On top of him, an old man with a faint white air floating all over his body was only less than ten centimeters away from Chen Qingyan. He could even see the water flowing slowly on the old man's pale and bloodless face.
The old man's mouth kept moving, as if he was thinking of something.
However, Chen Qingyan couldn't hear anything.
He wanted to run away, but couldn't move.
He wanted to scream but couldn't move.
He just opened his eyes wide and stared at the obviously dead old man's body.
The body is getting colder and colder.
colder and colder.
Chen Qingyan's chest rose and fell weakly, and he exhaled white air.
He gradually began to hallucinate, as if he had returned to the house of his childhood, and someone was speaking hurriedly outside the frosted glass.
Kaka——
The door handle was suddenly turned.
Grandma appeared strangely in front of the door, with her back to him. Chen Qingyan lay weakly on the floor, his fingers trembling, as if he was trying to use all his strength to push himself up, but he saw grandma slowly turning around and turning pale.
The eyeballs, the big empty mouth, the long and messy gray hair, the moans of uh uh uh are creepy...
Grandma's scary appearance flashed through Chen Qingyan's mind.
The illusion is shattered.
Chen Qingyan's eyes widened, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his pupils were shrinking.
At this time, the terrifying corpse of the old man in the room was almost pressed against Chen Qingyan's body, and the liquid flowing on his face dripped onto Chen Qingyan's cheek.
The muscles on Chen Qingyan's face immediately twitched crazily.
There is white air escaping.
At this moment, the lucky bag in his trouser pocket suddenly burned violently, and pale flames rose.
With a 'pop', the old man's body disappeared instantly without a trace.
Everything in the house is back to normal.
Chen Qingyan was still lying on the bed, like a fish out of the water, breathing heavily.
My hands and feet kept shaking.
He shivered, hugged the quilt tightly, and soon fell asleep.
thump--
thump--
The heart beats strongly.
Chen Qingyan was shaken awake by someone.
He opened his eyes tiredly and saw the overlapping and blurry appearance of his two uncles. The focus slowly gathered from the divergent state, and his vision returned to clarity.
"Second uncle..."
He shouted, his voice hoarse.
"I caught a cold, so I made some cold medicine and drank it while it was hot." The second uncle handed a cup to Chen Qingyan.
Chen Qingyan stretched out his hand to catch it, and his pupils suddenly shook several times like an earthquake.
"Qing Yan, what's wrong?" the second uncle asked with concern.
"No, it's okay." Chen Qingyan lowered his head and looked at the medicine in the cup, "Second uncle, I want to take a rest."
The second uncle looked at him and nodded, "Have a good rest and remember to take your medicine."
"Um."
Chen Qingyan waited for the door to close and placed the porcelain cup on the bedside with slightly trembling hands.
Then he took out a somewhat worn lucky bag from his pocket. It looked like it had been washed dozens of times and was completely faded. However, when I got it in the morning, the lucky bag was brand new and brightly colored.
Chen Qingyan tried his best to steady his fingers and gently opened the bag. A white paper charm lay quietly inside.
The strange thing is that this talisman paper is half wet, as if it is stained with water.
Chen Qingyan slapped his head and grabbed his hair. He clearly saw the talisman paper burning with pale flames. Why did the talisman paper get wet instead?
besides......
Chen Qingyan slowly raised his head and looked at the cold medicine with a faint whitish smell on the bedside table.
My fists clenched unconsciously.
"Why......"
In the living room of the ancestral house, Chen Xiaofeng saw his father coming back, and quickly approached him and asked nervously, "Dad, has Qing Yan drunk?"
The second uncle was silent for a while and shook his head, "He didn't drink."
Chen Xiaofeng became anxious upon hearing this, "Why doesn't he drink?"
"I don't know." The second uncle sat on the chair thoughtfully.
Chen Xiaofeng walked around anxiously and suddenly slapped his thigh, "No, everyone else has drank. How can he not drink? I'll pour it in for him."
"Nonsense." The second uncle yelled angrily.
"We're not going to kill him."
Chen Xiaofeng's face was distorted and he gritted his teeth, "Dad, let's just kill them all!!"
"Do you want me to be the last of the Chen family?" The second uncle looked at his son with sadness.
"So what if I kill him?" Chen Xiaofeng was obviously unwilling to do so.
"Your brother failed, and Chen Hong died unexpectedly." The second uncle's mouth curled up, "Kill Qing Yan, and no one will stop the [evil] for you."
Chen Xiaofeng's throat rolled, as if he thought of something terrible, and he calmed down completely.
"Then what should we do? It's just the last step."
"...He will drink it." The second uncle took a deep breath.
"Right, brother." The second uncle said in a faint tone.
In the corner of the living room, in the darkness, sitting on a wicker chair was an old man with a dull face, it was Uncle Chen Qingyan.
...
"Enter."
Chen Qingyan tried to shout.
No response.
Chen Qingyan closed and opened his eyes, and softly shouted again, "Enter."
Still no change.
Chen Qingyan suddenly became suspicious,
"...Those memories are all fake?"
During the period when he fell asleep, Chen Qingyan had unknowingly fully accepted the memories in his mind. With the full recovery of the memories of the previous three lives, he slowly found some of himself. Sometimes he even felt that it was his former self without realizing it.
are affected.
And among these memories, the most profound impression is undoubtedly the existence of the "practice room".
I couldn't help but look at the cup of cold medicine again. Could it be that the reminder that appeared before was also an illusion?
Chen Qingyan continued to try, opening and closing his eyes, opening and closing his eyes, and kept thinking 'enter' in his heart.
I don’t know how many times it was repeated.
Suddenly, an illusory personal panel appeared in front of Chen Qingyan:
Chen Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic, and his originally depressed spirit instantly cheered up.
"It's true, it's true."
Chen Qingyan rolled around on the bed excitedly, but after rolling twice, his head suddenly felt dizzy and he quickly calmed down.
His current body is very weak.
"Enter."
He tried again.
With a flick of the brush, Chen Qingyan appeared in a... dilapidated house.
The smile on his face froze.
"this......"
He couldn't imagine it.
This practice room seems different from the one in my memory.
Almost all the bookshelves collapsed, several large holes were broken in the roof, and the energy circles that used to house the physical bodies of previous lives disappeared without a trace.
There are four broken and lackluster options floating in the air:
"Challenge" (the word "challenge" in "challenge" is missing the word "ge")
"beating the soil" (the word "si" in "meditate" is missing the word "cong")
"Stove" (only the word "stove" remains in "Avenue Furnace")
"Liyou" ("Task Lottery" only has the word "Liyou" left)
To occupy, to make soil, to make a stove, to force...
Chen Qingyan was deeply shocked by this strong sense of gap.
He scratched his hair and couldn't believe what he was seeing.
What is going on? Why did the mysterious and great practice room in my memory become like this?
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