When Zhou Yanan woke up again, he had a splitting headache. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Her consciousness was still a little blurry, and she sat cross-legged on the bed, rubbing her eyes vigorously.

She didn't know if she had woken up before, if she was dreaming that she had woken up, or if she had really woken up.

Zhou Yanan quickly glanced at the location of the small basin lamp before the girl came over to freshen her up.

Oh, there's no light there, that's weird.

She tilted her head and yawned, and walked over to the dresser and sat down. A girl took a grate and carefully groomed her hair.

A lamp doesn't mean anything. What you see with your own eyes may be false, let alone the ethereal dream.

Zhou Yanan didn't plan to tell anyone else, she had a rather depressing dream.

She seemed to be walking alone in the desert where no grass grows.

Zhou Yanan is not used to walking alone. She has always liked to bring a large number of servants, everyone talks and laughs, and no matter how much she has, she is not afraid.

She's not so pretentious either. It's just that I'm not used to it.

It's like a person who thinks his mouth is ugly, and he is used to seeing people cover his mouth with a handkerchief. If one day, when you meet a guest or go to someone else's house, you suddenly find that the handkerchief that has never left your body has fallen, and you will not be able to find something to cover your mouth for a while, you will feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, it is not as serious as going out on the street without clothes.

In this dream, everything in heaven and earth is gray.

Originally, there was no grass or dead poplars, only gray sand. Occasionally, black stones can be seen. Along the way, you can hear ghosts crying wolves. It must have been the sound of the wind passing through these stone holes.

Zhou Yanan was not afraid of ghosts, and she didn't think that there would be wolves here.

She was confident that she would not be in any danger.

It's just that these sounds are really weird, and they have some special tones. Although Zhou Yanan is not proficient in music, he also found that these sounds are not unpleasant in the usual sense, and there is a faint sense of demagogy.

seems to want to lure Zhou Yanan to a certain place.

Zhou Yanan was not in a hurry, and planned to use the qi of life to transform into a five-hole xun, and confront the voice of this friend and foe, so as to weaken the influence of the wind on her.

She discovers that her witchcraft has failed.

Zhou Yanan knew that he couldn't panic at this time.

She stopped, and rummaged through everything in her pocket to see what could be used.

She found only a small handkerchief. There should be a cluster of peach blossoms embroidered on it, so it should be pink. It's a pity that it still looks like a gray color.

Zhou Yanan blocked one of his ears with a handkerchief, untied the belt, and plugged the other ear.

Anyway, there is no one in this desert who will not see her loose clothes. As for whether she was inappropriately groomed, she didn't want to think about these things. It's important to save your life first.

She placed the index finger of her right hand on her lips, pressed the tip of her tongue against her fingers, and blew gently.

A shrill sound like a whistle sounded.

Zhou Yanan gently adjusted the position and angle of his fingers, and he could change the tone of the sound at will.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Blocking the ears still has some effect, and the sound of the wind blowing the stone is not evil enough to ignore the cloth strip and directly attack Zhou Yanan with sound waves. And she blows her own fingers, which can also interfere with the tone produced by the sound of the wind.

In fact, if she doesn't use her fingers, she can also hold her hand, leave a small hole between her two thumbs, and blow air into her hands, which can also blow sound.

She knew she couldn't rely too much on the instrument. For example, she took Wukongxun to fight with someone, what if Wukongxun was snatched away?

Zhou Yanan just wants to stay away from this ghost place now.

She tried to walk against the wind as much as she could.

She looked at the scenery around her to distract herself. She didn't know why there were clouds over the desert, obscuring the sun. The clouds were naturally gray.

Zhou Yanan had never hated this color so much.

Her feet quickly scratched the skin. Of course, this is also a normal thing. Why did she have to go that far? I have always taken a car or a sedan chair.

As a result, her gait became strange. She felt that her ten toes hurt as if they were piercing. Especially with the right foot, I can't take it in stride. With each step, it must be opened outward. This walking posture is naturally ugly. But Zhou Yanan couldn't wait to lift his feet and walk with his heels.

She felt that her feet must be bloody and glued to their socks, and that they would have to be torn apart to separate them.

She squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, imagining herself dealing with the wound on her foot.

Will it hurt so much that you cry?

Still, there are benefits. At least the pain helps her stay awake. If you fall asleep in this hellish place, you may never have a chance to wake up again.

Zhou Yanan's mouth was dry, and her upper lip was stuck to her teeth, and she couldn't put it down.

She dragged her tired body, and her mind was even more exhausted by the terrible "music".

Even though she can't use her breath now, her physical exertion is still within an acceptable range. She felt like she could still walk.

Finally, the strange voice stopped ringing out. Zhou Yanan tore off the cloth stuffed in his ears, found that it had indeed disappeared, fell into the sand with his feet facing the sky, and closed his eyes.

She felt something touch her face, tickling.

It's a red feather.

Zhou Yanan was about to scold. Can't you just let her rest for a while?

She sat up with great reluctance and saw the red feathers flying in the sky.

That's when she felt weird. It stands to reason that there are no colors other than black, white and gray. Even her "inflamed and swollen" toes are gray.

Where does this red come from?

Besides, what animal in the world has red feathers? The number of feathers is still so staggering?

She thought with an eyebrow furrowed. The feather was more and more like snow, covering her whole body.

When Zhou Yanan woke up, he was still thinking that he had always described the heavy snow as "goose feather snow", and never compared feathers to snowflakes floating all over the sky.

Her head swelled terribly. And for some reason, she felt like crying.

Perhaps what I inadvertently glimpsed was the ultimate form after the destruction of the world. Barren, dead and silent, hopeless.

It doesn't matter if you don't have witchcraft to be proud of. What she cares about is that she is always alone.

I need a companion.

Zhou Yanan said to herself: Actually, I am also a person who is afraid of loneliness!

I wish I could meet someone who will be there for me no matter what happens. I am willing to give everything I have for this.

With all her heart, she prayed to some unknown being.

Zhou Yanan picked up the five-hole xun by the dresser and blew it.