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Chapter 94 Entering the Secret Alone ([-])

The clear stream flows through the top of the green mountain, and the empty water is clear and full of autumn colors.Thirty miles away from the world of mortals, there are white clouds and red leaves.

"Wu Litian." In desperation, He Si called out another name based on her intuition.

The figure that had been crawling stopped.

"Wu Litian." He Si knew that her intuition was right again and shouted again.

She saw the figure in front of her trembling, and He Si thought he must have been crying.But he had no mouth, unable to whimper, no eyes, unable to express pain, no ears, and unable to receive more information from He Si. He could only kneel on the ground, using the shaking of his body to cope with the crushing memories and longings.

What happened between mother and son?
Or, have they ever done anything that required atonement with their lives?
Is it true that poor people must be hateful?

He Si felt that her heart was entangled in sorrow and sorrow.

The platform was still shrinking, but the figure stood up, his arms creaking, and his head turning forward and back, but no matter how he turned, what was left for He Si was the back of his head covered with black hair, but in He Si's heart There is no fear anymore.She suddenly realized that Zeng Bin was searching for her again, but he didn't mean to hurt herself.He Si felt no malice. The man turned his head crazily, as if he just wanted to take a look at herself.

Does this mean that Zeng Bin's consciousness is recovering and he will soon wake up in reality?
The platform is still shrinking. Although Zeng Bin stopped attacking, if they can't think of a better way to wake him up, the two of them still can't escape the old man's setting, and only one person can stay alive on the platform.

The more chaotic things became, the calmer He Si became. She thought of Zeng Bin's groping on the ground just now. Maybe it wasn't his five senses that had disappeared, but his touch was still there, at least the touch in his palms.

He Si instantly saw the plan to break the situation. Silk took action, but it was not as fast and ruthless as before, and slowly floated towards the opposite figure.It was very light, but there was still a scratch on Zeng Bin's palm, and blood overflowed.

The figure hesitated for a moment, twisted his fingers and touched the bleeding palm.

He can indeed feel it!
He Si was pleasantly surprised. She planned to manipulate the silk thread to write on Zeng Bin's palm, telling him that everything around him was a dream and urging him to wake up.But before he had time to operate, Mengjing seemed to have anticipated his collapse in advance and began to resist. A large stone suddenly fell from the platform under his feet, leaving only half of the originally spacious area.

It's too late, don't blame me.

He Si made a decisive decision and became ruthless. The silk thread wrapped around Zeng Bin's fingers and began to tighten.With their fingers connected to their hearts, she hoped that the pain would wake up the wanderer trapped in his dream.

Zeng Bin did feel the severe pain. He struggled, and his newly recovered consciousness was scattered again. He stretched out his hands based on intuition and stumbled forward like a zombie, looking for the source of the pain.

Xiao Jiu suddenly flew into the air, with a huge shadow reflected behind his small wings, blowing up a strong wind that was completely out of proportion to his size, preventing Zeng Bin from touching He Si, but not blowing him down.

He Si was still tightening the thread, while Zeng Bin raised his head and screamed in the strong wind.

The space under his feet became increasingly cramped, and He Si saw that the raised head changed. The hair pointing toward the sky quickly penetrated into the inside of the head, revealing the withered and yellow skin underneath.Then the thin layer of skin began to swell and pull, like a balloon that was inflating, except that it was not filled with hydrogen, but with the uncontrollable pain in Zeng Bin's heart.

He Si was still exerting force, and the pain was aroused to the extreme. Finally, the balloon burst. Instead of bursting, a hole appeared, and the anger was vented from it. He Si heard Zeng Bin's first roar.

"Ah!" The extremely thin skin quickly shrank with this release, and reattached to the skull, becoming Zeng Bin's face, and the huge crack just now became his mouth.

The other facial features have not yet been formed, just some holes. Zeng Bin has already begun to speak: "Who are you, why do you know me, why do you know my mother?"

The last boulder also fell at this moment. The platform was only big enough for Zeng Bin to stand alone. He Si was hanging on the cliff with only a thread, and there was boundless darkness under her feet.

"wake up."

He Si's voice was unusually calm, mixed with Xiao Jiu's excited screams, which shocked Zeng Bin's mind, and all the chaos in his mind disappeared. He Si saw him open his eyes, and the confusion fell on her face, revealing a trace of clarity.

The darkness receded into the distance, and the platform was re-arranged with the emergence of light. He Si felt a pair of hands gently embracing her waist. She buried her face in the familiar smell of sandalwood and let anyone come. Brought her safely downstairs.

Sure enough, it was Qin Jian, and Fan Yu's figure also appeared not far away, running towards the two of them.

"I'm late."

This line was very familiar. He Si, who had just experienced the situation of life and death, smiled. She thought of the classic passage in the ancient costume film-the Wei minister arrived too late to save him.

But she is not a delicate princess, nor does she need a loyal but always slow guard to set off her prince charming.She is a knight who dares to venture into mysterious realms with just one person, one bird and one ray of silver. All she needs is someone who can understand her and is willing to accompany her.

"It's okay, you came just in time." After He Si said that, she suddenly felt that the battle just now was very enjoyable.

"Zeng Bin is awake. The dream is about to collapse. What are you still doing here?" Fan Yu finally ran over, panting.

"I want to see how the dream collapsed this time." He Si said calmly, standing firmly in front of the Jiangqing Building, her posture and demeanor were a bit like those of an old court official. Fan Yu was also frightened for a moment, and it was unprecedented. He made sarcastic remarks, but stood silently behind her, raising his head together and waiting for this scene to happen.

The building did not collapse. He Si was wondering when she saw drops of water seeping out from the gray wall and rolling down to the ground, gradually gathering into streams of water.

As the water droplets dripped, the water gradually gathered into a stream, and the old residential building melted bit by bit into a lake with clear bottom in front of the three people - rather, it looked like someone's tears.

Is it Zeng Bin or the old man?He Si didn't know.

The gold-encrusted black umbrella in Lao Chaofeng's hand has been turned upside down on the water, slowly expanding into a small boat, which can accommodate just a few people standing.He Si stood on the bow of the boat, looking at everything in the dream that was dripping water, the buildings, the big trees, the clouds in the sky, the occasional gust of wind...whose life was all melted into tears.

The lotus flowers I saw under the Yincheng Wooden Pagoda today appeared again, pink, goose yellow, and emerald green, like lanterns that someone had specially put down, floating from the skyline, with crystal clear dewdrops hanging on them.

The lotus circled the boat and drifted away into the distance. He Si saw the figure of the old man again at the end of the skyline. He stood on the lake as calm as a mirror, showing no sadness or joy.

(End of this chapter)