Guo Jiudao: "If you interpret this as the pain caused by the pain all over the body, then the clothes that come into contact with your body first are the clothes. The clothes all over the body."
Yan Luyi let out a sigh and followed his train of thought for a while. He felt that the picture was so beautiful that he almost wanted to commit suicide: "My clothes are indeed torn, not as serious as you said."
Guo Jiudao: "That's why this is abnormal. Give me your hand."
Yan Luyi didn't know why, so she handed her hand to him. Guo Jiu pinched her little finger. He gradually increased the pressure, and she gradually began to feel pain in her fingertips: "What are you doing?"
Guo Jiudao: "I am causing pain to you. If it had happened before, my fingers would have been injured because of your super power."
Yan Luyi said: "Maybe it's because you are also a connected person, so my ability is useless to you?"
Guo Jiudao: "Tell me what you have experienced."
Yan Luyi told him what happened in the medicine warehouse in detail. While listening to her story, Guo Jiu checked the clothes she changed: "It's just some damage on the back. According to your description, it was in the medicine bottle."
What happened at the same time as the explosion hit me.”
He took out a scalpel. Yan Luyi understood what he meant and tentatively touched the blade with his fingers.
Coolness. Then the blade disappeared. The performance seemed no different from before.
Guo Jiu frowned and thought, and said: "Perhaps your physique has changed somewhere else. It's best to do a comprehensive examination after you return."
Yan Luyi wrapped his coat tightly: "I think so too. I must have been poisoned by something, and I'm almost freezing to death now."
The sound of engines gradually came from the distance.
Guo Jiu picked up Ye Fanxia from the ground, walked to the entrance, and said, "Let's go."
Yan Luyi wanted to help pull up the ghost face. But her physical condition was not strong enough at the moment, so she had to give up.
She helped Guo Jiu pull the door open. The door had been damaged. The rotating handle connected to the door lock was now hanging loosely on the door panel. With a little more force, it almost knocked off.
The small courtyard in front of the door has no external walls, so as soon as I went out, I saw two cars parked on the road at the door.
One car looked familiar, it was the one Ye Fanxia drove when he arrived. The other car had never been seen before, but Yan Yue immediately jumped out of the car.
He opened the passenger door for Yan Luyi in a rare and gentlemanly manner. Yan Luyi moved in and collapsed on the seat. Yan Yue helped her adjust the angle of the seat back so that she could sit more comfortably.
Yan Luyi glanced at him gratefully: "There is progress, Yan Yue."
Yan Yue said: "Guo Jiu said that it is best to give warm care first before criticizing a person. Judging from your reaction, I have done a good job in this step and can move on to the next step. I heard that a certain person was because of himself.
He almost died because of his stupid decision, and he barely survived because of his sudden cheating?"
Yan Luyi said: "I think although my physical strength is almost gone right now, I still won't have a problem beating you up."
Yan Yue immediately became quiet. He walked to another car, helped Guo Jiu take Ye Fanxia back to the house, dragged out the still unconscious Ghost Face, and sat in the driver's and passenger seats with Feng Jiiling respectively.
Yan Yue came back and started the engine.
Yan Luyi asked: "What should we do with that person?"
Yan Yue said: "Let's wait until Ye Fanxia wakes up."
Yan Luyi said: "He is terrible."
Yan Yue said: "I agree, he can play the role of a zombie with a little touch-up of makeup. If the ointment is washed off his face, the impression will be much better."
Yan Luyi said anxiously: "That's not what I mean! He is scary because... he seems to be able to see through what I am thinking."
Yan Yue asked: "Is this difficult?"
Yan Luyi didn't want to talk to him.
Yan Yue said: "For example, you don't really want to talk to me now."
Yan Luyi was so angry that he slapped the driver's seat.
She once again felt that she could not communicate with Yan Yue at all. So she turned her head and looked around.
The car windows are all closed tightly.
But she still felt cold, as if she was standing in a snowy field with a single coat in the howling wind. She was covered in cold sweat. She reached out and touched it, and found that her newly put on clothes were already soaked through.
Yan Luyi felt his teeth chattering slightly: "Is there heating?"
Yan Yue asked: "Is it already so cold?"
Yan Luyi said: "Hurry up and open it."
After a while, the temperature in the car rose. Yan Luyi finally felt a lot more comfortable, feeling that this kind of warmth was rare and rare after a long absence.
Then my whole body started to feel lazy and I couldn't help but want to sleep.
Yan Yue once again guessed what she was thinking: "If you are tired, take a rest. Your consumption is indeed too great."
So Yan Luyi fell asleep.
She slept very deeply, so deeply that she had a strange self-awareness - her consciousness was diving, diving to the very depths. It was as if someone was talking to her.
A man was telling her something in a tone that was profound but somewhat ethereal, and as low as a murmur.
She lowered her consciousness and continued to sink so that she could get closer to that voice.
"We are all dead. So are you, and so am I. All people are like this. In other words, we have never been alive, we are not life."
She felt that she was walking in a strange space that blended reality and illusion, was illusory, huge and boundless. There were some strange shapes floating in the air, like three-dimensional objects, like projections, like lines. They were changing.
.
"It's fake, everything is. No matter what happened, it's completely meaningless."
Even she herself is changing. She seems to be walking, but also seems to be floating. There is the sound of wind flowing through her ears, as if she is hovering on a void plane, and beneath her feet is the deep blue sea of silence.
"It's like a dream...it doesn't matter what you have experienced or what hasn't happened yet, because they don't exist. Everything will disappear when you wake up, or in other words, you won't get the chance to wake up.
.”
She approached a shape hovering in the air, and then she discovered that the shapes gathered into this shape were countless, different tiny shapes, and these tiny shapes were composed of more and tinier shapes. Her consciousness followed
She observed these small shapes and went deeper into them. She seemed to be wrapped in a certain shape...
She is also a shape.
The voice: "We are all dead."
"already dead."
"……already dead."
"It never existed."
The voice murmured, and the suppressed loneliness and fear wrapped around her as the voice lingered in her ears, making her whole body seem to be wrapped in shackles and stones, sinking continuously.