Day and night tour

Chapter 168: Dream of Abortion
The sound in the forbidden tower continued to echo.

The distance between Zhou Xuan and the fleshy spikes in front of him was slowly shortening.

For a moment, his consciousness began to become confused, and he could not tell whether he was walking towards the direction of the spikes or the spikes were moving towards him.

"You are a shitty Buddha! Go and dream on!"

Zhou Xuan once again formed the meditation seal, and with his newly recovered clarity of mind, he swung his arm and used his bone teeth to cut off all the thorns.

Golden blood splattered everywhere.

"Hohoho, you can cut off these thorns made of flesh, but can you cut off the thorns in your heart?"

"Zhou Xuan, don't lie to yourself. You have never been to Jing Country. There has never been any Jing Country!"

"You changed your rhetoric? You're not going to lie to me about my grandma anymore?"

Zhou Xuan sneered, and relying on a brief moment of clarity, he ran down the stairs again. Getting out of the tower was his only goal now.

"You can't get out... look at the stairs."

Zhou Xuan glanced at the stairs. He was clearly on the second floor, but the stairs kept spinning downwards. He didn't know how many floors they had rotated.

The spiral staircase seemed to go around a bottomless cave.

I have no idea where the cave leads to.

"Then I won't leave!"

Zhou Xuan took out the talisman for clearing injustices from his arms. He wanted to hide it in the crack of time and space.

"The Forbidden Pagoda of Qiye Temple in Mingjiang Prefecture, August 8th."

He filled in a date, the Book of Cleansing Wrongs was shaking, he was entering the gap in time and space, but when the book stopped, he still heard the sound of the Forbidden Tower.

"Hehehe, Zhou Xuan, stop deceiving yourself. The Xiyuan Lu, the Jing Kingdom, and Zhou Lingyi are all your fantasies. Even the name Zhou Xuan is a figment of your imagination. Do you know why the Zhou Lingyi you created had a long conversation with you and talked to so many people, but not your grandmother?
Hehehe, because your grandma is a thorn in your heart, you want to avoid her, you don’t want to mention her anymore! You are avoiding her in your dreams, you don’t want to wake up... You want to avoid her, but can you avoid her forever? "

"I'm not in a dream, I'm in reality."

"Then check if you are in reality. I will show you your grandmother's secret."

The sound from the forbidden tower stopped immediately, and Zhou Xuan returned to the day when he had a car accident in his previous life.

It was just getting dark and Zhou Xuan was driving on the highway. When he was only five kilometers away from the highway exit of his hometown, he suddenly saw a living creature jumping out in front of him.

He immediately stepped on the brakes, and the sound of violent friction between the tires and the ground lingered in his ears.

Fortunately, I was lucky and the car braked, only half a meter away from the creature.

After surviving the disaster, Zhou Xuan’s heart almost jumped out.

He was breathing heavily, took out a cigarette from the armrest, lit it, took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, released the brake, and wanted to get back on the road.

As a result, as soon as he looked up, the cigarette butt in his mouth was shaking, and he saw a horrifying scene.

The living creature he almost hit was a sheep.

At this time, Aries stood up in front of the car, leaning on its two hind legs, with the corners of its mouth grinning, as if it was smiling like a human.

Zhou Xuan felt a little panicked at the moment. He was afraid that he was hallucinating because of excessive tension. He rubbed his eyes, adjusted his mood, and looked at the sheep again. The sheep did not smile, but vomited a lot on the hood of the car.

Among the pile of filth was an undigested human hand.

The skin of his hands was cracked, and on his wrist he wore a white jade bracelet.

Zhou Xuan recognized it immediately. The jade bracelet was the one he bought for his grandmother.

This means that this hand belongs to grandma...

"Grass!"

Without saying a word, Zhou Xuan stepped on the accelerator and rammed the sheep hard.

Bang!
The sheep was knocked away several meters. Zhou Xuan, with red eyes, continued to step on the accelerator and hit it again. At this time, a large truck crashed over and knocked Zhou Xuan's car into the guardrail.

Zhou Xuan was hit so hard that he looked like a nobody, but he tried to open his eyes to see if the sheep was killed...

But when he looked over, there was no sheep on the ground. There was only an old lady lying there.

The old lady was wearing a white jade bracelet on her wrist.

"It's grandma? Why is it grandma?"

Zhou Xuan held on and looked around. This was not a highway. This was the road in front of his hometown. There were two rows of poplar trees on the side of the road, and there was a pond not far ahead...

"Am I really running away? Because I killed my own grandmother and I don't want to admit it?"

Zhou Xuan suddenly had this sad thought.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer, his head tilted, and he fell onto the seat.

He seemed to hear the whistle of the ambulance and the nurses talking.

"This man hit his grandmother to death."

"why?"

"He has always been mentally ill, and there was bromostat in his car. I think he was having a seizure."

"Tsk tsk, what a troublemaker, a mentally ill person driving a car."

"Brominate? That name sounds familiar. Have I ever taken Bromate? No way. I have never taken this medicine. I didn't hit and kill my grandma! There is no way I could have hit and killed my grandma."

Zhou Xuan's eyes were dark, with all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and the beeping sounds of instruments in the hospital could be heard in his ears.

"Li Ling, you son of a bitch, you are mentally ill, why are you driving a car?"

The voice was angry.

"It's Dad. Dad is also scolding me for killing grandma?"

Zhou Xuan's name in his previous life was Li Ling.

"Don't blame Lingzi. Does he want to? He went to see Director Liu of the psychiatric department some time ago. Director Liu evaluated him and determined that his condition has recovered. The hallucinations and delusions have disappeared. Who knows..."

Mother is trying to persuade father not to lose his temper.

“I really had a mental illness?”

Zhou Xuan tried hard to think, and a picture suddenly unfolded in his mind - he was sweating profusely, opened the drawer at the head of the bed, and tremblingly took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer. It was written "Bromotin". He twisted the cap off the bottle and poured the whole bottle of medicine into his mouth...

"I was really sick?! And seriously ill?!"

"This picture is not real, it's not!"

Zhou Xuan still didn't want to believe it.

After who knows how many days had passed, Zhou Xuan could always hear the sounds of lights turning on and off, instruments beeping, and doors opening and closing.

Infinite reincarnation.

until this day,
My mother entered the ward and brought in a monk.

Zhou Xuan, who was in a coma, knew about this because his father was angrily scolding his mother: "Why did you bring a monk here? Li Ling didn't wake up because he had a head injury and hasn't recovered yet."

"Old Zhou, the doctor said that Lingzi has no problem with his brain. He is just afraid to face the fact that our mother was killed by him, so he is trying to escape!"

"Even if he is running away, if you find a monk, will he stop running away?"

"You don't need the old monk. He is the Zen Master Jingmiao in our city, a high monk. He can wake Lingzi up."

My mother started arguing with my father again because of Zen Master Jingmiao. When the argument was at its most intense, the door of the ward opened.

"Family members, I hope you can firmly believe in modern science and not do anything weird. Monk, this is a hospital, please leave."

"Doctor, my son hasn't woken up for a month. You asked this monk to perform a ritual. What if he wakes up? What if..."

"...There's no chance of success..." "You have to try it anyway. This is my son... I want to try?" The mother begged the doctor.

The doctor sighed and then uttered a heavy lament: "Alas!"

The ward door closed again.

"Master Jingmiao, please perform the ritual."

"Amitabha."

After Zhou Xuan heard the Buddha's name, he heard Master Jingmiao speaking in his ear: "Donor Li, it wasn't you who hit grandma to death. Someone was influencing you. There are little ghosts around you."

The sound of the shaking chain rang in Zhou Xuan's ears.

Then, a sterling silver pendant hung down in front of his dark eyes. The pendant was a cute Bichon Frise.

Seeing the object reminded Zhou Xuan of the conversation he had with his girlfriend in his previous life.

"Brother Ling, I want to buy a Bichon Frise."

"The house we rent has no room to keep a Bichon Frise."

"But Bhibhu is much cuter."

His girlfriend in the previous life was called Qin Yiyi, and they had a sweet time together, but like many young people who were troubled by economic conditions and parted ways, they did not end up together.

The Bichon Frise pendant is a gift from Zhou Xuan to Qin Yiyi.

"Brother Ling, I'm sorry. I'm too poor, so my mom arranged a matchmaking for me. She's from my hometown, and her family runs a catering business."

"I really don't want to catch the bus at dark every morning, for fear of being late and having my salary deducted. I don't want to spend money carefully when I go out for a meal. I'm really afraid of being poor."

"Yiyi, I'm going to be promoted soon. My company will let me be a junior leader! I'll get a raise soon."

"Brother Ling, you are a good person."

Zhou Xuan's ears were filled with the conversation he had with Qin Yiyi when they broke up. The only way he could keep her was by offering her a promotion and a raise, even though the promotion was not a high position and the salary increase was not much.

Although his career seemed to be on the rise since the breakup, Qin Yiyi had already married another man...that relationship could only remain in the form of "regret", hidden deep in his heart forever.

"Donor Qin fell seriously ill and passed away. She still remembered your kindness and came to find you recently. She became sneaky and stayed around you. You always have strange hallucinations. You are not having a mental illness. These are hallucinations caused by Donor Qin's influence on you."

"You shouldn't have run away. It's not your fault that you killed grandma!"

"Donor Li, open your eyes. As long as you open them again, you will see that there are still many people who care about you. Your father, mother, and your friends are all waiting for you!"

"Lingzi, open your eyes. You are not to blame for what happened to our mother."

"Li Ling, Li Ling!"

Countless voices were calling Zhou Xuan.

“Could it be that everything is my illusion, Jingguo, my sister, my master, the storyteller, the tattoo, the ancestral tree, are all my illusions?

They never existed.

Did I make this up in my mind to avoid my grandmother's death? "

"Lingzi, open your eyes quickly. Mom saw your eyelids move. Open your eyes and look at me. During the more than one month you were in a coma, I have a lot more white hair. Please feel sorry for me."

As the mother spoke, she began to cry sadly.

"Donor Li, now that you know the truth, your inner demons are gone. It's time to wake up."

"Mom, I'll open my eyes, I'll open them now... I really want to see you again!"

"No... I can't open my eyes... They are all expecting me to open my eyes. Will I be completely bewitched by the Forbidden Tower once I open my eyes?"

Zhou Xuan could no longer distinguish the boundary between reality and dreams.

"No, no, I don't believe that Jingguo is fake. You are not reality, you are a dream, Jingguo is reality!"

"But my mother's voice could not deceive me... When I was a child, my father's business failed and the family was in debt. The creditors came to collect the debt during the New Year. My mother leaned against the door and dared not open it. She waited until the creditors left before she squatted at the door and cried.

Zhou Xuan will never forget his mother's cry.

Zhou Xuan wanted to open his eyes again, but he didn't dare to.

"I'm so tired! Mom, my heart is so tired!"

Zhou Xuan's spirit was close to collapse.

On the verge of collapse, he suddenly hardened his heart!
"I can't tell what is reality and what is a dream.

Then I weave a dream for myself, and I sleep forever in my dream.

If the book dream and the Well Country were all dreams I made up in my coma to escape reality,
Then I will deceive myself once more!"

Zhou Xuan almost subconsciously made a gesture of putting on a mask.
At the same time, he stretched out his left hand to the sleeve of his right forearm and tapped lightly. That was where he hid the wake-up stick.

"Snapped!"

The wake-up call sounded,
The ninth method of the storyteller—I am the master of dreams.

Zhou Xuan weaved a beautiful dream for himself, a "dream master's dream" that could isolate all dreams and reality.

In the dream, there is a beautiful house facing the sea with flowers blooming in spring.

There is a dining table by the sea.

Zhou Xuan and Zhou Lingyi were washing the mud off the oyster shells. From time to time, Zhou Xuan pried open an oyster and scooped the milky white, shaking oyster meat to Zhou Lingyi's mouth.

Zhou Lingyi opened her mouth and ate the oyster meat, her eyes narrowed with a smile, and she said, "Brother, this meat is really sweet."

Zhou Xuan's father, mother, grandmother, Yuan Buyu, eldest brother, and fifth brother sat at a table, grilling meat on a charcoal stove and drinking cold beer in big gulps.

Xiao Fuzi and Muhua were playing in the water at the beach.

Yun Ziliang walked along the beach with his hands behind his back, pointing to the depths of the sea as he walked, and said proudly: "There is a big dragon hidden in that vast sea. One day, I will find that dragon!"

Yuan Buyu just felt that Yun Ziliang was sick. He didn't eat the delicious food, but was still looking for a dragon, a boring dragon!

He urged Zhou Xuan: "Xuan Zi, hurry up, we are still waiting for your oysters."

"Brush it with garlic sauce, and it will be fragrant when it's grilled later."

The dream is beautiful.

Zhou Xuan felt relaxed and happy!
But there are always people who don't want him to stay in such a beautiful dream.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and Zhou Xuan saw a huge mass of flesh in the sky, which kept crashing against the sky in his dream.

Every collision caused Zhou Xuan's dream world to shake and the sea to roar.

Zhou Xuan was not panicked.

He doesn't panic.

Everyone in the dream world was calm. Those who wanted to play in the water played in the water, and those who wanted to eat oysters ate oysters.

If the master of the dream is not panicked, the people in the dream will naturally not panic either.

Zhou Xuan cupped his hands around his eyes and gazed up at the sky intently.

"That lump of flesh is like, like an unformed baby! It's just that it's countless times bigger than a baby."

In Zhou Xuan's eyes, the huge mass of meat had no facial features, and its fingers and toes were still in webbed shape and not completely separated, but he could vaguely make out that it had hands and feet, a head, and a body.

This is a baby that was aborted prematurely.

Zhou Xuan locked himself in his own dream, but he could see everything clearly except his own dream.

(End of this chapter)