. Except for a layer of skin peeling off, a hoarse voice, and a few limbs that are still intact, don't worry, my life is definitely still there." Sophie said Locking the cell door, while trying to scare Lans with evil intentions, the crisp and joyful laughter seemed abrupt under such circumstances.

"That seems to be worse." Lans forced out a sentence from his throat. Although he was calm on the surface, his voice was trembling.Sophie laughed shamelessly again, and the laughter echoed around, overlapping with the sound of collisions and bounces from the wall, so arrogant.A cold voice suddenly sounded, "Have you laughed enough? I have been scared by you, and your goal has been achieved, Sophie Butler, you can go."

"Uh... I also thought I had achieved my goal, but it doesn't look like that now." Sophie stopped laughing, and looked at Lance angrily, as if she had been tricked, and she was ashamed this time , "Forget it, I'd better go back, you kid is really boring."

"Wait, let me tell you where this is, anyway, I will live for a few days."

"This is a bloody cemetery, but it's no different from an ordinary dungeon to you, and you can't feel it anyway." Sophie turned and left as soon as she finished speaking, with a little imperceptible annoyance.

Bloody cemetery?I seem to have heard it somewhere.