The Doctor of the City goes down the mountain

Chapter 2688: Sinking!

In this virtual world, the sky is blue every day.

Lin Dong stood by the fence of his own yard, holding a cup of jasmine tea that his mother had just brewed. The aroma of the tea wafted through the air, bringing with it the warmth of home.

In this fantasy, his mother is young and healthy, with a smile as warm as the sunshine in early spring, and no longer suffering from illness. Her smile is the most gentle anchor in Lin Dong's heart, allowing him to find a sense of belonging in this fantasy.

Not far away, five women, Bai Jue, Liu Qingcheng, Qiao Bing, Tang Wu and Qingye Piaoxue, were laughing and taking care of the garden. They each had a different temperament and beauty: Bai Jue was as gentle as water, Liu Qingcheng was as passionate as fire, Qiao Bing was cold and noble, Tang Wu was sweet and lovely, and Qingye Piaoxue was just as her name suggested, cold with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

They surrounded Lin Dong, as if it was a picture carefully arranged by fate, making Lin Dong feel unprecedented happiness and satisfaction.

Every day, they strolled together in every corner of Dream Town, or sat in the yard at night, looking up at the starry sky, sharing each other's dreams and past.

Lin Dong discovered that in this world, all regrets were filled, all pains were forgotten, and only endless laughter and sweetness were left.

However, as time went by, Lin Dong found that his memory of reality was gradually becoming blurred.

The memories that once made him feel heartbroken and struggled seemed to be shrouded by an invisible fog, becoming increasingly difficult to touch. He began to doubt whether he really had such a past. Those days of loss, loneliness and struggle seemed to have become a distant dream.

"This is our home and our common safe haven." Whenever Lin Dong felt confused and dazed, his mother's voice would be heard.

But Lin Dong would occasionally feel a little uneasy, but he had no idea why.

One night, when the moonlight was unusually bright, Lin Dong sat alone under the old locust tree in the backyard, with unprecedented complex emotions surging in his heart.

He closed his eyes, trying to dig out those forgotten fragments from the bottom of his heart, but found that they were like sand in an hourglass, becoming less and less, and more and more difficult to grasp.

"I can't remember anything. It hurts every time I think about it." Lin Dong shook his head and finally gave up.

Then, continue to indulge in this fantasy world.

He enjoyed the "happiness and love" here, and his memory of reality became increasingly blurred.

Not only did he forget the purpose of coming to the Earth Dragon Palace, he even forgot that he was cursed with the Death Soul. He even forgot his current location, the battlefield outside the domain, and thought he was really in his childhood hometown.

As time goes by, Lin Dong has less and less memory of the real world.

And in the depths of the Dragon Ring, the Witch God's soul floated in the void, surrounded by a faint blue light, which was her only remaining mental power flickering slightly.

Her gaze penetrated the barriers of time and space and was fixed on Lin Dong in the illusion. There was both anxiety and helplessness in her eyes.

"Lin Dong, why are you so obsessed with this illusion? If you keep indulging yourself in this, you will be trapped in it forever. This is fake, not real."

The spirit of the witch god whispered in the space of the dragon ring. The voice carried an ancient and deep rhythm, but the call was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to penetrate Lin Dong's heart which was deeply wrapped in illusion.

She had tried countless times to reestablish a spiritual connection with Lin Dong, but each attempt was like touching an invisible barrier and was ruthlessly bounced back. The witch god understood that Lin Dong's heart had fallen deeply into this dream woven by himself, and he became less and less sensitive to the calls of the outside world, and even began to reject any voice that might break this "perfect" reality.

At the other end of the dragon ring space, Lin Dong was still immersed in that fantasy world interwoven with love and fantasy, and every day was like living in a fairy tale.

He seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, the existence of the outside world, and even the self who had been working tirelessly for his dreams and responsibilities.

Here, his mother is healthy and long-lived, and the five women are gently accompanying him. Every smile and every hug makes him feel unprecedented happiness and satisfaction.

However, this happiness is not without a price. Lin Dong's concept of reality is gradually becoming blurred, his memory is like being shrouded in fog, and the experiences that once made him grow and made him strong are slowly disappearing from his consciousness.

The spirit of the witch god wandered anxiously in the space of the dragon ring. She knew very well that if Lin Dong continued like this, he would not only lose contact with the real world, but might also be lost in this false happiness forever.

She had to find a way, a way to penetrate Lin Dong's defenses and awaken his true self deep inside.

"Lin Dong, did you hear me? This is your choice, and also your test. Remember, true happiness lies not in escaping, but in facing it. Even if reality is full of thorns, it is an indispensable part of your growth. Don't let the illusory happiness blind your eyes, and don't let the fear in your heart constrain your steps."

The voice of the witch god echoed in the space of the dragon ring. Although it still could not be conveyed directly to Lin Dong, she believed that as long as the faith in her heart was not extinguished, one day, this call would penetrate the fog and awaken Lin Dong's sleeping soul.

In that fantasy world woven by endless imagination, the boundary between time and reality becomes blurred and fragile, as if every wisp of wind and every cloud carries unspeakable power.

This is Lin Dong’s spiritual haven, and it is also the place where his truest emotions deep in his heart are reflected.

Ever since the witch god's cry penetrated dreams and reality, Lin Dong's heart has been like a fallen leaf blown by a strong wind, drifting unsteadily, struggling in a whirlpool of reason and emotion.

The illusion seemed to have the magic power to see into people's hearts. It felt Lin Dong's inner torment and desire, so in this world built of fantasy, it once again displayed its incredible "medical skills".

This time, it was not for testing or tempering, but to give Lin Dong an unprecedented "happiness", a "strong medicine" that was enough to make him sink completely.

It was a sunny morning. Sister Bai Jue in the dream, the woman who always soothed Lin Dong's heart with her gentle smile, welcomed the most sacred moment of her life - the child in her belly was finally born in this world full of miracles.

Following a clear and pleasant cry, the entire illusion seemed to be shocked by this new power, and everything seemed to be rejuvenated at this moment.

The arrival of the child was like a ray of warm sunshine penetrating the clouds, illuminating the darkest corner of Lin Dong's heart.

He held Sister Bai Jue's hand tightly, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination and joy.

That little life, with its infinite vision for the future, made Lin Dong completely surrounded by "happiness and beauty".

"It's over, it's over. If it continues like this, it won't be long before he is completely trapped here." In the dragon ring space, the witch god murmured anxiously.

(End of this chapter)