At this time, Jiang Qinian was standing at the crossroads panting. He looked at the monsters that kept coming around him. The familiar faces were like knives piercing his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He had no way of knowing what those monsters really looked like. Of course, it was also possible that everything in front of him was just his imagination.
Jiang Qinian only felt as if he had returned to that afternoon again. The not-so-narrow streets were filled with people. They twisted their faces, trying to drag him into the abyss where no light could be seen.
"Come on, Xiaonian, everyone is here, come to us!!"
"Pray for good harvest, pray for good harvest! I'm here! Come here quickly!!"
"Xiao Nian, it's so cold here, can you come and stay with me?"
"Jiang Qinian! It's me! It's me! Why did you kill me!!"
The scarlet moonlight shines on those desperate faces, making them look so familiar yet so strange.
Jiang Qinian can no longer tell who is the monster.
Is it those people with familiar faces, or is it himself?
Warm blood sprinkled on his face, and painful wails surrounded his ears. Obviously he had been telling himself that everything was fake and just an illusion, but the sounds that erupted before his death
But everything was made so real that he couldn't tell which one was real.
Just as his brain was in chaos, Jiang Qinian cut off the neck of a monster with his backhand. A large amount of blood spilled on the ground, making Jiang Qinian feel dazed for a while.
He shook his head, then looked at the blood spilled on the ground, and for a moment he fell into great absurdity and confusion.
The blood and the blood moon above his head complemented each other, reflecting everything around him so clearly. Jiang Qinian didn't notice the quiet streets around him at all, but looked at the pool of blood with confusion, and then touched it gently.
Touch your face.
That is a...very unfamiliar face...
The blood seemed a little turbid, but Jiang Qinian could clearly see every inch of skin on his face. It was a face he had never seen before, so ordinary and unfamiliar, as if he could just look away.
It seems like you will forget it in a second.
"Who are you?"
He murmured to himself, but the voice came back to his ears, as if he was the one being questioned.
"I am...am...Jiang Qinian?"
But then he shook his head, and then looked at the reflection in the blood with dull eyes, falling into great panic for a moment.
The face in the reflection once again changed into that of Jiang Qinian, and that face that was so clean that it was not stained with any blood actually grinned at this moment.
But this smile not only didn't make him feel the slightest bit of comfort, but it only made his hair stand on end, making his heart tremble uncontrollably.
The face in the reflection is smiling, but his face at the moment is extremely blank. The face in the reflection is white and neat, but his face is covered with blood.
So...who is he?
That face reflected in the blood...who is it?
Or...could it be that he was a thief who stole other people's faces and names from the beginning?
He really couldn't tell the difference between the Nightmare City, the Ghost School, the Mist City, the Temple of the Five Kings, Lin Nanzhi, Cheng Zaiyou, Ying Chumei...
Did all of this... really happen to him personally?
At some point, the surrounding scene completely changed.
The streets, the blood moon, and the ruins of the dilapidated city have all turned into dreamlike bubbles.
At this time, he was standing on top of a huge lake of blood, with a suffocating red sky above his head.
Can't tell, can't tell...
The only thing he could do was stare at the reflection on the lake, and then think about everything he had experienced.
But gradually... he discovered something was wrong...
That's...him
His mind went blank.
He lost all his memories, including his surname, name, family, and friends. Everything he had experienced was erased at this moment. The only words that existed in his mind were...illusions.
Fantasy?
But the question is... what is the illusion?
Why do you retain such a word in your mind?
After thinking about it, I still can't figure out why.
But he was not in the mood to think about this anymore.
Because...the reflection under my feet moved...
"The person in the reflection is called Jiang Qinian... then... what is my name?"
He muttered something in confusion, and then he saw the faces in the reflection getting closer and closer, and then emerged from the water, looking at him with a smile.
No……
He was a little confused.
If that human face emerged from the water, why could he see it so clearly? It was as if there were some ripples between him and the human face.
Those ripples spread outward, making his vision very blurry.
"So... that face is not a reflection, the real reflection... the real reflection is me?"
Suddenly, a huge panic rose from the bottom of his heart, like a rising tide, quickly drowning him!
It was clear that the surrounding area was extremely quiet and no one came to disturb him, but he felt like a lone boat caught in a tsunami, with the risk of being destroyed at any time!
Yes, he is the reflection, but who is he?
That face belongs to Jiang Qinian, but who is Jiang Qinian?
Is he Jiang Qinian, or is he a person who does not exist at all? Are the images that vaguely appear in his mind his own experiences, or are they just dreams of being a non-existent person?
"wake up……"
Suddenly, an obscure voice came from that human face.
For a moment, he felt extremely stunned, and then he quickly turned his head to observe the face with lips that were constantly rising and falling, wondering whether he was hearing hallucinations.
But that voice was extremely clear, like a whisper in his ear, echoing in his mind.
"Wake up... wake up..."
As the muttering became louder and louder, he also felt that his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurry, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.
wake up……
Did he fall into a trance?
No, he doesn't think so.
In the reflection... oh no, it should be said that a pale palm stretched out from the water, and then its five fingers spread out, as if inviting him to leave.
But only he himself knows that when you fall into an abyss, the hand stretched out is not necessarily a helping hand, it is more likely to drag you into an even more desperate abyss...
As the sound got louder and louder, he seemed to have lost his mind, his eyes were dull and his body was stiff. He walked towards the face like a puppet on strings, and then gently held the hand.
But what he didn't notice was that the moment he held the hand, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the bloodless face...
………………
At this moment, Liu Yue was sitting in front of the window, looking at everything outside the window boredly, her mind wandering to nowhere.
After waiting for a long time, he put down the water glass in his hand, then stood upright on the back of the chair, pillowed his hands on his head, and stared at the ceiling blankly.
"Oh, everything about this damn place is great, except that it doesn't even have a night. The sun is so strong above my head every day that it scorches my bones."
"Are you tired of staying in this place?"
Hearing this, Liu Yue stretched lazily, and then answered:
"Well... there are indeed some. After all, it's hard not to feel bored when you always stay in one place. Although I am a homebody, it doesn't mean that I don't need to.
I need to move."
"But if we leave here, where can we go?
We are evil ghosts now, and are not tolerated by the world. It’s not like you don’t know what will happen if people from the Meteorological Bureau find out, no matter what..."
"mom!"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Liu Yue.
I saw him rubbing his forehead helplessly, waving his hands behind him and saying:
"Why do you always think so bad of others?
We haven’t done anything evil, so if we treat ourselves well, others will come and kill us?”
After that, there was a long silence.
After waiting for a full two or three minutes, the voice sounded again:
"No, I'm just worried about you."
Hearing this, Liu Yue couldn't help but sigh.
"Okay, okay, I know everything you said, but you have to believe me, the Meteorological Bureau is really not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately. There are so many monsters and ghosts in this world?
If all the cultivators from the Meteorological Bureau were killed, would it take until the year of the monkey to kill them all?
Don't worry, as long as we don't cause trouble, they won't bother us.
Besides, it’s useless to talk about this now, right?
You see there are so many patients in this mental hospital. To be honest, although some people are discouraged and just want to find a quiet place to wait for death, there are also many people who want to leave here.
But why didn't they leave?
Do you not want to leave? You cannot leave.
If we can leave, there won't be many people left in this hospital, so we have to find a way to get the director before we can get out.
If there is no way to deal with the dean, then everyone will have to be trapped here for the rest of their lives."
"Oh...you are right.
But the problem is...the current situation of your dean is not very good..."
"Oh, okay, okay, of course I know this, that's why I want to help him~
After all, this guy is facing an old monster that has been practicing for thousands of years. He has only been practicing for half a year, so it is already a good thing that he can fight the opponent to such an extent."
"Well...Son, I think you are a little different from before."
After saying this, Liu Yue scratched his head helplessly, then picked up the photo album and put it in the drawer.
"People change, right? After all, we were once classmates, and if he really dies, it won't do us any good, so if you can help, please help."
"That's fine, although I don't understand it very well, but since you are my son, I will support you no matter what you do!!"
"Well...thank you, Mom."
Liu Yue nodded, then lay on the bed, looking at the empty ward with a complicated expression...