Chapter 497: Weird people and things in the dream three
Weird People and Things in Dreams (3)
Not big, little by little.
Jiuer slowly turned her body, trying to find the source of the sound. However, the sound seemed to come from all directions, making it difficult for her to catch it.
The sound was very small at first, like the chirping of a mosquito. At the beginning, the sound was also extremely simple, just a single syllable.
But slowly, the sound became louder and louder, and the sound became more complicated.
In the end, those sounds sounded like monks chanting sutras. To a layman like her, they were just babbling, messy, and completely incomprehensible.
However, the strange things and those voices happened to hit her mind word by word.
The shock made her brain hurt, and every syllable left a heavy imprint on her brain, as if to brand her with something, so that she would remember it forever. However, when the next syllable came, another
Just enough to cover the mark left by the previous one.
As a result, the pain in her brain became more and more intense. Those things were more like chanting sutras, which she couldn't understand at all.
I don't know how long it took, but Jiu'er felt as if her whole brain was going to explode, and she finally couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.
I don't know how long it took, but those sounds finally stopped, and Jiu'er finally felt more comfortable.
Slowly opening her eyes, she saw a slight glimmer of golden light in her eyes. Although it was just a flash, even Jiuer himself didn't notice it, but it was indeed golden light.
"Madam, are you still sleepy? Are you still unwilling to wake up? How long do you want me to wait? Don't worry, I will wait no matter how long it takes...even if it lasts for eternity..."
When the sound first appeared, Jiu'er closed her eyes subconsciously, raised her hand to touch her head, and waited for the pain to come. The saying is that once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for three years. This is probably what it means.
However, what surprised her was that the sound did not give her a pounding headache, but instead made her previous pain slowly fade away, like a warm current slowly flowing through her, refreshing her heart and spleen, making her feel extremely comfortable.
Listening carefully, one realizes that the sound is so ethereal, as if it is coming from another world.
"Madam..." There are three parts of concern, two parts of worry, two parts of self-blame, and three parts of it, but she is indifferent.