In this place where there is no concept of time, Ye Linghua walked for no idea how long.
Ling Huan felt very tired, sleepy, and hungry. As time went by, the hunger became stronger and stronger, making her stomach feel like there was a fire burning. The pitiful amount of uncooked rice she had had had long been digested.
Of course she was also very thirsty, but she would never dare to drink the water from the Mangtou River.
However, there is still a long way to go before true death. She Zishu accompanies her, and she says that living people in such a place will not face true death. Ling Quan’s current state is close to that of a hungry ghost wandering around in the world.
, endured the suffering caused by hunger and poverty in vain, but could not die.
It is dusk all day long, and there is no other scene for a moment. Being empty is sometimes a good thing for the living. It is difficult for ordinary animals and plants to survive at the border between the world of death and life and the present world, and if you see the endless flowers of the other side,
The sea is far away from the underworld
The road is one step closer. So when can she return to the real world? She Zishu only said that when the color of the sky changes, that is, after the normal replacement of day and night, she will return to her own world. As for that,
When, she couldn't give a definite answer.
During this period of time, Ling Huan had discovered that this woman was very different from ordinary people.
She only knew her name. Ling Huan was not without doubts as to whether this woman didn't want to tell her. But after this period of time, she realized that Zi Shu was not pretending. This feeling of being forgotten by the world made Ling Huan...
She developed a special kind of kindness. If
She was somewhat uneasy about talking about her private matters to a stranger she had just met, but in such a desolate and lifeless place, there was only one person she could trust, and she had to tell her everything she should and shouldn't say.
88. Before this, she had been silent for too long.
Except for Ye Yinquan, she talked a lot about Xie Zhe and Han Shang, and Xue Miyin was no exception. Zishu was a good listener, she was always quiet, and she always spoke when you spoke.
Staring at you - although this was a bit unsettling, she listened attentively after all. Under such expectant gaze, Ling Huan even revealed her guilt towards Xue Miyin without reservation.
"I'm sorry for her," she said, "I will never forgive myself in this life."
"That's right."
She Zishu's answer is what makes Ling Huan feel strange. No matter how many people say it, after hearing such a tragic story, they will say some words of comfort, such as "This is all a last resort, don't blame yourself anymore" and so on.
.Although she would not really feel any less guilty because of this, she did not listen.
When she heard what she said from experience, she felt that something was not right. Zishu did listen carefully and never showed any malice towards any of her words or actions in her words. But at this time, Zishu would show such weird behavior.
She was so offended, like an ill-advised child. Come to think of it, she really had lost her memory.
However, there are many types of amnesia.
"Could it be that he hit his head? This is what happened to a relative of mine. When he was seven years old, he fell on his head while playing. He could only remember some moments with acquaintances, but he couldn't even name them... But within two days, he
alright."
"I have no obvious injuries." She Zishu touched his head, "And I have been like this for many days."
"So, have you ever been scared by others? When my grandma was young, she had a friend. During the war, her husband and son were both captured as soldiers. After the war, the others came back one after another, but she was given two
After hearing the news of her death, she went crazy and forgot everything. No matter how others explained it, she would not remember it. People saw that she would only suffer repeatedly because of learning the truth, so they stopped explaining to her. Until she died,
I feel like I am only in my thirties, and my husband and son are still fighting.”
"Then do you think I'm crazy?"
"It's not like...and if something like this happened, you probably wouldn't want to think about it, right?"
"No. I can't recall the grief at that time, nor will I be stimulated. Naturally, I want to find other lost memories. And now, I don't seem to know what grief is."
Ling Huan looked troubled, and was full of sympathy for She Zishu. Even if she couldn't help her remember anything, she hoped that it would at least help find the cause of her amnesia. Ling Huan scratched his head, and finally thought of something again.
"What about another situation? I also heard from others that there was a man in his forties who lost his memory after having a high fever. Some people said that he was caught in the rain the night before and caught wind and cold; others thought that he was
Possessed by evil spirits." Ling Huan tried his best to recall what he had heard in the past.
He connected them with the few words he had said, "After the fever subsided, he couldn't remember anything. He didn't know his last name or who his family was, and his family members also forgot. He was as ignorant about daily life as a baby. He didn't know anything about dressing.
Even small things need to be taught step by step..."
As Ling Huan spoke, he pondered for a while and muttered: "Wouldn't it make me a fool to think like this?"
She Zishu looked at her quietly, seeming a little helpless, or maybe this was Ling Huan's hallucination due to his embarrassment.
"You're not stupid either..."
Her voice lowered. There was only so much she could think of to deal with Zishu's situation, let alone help the savior. Zishu naturally didn't mind, she never expected her to solve her own problem.
Trouble. Ling Huan stopped talking, and She Zishu didn't have much conversation. They didn't disturb her silence. They kept the silence and walked slowly forward along the bank of the Zangtou River.
The surroundings were still enveloped in warm twilight, and they seemed to be walking in the eternally frozen dusk. Only the slowly spreading clouds in the sky reminded them that they were not frozen in time. This special space, like them, was in
Take your own breath.river
There were also many light and shadows on the surface. Ling Quan and She Zishu were walking by the river, and it was inevitable that they would glance at it from time to time. After a while, Zishu noticed something strange. The color of those shadows was far deeper than the clouds in the sky, and they rolled and expanded.
, also has its own unique rhythm.
"There's something in the river."
"What?"
Ling Quan looked into the river and noticed those special shadows. They seemed to be swimming towards the shore. The two people on the shore stopped at the same time, alert and curious. Soon, the shadows were crowded together.
, spread to the riverside.
A figure stood up and approached the two of them. The shadows surrounded her, like her most loyal believers.
Ling Huan was a little at a loss. She glanced at She Zishu, who also didn't respond. Maybe like her, she still didn't know how to deal with the woman who walked in front of her. Neither of them was a person who made trouble over nothing.
Before the other party shows hostility, it is difficult to confront this newcomer. The strange woman's front hair covers her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression. Logically speaking, this appearance should make people wary, but her
His smile and tone were so friendly that the two of them were confused.
"You are here." She said to Shezishu in a familiar tone, "That's right. You have to work harder. I was forced to bet a lot on you. Hahaha..." Shezishu
She opened her lips in confusion, not knowing what to ask. Should she ask what the other person's words meant, or whether the other person knew her and her past? After the stranger finished speaking, she turned her head and smiled.
Looking at Ling Huan:
"It's great that you have grown up. When you were a child, you were a little girl that everyone loved, and now you look like this..."
Ling Huan looked at the woman's face carefully, but couldn't remember it at all. If she had seen such a special appearance, she should remember it. Could it be that when the other person saw her, she didn't remember much? What if it was like this?
"Old acquaintance", how could he happen to appear in such a place and meet him?
Although she was thinking this way, Ling Huan realized that she didn't feel much surprise. In a place like this, anything could happen, and she was used to it. But the questions that should be asked must be asked clearly, Ling Huan could
I don't want to be confused all the time.
"Um, may I ask what you are..."
"I healed your ears when you were a child, but you may not remember."
Guixiangu spoke in an understatement, as if she didn't think it was a big deal, and it was normal for it to be forgotten. Ling Huan's whole body trembled like an electric shock, and panic was written on his face. She never thought that she had already been
It is too unreal that the forgotten benefactor should appear in front of him like this. Could this strange woman really be...
"You, are you really a ghost fairy?"
"There's no benefit in lying to you, right?"
Guixiangu grinned, and her long front hair left a large shadow on her face. Although Ling Huan could not remember her appearance for a long time, maybe at this time, no one who appeared in this place would.
What kind of ordinary people are they? Ling Huan had already chosen to believe it mentally, but his expression still showed no retraction of shock and doubt.
"I came here just to make it convenient for you. Let me solve your problem first." Guixiangu glanced at the confused Zishu, and then said to Linghuan, "I met your cousin a few days ago.
My name is Ye Yinquan, right? There’s one word different from you.”
Ling Huan was even more convinced that this person was Guixiangu. She nodded repeatedly, forgetting all her recent sufferings, and asked urgently: "Really? Have you really seen her?! Is she, is she doing well?
I, I, I want..."
Guixiangu sneered and said: "Look at how impatient you are. I've calculated that she should have arrived by now - well, it's hard to say. Anyway, I'm here to take you to see her."
Such a good thing happened! Ling Quan, who was so excited that she couldn't even speak, was trembling all over, and the change in her expression was no longer enough to show the excitement in her heart. She Zi knew the reason for her excitement, but she didn't understand the reason behind it.
It makes sense. I did hear her tell a lot about her sister before, and meeting an old friend again...should be worth such joy, right? Something in her memory moved, but she couldn't really recall the specific fragments.
But she wasn't happy for too long. Black shadows stretched out from Guixiangu's feet without any body. They were projected flexibly on Ling Quan's legs and climbed up, like tree snakes, like vines, like tentacles. She wasn't there yet.
After figuring out what was going on, I felt that these shadows had a special power, clinging to, pulling, and dragging on her clothes and skin. The black shadows under her feet spread suddenly, forming a pure black hole.
At a loss, before she could scream, she fell into the abyss under the slightly surprised gaze of She Zishu.