C71 Flowers in the Fog

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog.

As I gradually flew out of this haze, looking at the third floor of the building that seemed to be becoming clearer, I suddenly felt a sense of loss and regret that I hadn't seen for a long time.

There was terror in life and death, and each time one wandered about in life and death, it was a form of training that was the best for one's self.

Vaguely, I saw a path for the soul to return to its body. It was laid out in front of me in an abstract manner, as if it was guiding me to walk out of this illusory sea of blood constructed by Adhesive Red Object, from an illusory world that could kill souls to a relatively real world.

Without any hesitation, I followed the road in order to return. However, just as I was about to take two steps forward, a stage blocked my path.

The stage was made of paper, and on both sides of the stage hung colorful lanterns. They looked like those strange colored lanterns that had been hung at the door when handling white affairs. It lay across the middle of the road, leaving me no room to pass.

There were people singing on the stage, but no one was watching. The people who sang were paper men with weird facial lines, several of them, walking up and down the stage made out of paper, as if they were just there for me to see. They were the voices of my favorite Peking Opera program.

I wasn't in a hurry to go over, but just stood there silently, looking at the stage in front of me. I hadn't experienced these things before, so I didn't know if there were any other paths to it. So I chose to wait and see, in order not to change.

This ghost play seemed to be really just for me to watch. From the start, it didn't do anything bad to me. I looked doubtfully at the suddenly empty stage. I was really unable to figure out what was going on.

It was just a ghost show, and there was no harm in it at all. No matter how one looked at it, this was not justified. But it was true, even though I always felt that something was wrong.

There were no more paper singers on the stage, and the stage made of paper was blown into a haze that couldn't be seen on either side of the road. The path that was blocked appeared in front of me once more, and after hesitating for a few seconds, I decided to continue walking forward.

The only way I could get back was by the dim shadow of three floors ahead of me.

As I floated forward, I couldn't feel the passage of time nor physical strength. Occasionally, I would feel the fatigue from my soul invading my brain, and I knew that I was already very tired. If I could find a bed to lie on, I would fall asleep in an instant.

The colors were always the same. If I hadn't seen myself getting closer and closer to the vague shadows of the third floor, I would have thought that I had never moved from where I was.

At this moment, I felt someone suddenly pat my shoulder. Suddenly, half of my body turned ice-cold and numb, as though my soul had been paralyzed and I was unable to move. However, this kind of feeling only lasted for a flash.

"Qi Qiao!" It was Zhao QIu's voice. I turned my head in shock, and that fellow was still holding onto his Chinese rhubarb umbrella. He was currently standing behind me.

I probed him, "Ninth?"

Zhao QIu nodded in agreement and said to me, "We can't go any further. There is only the Road to River Styx ahead. Follow me quickly."

"Are you really Ol 'Nine?" I didn't pay attention to what Zhao QIu said to me. Right now, I should still be in an illusory world. Who knows what this Zhao Qiujiu looks like?

"Who else could it be other than me? I said don't go any further! I really don't want you to die! " After saying those words to Zhao QIu, I continued to fly forward without stopping. He quickly ran forward and pressed his hand on my shoulder. The numbing feeling became even stronger and my entire soul seemed to have collapsed in an instant.

"What Road to River Styx? We're going back to the third floor. You're not letting me go back to wait for me like this, are you? Tell me, who are you?" At this time, only my mouth was left moving. I looked at Zhao QIu and asked in a stern voice.

"I can't explain it clearly to you right now. There isn't enough time, so hurry up and follow me!" Without saying anything, Zhao QIu dragged my weightless body towards the back. His speed was very fast, it was more than ten times faster than the speed when I returned to the third floor. In just an instant, I could already see that the shadow of the third floor, which I had easily gotten close to, had become much further away.

I wanted to struggle free, but my entire body was numb and cold. I didn't have any strength to resist, so he dragged me into the fog.

My life is over? This thought popped into my head as I plunged into the mist. But right after that, he wanted to scatter what he saw in front of him.

Another road, as abstract as the one I had just taken. It didn't look like a road, but I knew it was definitely a road.

I didn't protest. It was no use. If this thing really wants to do something against me, then I, who currently doesn't have the slightest bit of attack power, can only become a fish on the chopping block and be slaughtered by others.

Without saying a word, he grabbed onto me with one hand and rapidly approached the end of the small road. There was a layer of faint fog in front of him, and behind that layer of fog was the more realistic third floor.

Help! I seemed to hear something breaking as I slowly opened my eyes. Finally, I saw a real three-storey building. I was standing quietly in front of the table, my other hand, which had been pressed to the object at first, already half separated from it.

Turning his head to look, I saw that Zhao Qi was actually standing beside me. When he saw me open my eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief and said how dangerous it was.

"What's going on!" Just as I said this sentence, the world in front of me goes dark. If you want to fall down like this, then just go to sleep. My heart cried out 'I can't!' but it seemed to be completely useless. It was a type of exhaustion that originated from the soul and no one was able to resist it.

Taking advantage of the fact that I was still conscious at the end, I used all of my strength to pull out the black cloth and covered the object that was as red as a sea of blood in front of me. Then... I fell straight to the floor.

At the very end, when he heard Zhao QIu say 'you've been', he had completely lost consciousness.

Coma.

In the haze, I began to travel back and forth through countless dreams, so strange and ordinary that they seeped into my world, but I was forever a bystander in these dreams. Looking at the scenery, occasionally stopping to admire or watch the fun, I feel that reality isn't the only interesting thing, everyone's dream is actually quite interesting, but these things, they were only known in their dreams. Moreover, even if they were to speak out, they would probably just be teased for a few sentences and then there would be nothing else.

A ray of sunlight fell into my room, never coming through the window without the curtains, and it shone right into my face. I was not used to the light rubbing my eyes for a long time before I finally woke up.

"Hmph …" "Hmph …" Noticing that I was awake, the little thing that had been lying next to my pillow hummed and arched its head, then slipped down and disappeared from the room.

What was going on! Am I not supposed to be on the third floor of sulcus basilaris's illusory third floor? Why did he suddenly appear here? And then there was Zhao QIu. I clearly remembered that Zhao QIu was standing right next to me. That shouldn't be wrong, although I also couldn't understand why he would suddenly appear there.

Could it be a dream? The continuous dreams made me feel unreal. I didn't know whether to immerse myself in the illusions or to awaken my body and soul.

I thought I needed a way to prove that I was alive, not dead. I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't think of any way to prove it.

"Hiss." It's so painful! " In order to prove that I was still alive, in order to let me truly feel like I was being pinched, I hit it a little too hard.

Actually, I didn't mean to! I thought.

"Hey Zheng Qiqiao, you finally woke up." Just as I was about to get into a sitting position, the door to my room was suddenly pushed open. Zhao Qiujiu pushed open the curtain and walked in.

"I was just about to look for you, what do you mean by waking up!" "Did I sleep for a long time?"

Zhao QIu and I had always been casual with each other, so there was no need for him to sit with me. He just obediently took a chair and sat beside my bed. He was also holding a teacup in his hand. The aroma of the tea in the cup gave me a very familiar feeling.

"What else can I say? You've been unconscious for five whole days!" Zhao Qinguang rolled his eyes at me in annoyance.

"Five days. My god, shouldn't I be in sulcus basilaris?"

"Yeah, you are so capable that you almost lost your life running away by yourself. If I didn't dare to go in time, you would have already signed your name at Yama Minamiya's place. Even if a god descended to the mortal world, he wouldn't be able to save you. "

When it came to this matter, Zhao Qiujiu felt a deep sense of resentment. I knew he was concerned about me, and more than once he warned me to be careful of that moment when things turn around.

I must have been a little angry because what I said to him went in the left ear and out the right ear.

"Don't be angry yet! Let me ask you, are you able to brew the tea in my cupboard? "

"Uh. Well. Heh heh … "Isn't this when I finished my tea? I'll borrow some from you. I'll return it to you after I buy some good tea!"

Zhao QIu laughed awkwardly at my words.

I glared at him. "That's enough! The tea that you bought can compare to my tea?" It's not like you've been scheming for a day or two, f * * k! We were able to defend ourselves from you in the end. "

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

This chapter is too hard to write.

After sitting in front of the computer for more than two hours, he wrote more than a thousand words.

F * * k!

I'll write it slowly, and I'll make this chapter even more interesting tomorrow morning...

I'm sorry, I'm very upset right now. I'm sorry.