The girl's body became stiff due to the call, and her abyss-like dark eyes appeared in a trance, struggling to open, revealing human pupils.
"...Lu Li...? I'm sorry! I, I...failed to protect Aunt Mary." She apologized with tears in her eyes. She thought of something and had no time to wipe away her tears: "Hurry..."
The pupils that represented wakefulness were once again occupied by darkness, and she turned back into a numb and dull maid, ready to serve.
"Jojo...Joanna...Oliver...Aunt Mary..."
The next few calls could no longer wake her up.
Lu Li did not wash his body. He left Qiao Qiao in the corridor, locked the door and knocked on other people's rooms.
No one answered.
"Where are the others?"
Lu Li asked the servant who was wearing strange human clothes and was prostrate and saluting.
"The messengers have gone to the hall," the servant replied.
Frowning slightly, Lu Li walked along the red carpet corridor to the end and found people gathered around a long table in the hall.
"Mr. Lu Li, you wash so slowly." Pusius, who was sitting on a carved wooden chair with a red bow tied on his chest, joked, his tail under his tuxedo dangling.
"Lu Li... after all... is also... an adult." Ophelia's charred body was put on a dark pink evening dress, long lace gloves to cover her ugly skin, and a long flaxen wig. This subconscious
It reminds me of her state of being naked all the time.
Ophelia laughed like a crow, and this was the first time she laughed.
"How much time has passed?"
"Including the time to wait for Mr. Lu Li, it's almost an hour." After being cleaned, Pusius's freckles seemed to be glowing.
Can't compare the time.
Lu Li recalled what happened after they separated. The corridor was continuous and only the memory in the room might be lost.
There are also some possibilities for different room time flow rates.
At this time, the giant frog slowly crawled in with a pious and weird crawling posture.
To it, whether it is the God of the Deep Sea or its companions, they are all beings whose status is much higher than it, regardless of whether they are strong or weak.
"I have a question." Lu Li said to it.
"Please complete the ceremony first..." A vague voice came from the face that was still buried in the carpet: "Please invite the envoy to sit at the dining table."
"I'm missing parts"
"I said: Sit down."
Like the ripples caused by the croaking of frogs on the water, the indescribable and obscure force pushed Lu Li forward, suppressed Lu Li from sitting down, and suppressed Lu Li's thoughts.
"Mr. Lu Li, of course you will be angry if you inquire into someone's privacy like this..." Pusius, who was sitting next to him, whispered about memories that did not belong to Lu Li.
Lu Li looked around at the people at the long table. The God of the Deep Sea who was sitting in the chair was indifferent, and Ophelia felt sorry for Lu Li sitting opposite.
Not even the resentful spirits or the gods are aware of it, is it you who has the problem?
The clothes of Ophelia and Psius fit perfectly, as if they had been prepared for it; twenty-four years later, Jojo, who still resembles the girl in memory, said the first word about Aunt Mary; every building and every building
All the famous paintings and sculptures can be recognized by Ophelia; the clothes of the person Psius coveted...a fanatical believer who still believes in the God of the Deep Sea and cannot extricate himself.
There are also things that Qiao Qiao is anxious to say but has not yet finished.
"Would you like to start with the main meal, or the appetizers first?" the crawling giant frog asked the god of the deep sea, still seeming to be respectful.
"Dinner. I need to get my body back as soon as possible." The God of the Deep Sea whispered majestically.
"Then...ok."
In the trembling voice of the giant frog, he slowly raised his head, revealing a face that was neither ugly nor disgusting, but a human face full of enthusiasm and excitement.
The next moment, the god of the deep sea in the seat was lying flat on the dining table, while the giant frog squeezed into the main seat, wearing a napkin and grabbing a knife and fork.
"I will enjoy you carefully, reverently, and respectfully."
The God of the Deep Sea is the upcoming dinner.
Ophelia, who wanted to do something, was suddenly restrained by an obscure force. She looked at Lu Li in panic: "Lu"
Lu Li, who was originally in his seat, disappeared.
…
Wow wow wow
The waves lick the beach in the distance.
Lu Li faintly woke up.
The cold and wet sea breeze blew on the deck. Lu Li looked around him. Pusius, Ophelia, the God of the Deep Sea, and all the believers fell asleep on the deck. Only the businessman Anthony, who was carrying a worn backpack, stood.
"Have we landed on the island?"
Lu Li turned his head and looked at the island. There was no fog, and the rocky mountains and holes were ugly and exposed to his sight.
Why is there the dream power of his old enemy the Lord of the Deep Sea where the remains of the God of the Deep Sea exist?
"No. Everyone near the island is asleep."
"Andrea too?"
"Too."
Qiaoqiao didn't mean to run away quickly.
But wake up soon.
Lu Li shook Pusius, called names that might wake him up, and hurt Pusius, but none of them had any effect.
The power that can put gods into slumber obviously cannot be awakened by external force. Lu Li's awakening is due to his cursed title [Lighthouse] and the [Dreamman] which has the same origin as the power of dreams.
The power of the God of the Deep Sea is slowly weakening, and he is being eaten away in the dream.
"You take the God of the Deep and Ophelia on a wooden boat away from the island. If they wake up, let them find me."
Lu Li pushed the wooden boat off the side manually. When the wooden boat hit the sea, he grabbed the hemp rope, told the businessman Anthony, jumped into the wooden boat, and paddled towards the rough brown beach.
Some footprints that have not been erased by the high tide extend to the distant town: two pairs of human footprints, plum blossom footprints of small animals, and traces that seem to be washed low by the sea water.
Those are their footprints.
Reality and dreams are closely intertwined at this moment.
[Plankaner Town: Facing a deserted land, you are no longer lonely; backed by rocky mountains, it is like a small Belfast; with beautiful environment, you can enjoy the unique golden beach; with a refuge cave, you are no longer afraid of tsunamis and storms; neighbors...
…nobles, professors…scholars…]
Lu Li saw the wooden poster and it was the same as reality.
Dreams may also be based on some facts.
At least when Lu Li picked up the oil lamp, stepped into the cave with the psychic gun in hand, and stepped onto the red carpet of the mansion's corridor-like passage again, there was no strange thing blocking his progress.
The corridor is not as bright as in the dream, but it is still beautiful. Oil paintings are hung, sculptures stand, and the underground garden outside the window reveals a corner of dusty fabric flowers and plants.
Passing by a room, Lu Li pushed the door open, but unfortunately there was no figure of Qiao Qiao inside. Following his memory, he went to the end of the long corridor and opened the closed door of the hall.
The long dining table was covered with a thick layer of dust, the seats were empty, and the first seat in the distance fell into darkness.
bang bang bang
A pair of palms suddenly stretched out from the edge of the darkness that could not be dispelled, and clapped gently.
"You're late...the clansman who was lucky enough to escape from the dreamland."
The owner of the palm sitting at the head of the long table leaned forward, revealing a face and body identical to the face of a giant frog.
He was answered by the reverberating roar of gunshots.