Volume Three, Second Floor. The Abyss Chapter 109. The Mourning and Regret of the Living
"Feel the energy in your body and learn to control it."
With your eyes closed, you can't see anything in the darkness.
"Try to catch it instead of waiting for them to come to you."
Nodding slightly, there were flashing blue light particles in his dark eyes, slowly taking shape. The palm-sized light source was still spreading blue light particles outwards. The imaginary hand slowly followed the command of the voice.
Slowly, I touched the light source. Before I could get close, it shattered and disappeared with a snap.
"Let's do it again, there's no rush."
My shoulders, which had been a little discouraged and slumped, straightened up again with encouragement after listening to the plain and gentle voice, and closed my eyes again. My imaginary body was re-operating step by step following the instructions of the voice, and I slowly felt it.
Particles of light hidden in the darkness all around.
Two figures, one big and one small, in that messy room full of electronic equipment, taught carefully, studied hard, and lived the most ordinary and warm life.
Those were the happiest days.
Tang Ling slowly opened her eyes and saw the dark sky.
It was dark all around, and all I could see was the outline of the hazy maze wall, as well as the grass leaves and flowers wrapped around the wall. There was grass under me, and some of the grass got into my clothes, causing pain to the smooth skin.
The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that only her weak, almost stopped breathing could be heard.
Tang Ling tried to move her stiff fingers, then her palms, and finally her entire body. Her hands and feet seemed to be tied up with thousands of kilograms of weight, so heavy that she could hardly lift it up. Tang Ling sat up with some difficulty. In front of her was a group of people.
People were sitting in various corners, silent, turning their backs to each other. The atmosphere was extremely depressed, and no one noticed her waking up.
What's wrong?
Tang Ling opened her mouth to speak, but found that her throat was extremely dry. She secreted some saliva with some difficulty to moisten her throat. Her throat hurt like a knife. Tang Ling frowned and moved towards the person closest to her.
A figure stretched out his hand and touched it lightly.
"Lingling? You're awake."
Tang Yong felt a light force pushing him from behind. He turned his head slightly and saw that Tang Ling, who was sleeping soundly, had sat up and was looking at him with her eyes open, full of doubts. Tang Yong looked at
Tang Ling pointed at her throat, quickly opened her backpack, took out a water bottle, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Tang Ling.
Tang Ling took the water glass and couldn't wait to drink it. The sweet water moisturized her dry throat, which was about to smoke. Finally, it no longer hurt. It was so comfortable that Tang Ling squinted her eyes slightly. When she put down the water glass, she closed the lid and raised her head again.
Everyone turned to stare at her, their faces full of sadness.
What's wrong?
Tang Ling didn't understand why other people were looking at her like this, or rather, looking at her and Tang Yong, who was silent with his head lowered next to her. Tang Ling felt a little uneasy. She was just about to pull Tang Yong's clothes to ask, but suddenly
Found some different places.
"Dad, where's mom?"
Tang Ling's immature inquiry shocked Tang Yong, who had his head lowered. The others' expressions became even uglier, with a bit of pity, and they sighed with regret and turned their heads, while Tang Yong slowly turned towards Tang Ling.
He raised his head and looked at her.
Under the light of the flashlight, Tang Ling noticed that Tang Yong looked particularly embarrassed. His clothes were in a mess, as if he had rolled on the ground many times. There were red bloodshot eyes everywhere, and the ends of his eyes were so red.
It looked like a blood-red gash had been cut by a knife, his beard was ragged, and his whole body was hunched over like a hunchbacked old man. He looked so lost that he had aged many years overnight.
"Dad, stop crying."
Tang Ling stretched out her fingers to wipe away the tears that spewed out of Tang Yong's eyes again, and comforted her softly. Before she could wipe away Tang Yong's tears, Tang Ling was hugged tightly by Tang Yong, and her father's tall body was
Suddenly, she became much more fragile. Her strong shoulders were shaking uncontrollably. A low and suppressed sob came from the head buried on her shoulder. Tang Ling felt that most of the fabric on her shoulder was wet.
Tang Ling patted Tang Yong's back gently, and kept comforting Tang Yong not to cry, but her voice gradually became hoarse, until finally she could no longer make a sound due to the surging sourness and sadness. Tang Ling's eyesight
Blurred, crystal clear tears rolled down her face, and the gentle care in her memory, the figure of the woman lying on the lawn, patting her body, and humming a lullaby, became clear and unfamiliar at this moment, and she could no longer see it.
Suddenly, despairing disgust began to rise in Tang Ling's heart. She hated herself. This was the first time she hated herself so strongly. She clearly remembered that she sensed danger in her sleep, but she was blinded by the overwhelming sleepiness.
She put aside the danger in her mind so calmly, then changed into a comfortable position and shrank into Qiu Yanling's arms, absorbing the warmth in her arms, and fell into a nostalgic sleep. She allowed herself to be tired and allowed herself to be with them.
Everyone feels so sleepy when they are in danger, so indulgent with peace of mind, and then when they open their eyes again, only the dark sky, the cold grass, and a group of mourning people are left.
She is the culprit who killed Qiu Yanling.
In Tang Ling's constantly collapsing heart, this idea expanded step by step. Tang Ling fell into a world of self-loathing, so much so that she couldn't even hear Tang Yong leave her arms and ask her questions.
It's all her fault! It was she who let herself go, who knew the dangers around her, but still closed her eyes. Death left quietly. Everyone saw Qiu Yanling's departure. Only she, at that time of despair,
I was still sleeping comfortably, dreaming a bunch of inexplicable dreams, enjoying the wonderful life of getting along with an invisible person in my dreams day and night, and then drank leisurely with sweet dreams that I couldn't remember as soon as I opened my eyes.
A large glass of water belatedly greeted Qiu Yanling's desperate farewell.
"Dad, it's all my fault, it's all me..." Tang Ling grabbed Tang Yong's clothes and cried in collapse. She kept condemning her faults to Tang Yong, completely unable to listen to the comfort of the people around her, and was immersed in
In a world of self-paralyzing disgust.
"Lingling, it's not your fault! Lingling, don't blame yourself!"
Tang Yong's repeated calls could not relieve Tang Ling's increasingly turbulent emotional cycle. He was overwhelmed with anxiety. His wife's departure was already a major blow to him. Now if something happens to his daughter again, Tang Yong will never be able to forgive himself.
"Snapped!"
A figure next to him pushed Tang Yong away and attacked Tang Ling. Then, with a crisp sound, Tang Ling's cry suddenly stopped. Her face was tilted to one side, a little confused, and she tilted her head blankly. Lu
Before Shang could take back his raised hand, he gently grabbed Tang Ling's shoulder, squatted down and asked, "Are you awake?"
Tang Yong in front of her was replaced by Lu Shang at some point. Tang Ling's eyes gradually cleared up. She nodded in a daze, but she didn't realize much. Except for the numbness on one side of her face, what happened to Tang Ling just now?
Ling had no idea.
"Just wake up. Don't blame yourself too much. Many things are destined to end. No matter how you force changes in the process, the result will still be the same. The death of a loved one is indeed a very sad thing, but
Right now, what is more important to us is how we can get out alive so that we can be worthy of their sacrifice."
Lu Shang said calmly, but he didn't know whether Tang Ling understood the meaning. In fact, he was talking more through Tang Ling to the other people behind him. They were all because of this.
The sudden sacrifice made me feel a little depressed and sad. After all, we were companions who had been together for so long. We had no grudges and helped each other most of the time. But in the blink of an eye, one night, we could no longer see each other. In fact, apart from feeling sorry for the dead teammates,
More importantly, I am actually sad about the road ahead. This time it is Qiu Yanling and Wang Fanglu, but what about next time? Who will die next time?
This fairy tale maze is more dangerous than they thought. Those guys made of cotton cloth have weak combat power, but they are more numerous and tenacious in life. Very few of them will not stand up again after being successfully repelled by them.
They don't know their weaknesses, nor how they assimilated Wang Fanglu and Qiu Yanling, nor do they know what special monsters are waiting for them in this big maze. There are many mysteries and dangers. There is no place now.
A completely secure shelter.
It's also his fault. He thought that he could deal with emergencies by just keeping vigil, but at that juncture he didn't realize that there was a turning point in the team. He selfishly wanted to let the group of people running for their lives take a breather, but they ended up just like this.
Something went wrong in the middle of the movie. Tang Ling didn't need to blame herself. What really should be blamed was his self-righteous judgment, which ended up costing two lives.
Lu Shang sighed, but now they could no longer be allowed to reflect on themselves and mourn the dead souls here. Lu Shang rubbed Tang Ling's head, then stood up and said to his companions behind him: "We must carry their hope with them.
If you want to survive, you must leave alive!"
"Let's go on. We have to go out within the stipulated time. As for Yan Yan, he hasn't woken up yet. Miss Liu, you may have to carry him. Others should pay attention to sudden attacks from the front and rear. Lu Li, you follow Tang Ling.
Be by your side and protect her."
Picking up the long knife again, Lu Shang briefly arranged the next route. Lu Shang gave Liu Ruyan a blessing. Holding a flashlight, a group of people were about to leave. Lu Shang's clothes were pulled by someone, and his progress was stopped.
He turned his head and saw Tang Ling, whose face was still stained with tears. She had a serious face and had no time to wipe off the dirt on her face. Her eyes were fixed on a corner in front of her.
"What's wrong?" Lu Shang asked.
Tang Ling's expression changed a bit. She was no longer as nervous and wary as before. She reminded her viciously with anger: "Something is coming over there."
