Chapter 25 Dreamland (please read more! Save the children!)
He is walking.
Keep walking.
Hunger, fatigue, pain, cold...
These feelings impact the already fragile spirit endlessly, making the already blurry vision almost blurry.
He could no longer remember clearly what he had experienced before. He only vaguely remembered the angry roars, painful wails, and helpless wailing...
But I can't remember anything exactly what happened.
The memories of the past began to slowly disappear, and some fragmented and unfamiliar fragments slowly filled his increasingly empty mind.
Flashes of light and shadow flash by, and bizarre images are constantly fed in at a distorting speed, filling the gaps in memory.
Wearing a crown of thorns on his head and holding a scepter in his hand, he stood on the top of the mountains and looked down indifferently at the devout beings at his feet.
Walking in the dark abyss where shadows and blood intertwined, he stepped on the bloody bones under his feet, silently plundering life.
Submerged in the endless books, he silently guarded these silent treasures.
he……
…
…
hallucination.
Reality.
In his eyes, the boundaries between the two are constantly intertwined, fused, and gradually merged into one.
It's like a dream.
He felt the wind and snow around him disappear silently, the biting pain in the air disappeared without a trace, and he suddenly felt like he was walking in a dark forest full of flowers.
But this sobriety did not last.
The fragrance of the earth and the sweet smell of rain and dew in the air not only failed to wake him up, but instead pulled him deeper into the abyss.
He walked aimlessly in the forest with shuffling footsteps, and the blood trailed a long trail behind him.
rustle……
Against the backdrop of the surrounding darkness, he looked more like a walking corpse wandering confusedly in a dark dungeon than a human being.
He is like a machine that has lost its goal but cannot stop, walking aimlessly but continuously.
The scale of time became blurred in silence, and he couldn't tell whether he was moving forward or retreating.
The forest remains unchanged, with no changes visible at all.
If he was still conscious, he would definitely have a nervous breakdown from the endless torture on the road.
Suddenly, his steps paused for the first time because a different scene appeared in front of him.
The tall trees in front of me disappeared, and a long-lost light appeared in front of me!
The snow-white border cannot be seen.
A field full of white flowers, exuding sparkling light...
Flower field.
The sweet smell emanating from the forest disappeared, and the white flowers blooming everywhere had no scent at all.
And right in the center of the vast flower field, a wooden house that was incompatible with the ancient scenery suddenly appeared.
And the moment he saw the wooden house clearly, an uncontrollable hunger and thirst emerged from the depths of his soul like a flood!
where to!
As long as you can get there!!!
Boom!
cough!
Before he could be dominated by the nameless desire in his heart, he tripped over the flowers as he took a step and fell heavily to the ground.
Cough cough cough…
It seemed that what was flowing in the blood vessels was no longer blood, but mud mixed with ice slag. Every time the cold blood flowed, it brought great pain to the body.
There is indeed another feeling in the chest, it feels like it is filled with hot coals, and the burning keeps getting worse with breathing.
It seemed that everything that had been ignored began to be noticed again, and redoubled with the anger of being ignored.
But he was not destroyed by this feeling. Like an undead crawling out of a cemetery, he slowly crawled towards the wooden house in the distance.
Or rather...
He might have been destroyed long ago.
There was no change in the sky, and he crawled slowly in this flower field that seemed to last forever.
Follow that desire and move slowly.
Finally, his right hand, which had been bloody and bloody, finally put it on the steps of the wooden house.
Crunch.
The weight of his body pressed on the wooden stairs, and the steps groaned slightly, which was particularly eye-catching in the silent night.
If he was still conscious, he would have known that he should hide his tracks and perhaps sneak into the room quietly.
Exposing one's traces so easily now is tantamount to seeking death in this cold and cruel world.
He should have understood this.
But unfortunately, he no longer has the extra energy to think about what to do now.
Dark blood mixed with blood stained the brand new wooden steps. He stood up with a force that appeared out of thin air in his body and staggered to the door.
It seemed that God was merciful and didn't want him to lie in front of the door.
Boom...
The weak knock on the door did not seem to reach the house, and the lights in the room did not change at all. The owner of the house seemed to have fallen asleep next to the warm fire.
"..."
He opened his dry mouth and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Just when he opened his mouth, his lips, which had been stuck together due to not speaking for a long time, were torn apart, and blood flowed around his lips.
Boom.
"…………"
Still no response, the wooden door that seemed to open with a push seemed to block his progress like a city wall, silently rejecting the lost visitor.
For the third time, he used his remaining strength and slowly hammered the wooden door in front of him!
Boom!
Crunch…
This time, the wooden door in front of him slowly opened inward, but before the surprise, he felt that the legs supporting him had completely lost their strength.
Boom!!!
He fell to the ground again, but this time he had no strength to get up. He could only make close contact with the soft carpet, letting the blood continue to soak it.
cough!
The blood pouring out of his throat was like a burning flame at this moment, causing his body to twist in pain again.
Is it going to end here?
bell.
The sound of wind chimes came from somewhere, accompanied by a faint fragrance floating to the top of the head.
"Oh, what a rude guest. He just stained the carpet."
A playful and lazy voice sounded from above, as if he didn't care about the miserable situation under his feet, but instead just complained about soiling his blanket.
A pair of naked jade feet appeared at the edge of his field of vision. He didn't care that they were stained with sticky blood and walked over easily.
"You're going to die~ But you're so stubborn!"
"Like a worm... Hahahaha, sorry, subconsciously."
She chuckled unapologetically, but surprisingly there was no sarcasm in the woman's voice.
Likewise, there is no respect at all.
Behind this plainness is undisguised indifference.
Passers-by always look at the broken but tenaciously growing weeds on the roadside with indifferent indifference.
What are you talking about?
dying……
Why is this voice so familiar?
The endless desire he had before disappeared after the sound of this sound, and his thinking began to gradually return to normal.
The recovery of his mind also brought about uncontrollable physical pain, which made his spirit start to be intermittent.