The trip to the backside of the World Ridge Mountains did not go as expected.
In other words, the harvest at the mountaintop camp was beyond common sense: because Lu Li got the truth about the world.
If Lu Li sees it, what he knows is true.
Let the businessman Anthony collect the bodies of the expedition team in the camp, and Lu Li returns the same way to find the other two bodies that were left alone.
They will be taken away by the merchant Anthony, cross the world's back mountain range, and buried in the land of their hometown.
"This is what they deserve... What about you? Lu Li, keep going or come back." The letter from the Swamp Mother opened in front of him.
Because of communication difficulties, Lu Li did not tell him the truth he had glimpsed - but the merchant Anthony, who knew a few words, might tell the Swamp Mother.
"I have a bad feeling."
"What?"
"I have experienced the Emerald Dream. Unless it is released, there is no possibility of escaping from its dream, just like a trainee exorcist will not realize that he is in a dreamer."
"You doubt..."
"My experiences in the World's Back Mountains were all false."
The corpse that led Lu Li to the camp.
Hide the parchment paper in the stove.
See the truth of the world.
The wisdom of the race Elder Si Nan explains the confusion.
The known lands are full of dangers, and the unknown lands behind the world's back mountains should be the same.
This kind of "intuition" formed by reason and sensibility is like those who have gone through many dangers and arrived at the shelter they dreamed of. They may be ecstatic, but doubts will also arise spontaneously.
Lu Li had no evidence to prove that these were true - but he also couldn't prove that they were false.
"I plan to go back first to confirm the truth and the authenticity of the body."
Lu Li decided to temporarily put aside the source of the original darkness guided by the wise race Elder Sinan.
"...Okay, I'll let Andrea cross the strait to pick you up."
Anthony, the businessman who collected the corpse, was about to leave. In real sight, its figure was like a tiny shadow, disappearing in an instant.
Lu Li took one last look at the empty camp.
If all of this is false...then including Merchant Anthony and Swamp Mother, as well as the subsequent return - Lu Li's return to the known land over the top of the mountain may just be an illusion arranged by some kind of existence.
But maybe Lu Li is just too cautious: What power will affect the ghost world? Will it deceive the cursed title dreamer and the lighthouse?
Walking through the invisible blizzard, Lu Li thought about everything he would see after climbing to the top of the mountain: the whole picture of this sand table, the whole picture of this house, and the whole picture of the presence of the chandelier that was turned on and off.
A sudden chill interrupted Lu Li's thinking. This was not a sense that was maliciously targeted, but a real, long-lost physical sensation. The coldness gradually became clearer, and Lu Li frowned and grasped the snow, and the crystal snow appeared to be touched.
traces of touch.
The oil lamp in my hand seemed to have weight.
Lu Li raised his head and looked into the deep sky. The chandelier, which was full of flying insects, was gradually shrouded in smoke.
The blizzard came back, blowing over Lu Li's emerging body, causing a slight sting.
He is recovering his body - is this a gift from the parchment, or a curse?
The sloping wind and snow slapped Lu Li's face and neck, melting quickly and robbing Lu Li's newborn body of heat.
The strong wind made it difficult for Lu Li to move even an inch, and his windbreaker was shaking. When he grabbed the corners of the clothes and wrapped himself up, he found that the paper was missing, the businessman's eyes were missing at some point, and the Doomsday Apocalypse and the apostle were also missing.
Lu Li tried to follow the original path of the footprints to look for them, but after only going about a hundred meters, the previous footprints were covered by a snowstorm, making it impossible to retrace the way he came.
The biting cold wind blew, and Lu Li's body gradually lost consciousness.
The dreamer brought warmth for a short time, soothing his frozen body. Lu Li continued to search in an unfamiliar area until he lost his way in a snowstorm.
There was no way to find the missing things, no way to draw the magic circle to summon the wise race Sinan, no time to return to the camp where there was no way to light a fire before freezing, and the only way to confirm the direction was the steep mountain road.
Lu Li gave up the search and decided to temporarily retreat to the top of the mountain and return to a known place to seek help from Worm.
But it is difficult for a flesh and blood body to survive in a snowstorm - Lu Li used his dream form to withstand the severe cold and jump over steep mountain roads that were difficult to climb. As his humanity gradually dwindled, he had to intermittently release dreams and awakenings.
The oil lamp swayed in the strong wind, pale and blue knuckles held the handle, the thin white shirt trembled, the black trench coat flew up like wings, and the tie seemed to be pulled from behind by invisible hands.
Lu Li dragged his tired body and climbed upwards at an angle, because he did not want to give up his hard-won body, and because he was worried that he would die again and not have the chance to become a ghost.
After exhaustion, cold and hunger entangled the newly born Lu Li.
Finally, with little humanity left, and before he was about to freeze to death in the ice and snow, Lu Li climbed over a steep mountain more than ten meters high and climbed to a clearing.
This may be the top of the world's Back Ridge Mountains, or it may just be a clearing at the foot of the mountain.
Lu Li, who was trudging along, raised his head at this moment and held up the oil lamp with little kerosene left.
In the dark distance, deep in the sloping lines, a dilapidated manor stood quietly in the snowstorm.
His body temperature was dropping every minute and he had no time to think about the origin of the manor, so Lu Li walked into this strange and abandoned manor.
Crunch - crunch -
His ankles were submerged in the snow, leaving behind footprints that were covered in an instant. Lu Li walked through the manor and fell into the dilapidated mansion.
The blizzard was blocked out, and sobs and footsteps echoed in the empty auditorium.
Everything in the past has become mottled, the red carpet is as filthy and dark as a carpet of bacteria, the long table is tilted, and dinner plates and candlesticks are scattered on the floor.
The fading wind and snow made Lu Li feel that the surroundings were getting warmer, but it was just an illusion - the wind and snow that had robbed the temperature had stopped.
The crisis was not over yet. The melted snow wet his clothes and clung to his body. Lu Li wanted to find something that could start a fire in this strange manor, but the sudden exhaustion made his eyes darken, and he was overcome by an overwhelming wave of sleepiness.
Come.
Before falling into a long sleep called coma, Lu Li could only drag the echo and fall in the corner, curl up in the roar outside, and lose consciousness.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Because time no longer has meaning.
Maybe it's just a moment, maybe it's eternity.
Lu Li heard noisy sounds ringing in his ears, saw bright light entering his eyelids, smelled the mixture of food and perfume, and felt the warmth and soft blanket.
The dazzling light was reflected in the bloodshot black eyes, and a magnificent auditorium appeared before his eyes.
People in colorful clothes gather together in the auditorium,
Lu Li raised his stiff arms and let himself get up from the soft, warm carpet.
A pair of calves covered with white stockings under a pleated silk skirt suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Lu Li raised his head and saw a beautiful face with a hint of embarrassment.
"I'm so dirty. Why don't you go change your clothes? The dance is about to begin!"