blues paradox

The most frightening thing in the world is darkness and the unknown.Unfortunately, these two things were met by Lance at the same time.He was wrapped in the boundless darkness, his feet didn't feel down-to-earth, he seemed to be floating out of thin air, helpless and confused, the endless darkness and loneliness infinitely magnified his fear of the unknown future.

"Tick tock...tick tock..." I don't know how long it took, when fear had become a kind of numbness, when death had become a kind of relief, he heard the slow but clear sound of water droplets.

At first he was happy to hear some voice in this nothingness, but gradually, the slow and long-lasting rhythm made his heart itch like ants, and his chest was full of inexplicable depression and sourness. His breathing became more and more rapid and heavy, and he was impatient and eager to find a way to vent/release the fear and depression under strong pressure.But there was no way, in this nothingness, he felt that he didn't even have a body, God knows where the sound of his breathing came from.

When there is nothing he can do, he can only force himself to adapt to the environment and try to suppress his increasingly uncontrollable emotions.

Slowly, my heart became more and more peaceful and ethereal, as if nothing could arouse the slightest turmoil in my mind.He seemed to hear the jingling of the clear spring, and the rustling of the leaves blown by the wind; he seemed to see the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the leaves in the quiet forest, forming bunches of brilliant halos.

The surroundings gradually brightened up, but they still couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly. The thick smoke lingered around, giving people the illusion of being in a fairyland.Lance was not in a hurry, but just waited quietly.All that he experienced just now seemed to have smoothed out the impatience and frivolity in his character that belonged only to teenagers.

As the white mist dissipated, a tall and gorgeous door appeared in front of his eyes. He stood there like a speck of dust looking up at the sky.The door was engraved with complicated patterns and things similar to spells. Lans looked up and saw that the upper end of the door extended into the darkness in the distance, which seemed to be towering into the sky.

Maybe, it's time to open that door and have a look.Laners thought this way, but he didn't act for a long time. He was very suspicious, how could he push open the heavy door with his strength like an ant?What to do, I seem to be more curious, what is behind that?

A miracle happened, as his desire to open the door to take a peek became stronger, the door slowly opened a small crack, and Lans stepped away and entered.

Is this... a mirror?

Lance looked around suspiciously. Above his head, under his feet, around him...all were full of suspended mirrors, large or small, in which countless selves were reflected, making people dizzy.

"I'm sorry Your Highness Xiu, but the young master...has indeed passed away." Sophie carefully worded her words, secretly looking at Xiu's face that contained anger.

Lans was not born orthodox, but he was the only child of His Royal Highness Xiu, and his status was quite distinguished.Although he planned to escape, His Highness Xiu obviously didn't care much about these little tricks, and it can be said that he enjoyed it.No matter how you look at it, the child named Yi will not end well.Forget it, I don't want to go to the dungeon for the next few days, the smell of blood that had finally dissipated probably became much stronger.

"What will happen to him?" Xiu glanced at Sophie lightly, and then turned to the window, where a large area of ​​gorgeous roses bloomed in the setting sun, like clusters of burning flames.

"It depends on what you want, Your Highness Xiu." Sophie said in a low voice, swallowing the second part of the sentence "Anyway, there is nothing I can do about it". She didn't want to offend His Highness Xiu at this time. , is still very important.

"Then, let's perform the bloodline purification ceremony." Xiu smiled briskly, and Sophie trembled subconsciously.

"Your Highness, the success rate is not high. If he fails, he will really die." Sophie hurriedly retorted, adding an accent on the word "true".

"What's the difference between him being like this and dying? Or..." Xiu paused, looked at Sophie, and said sarcastically, "Do you have a better way?"

"Uh...no no...Your Highness is wise!" Sophie smiled obsequiously, and started to prepare things quickly, sighing inwardly: These days are getting more and more difficult, we can't delay any longer, when the young master wakes up I will leave and get married.snort!Let the heartless guy in the tomb suffer here by himself.

"Spells, mantras, magic circles, magic spar... Well, it's almost there, Your Highness, when will it start?"

"Don't worry, we'll talk about it after he passes through the Baijing Gate."

Baijingmen?Sensitively capturing this word, Sophie was frightened again. It was the most poignant, tragic and unbearable part of her life!Young master, you can ask for more blessings...

What are these mirrors for?There was no way ahead, so Lance had to stop where he was, looking up and down the mirrors.Suddenly, a five or six-year-old boy appeared in the mirror directly in front of him, with pale blond hair and green eyes, was that... me?

The little boy was running on the uneven muddy road, and a group of children two or three years older than him kept chasing after him and beating him.They threw stones the size of a baby's fist, which rained down on him and hurt him.He ran for his life, not caring that the stone broke his head, and the blood slid down his forehead and into his eyes, blurring his vision.He only knew that if he was chased by them, what awaited him would be a more brutal beating. They would pin him to the ground, punch and kick him, and he would not be able to escape or hide.He couldn't be let go until his head was bleeding and he even fell into a semi-consciousness, and then he dragged his bruised body back home with difficulty...

No!All of this has passed, he doesn't want to see this again, what is played in the mirror seems to be the memory in Lance's brain, deep and clear, as if time has been reversed, and even feels pain on his body, he can hardly distinguish what is in front of him Is it the mirror, or the muddy path and those who beat him... No, these are all fake, fake!Lance forced himself to look away, but what caught his eyes was a mirror. In the mirror, was the little boy who had grown up, and Lance himself...

It was next to the only gallows in the town. On that day, the sun was scorching like fire, and the adults put down the prisoner who had just been hanged and left.Noisily the children brought the little boy, and, ignoring his cries, they bound his hands to the gallows ropes and hung him up.For three days in a row, under the scorching sun, there was no food or water to drink, and no one would let him go. Everyone was pointing, playing and booing around him.Until the half-crazed mother stumbled and put him down, at that time, he was almost dead... He didn't know why he could survive, why he still wanted to survive, maybe it would be easier to die like this.

Laners cried and wailed bitterly. He squatted down with his head in his arms, shaking his head desperately, intending to shake those pictures out of his mind.However, even if he crouched down and huddled into a ball, there were still mirrors around him, including his feet, which could be seen as soon as he opened his eyes.In the mirror, there are countless Lances of different ages, they are constantly suffering from all kinds of sufferings, and they can be seen no matter where they look.That's not a mirror, it's a devil!It is the devil in everyone's heart.

It was when he was ten years old, in the cold winter, with white snow fluttering like fluff.The little boy was hiding by the uninhabited pond and didn't know what he was thinking. He just wanted to spend the night quietly, but those people found him.He sat quietly by the pond and daydreamed, and those people came quietly, but he didn't notice it at all.They walked behind him, pushed him into the water with one palm, and scattered with laughter.No one cares, so no one knows that he can't swim. He floated up and down in the freezing cold lake water in the severe winter, struggling desperately until he exhausted his strength and slowly sank into the water... But he still didn't die, the passing servant He was rescued easily.He is still alive, but this is just the beginning of the tragedy. He is tortured day and night, and the days repeat like this without end...

No, he doesn't want to see this again!Laners curled up into a ball, he tightly covered his ears and closed his eyes, but he could still see and hear, as if those mirrors had entered his mind, constantly playing his painful experiences , which drove him almost insane.