Yechen woke up in a burst of severe pain, she felt that her whole body was aching, every muscle, every bone was screaming in pain, but soon, the pain in her body dissipated, as if everything before was an illusion, but the nerve endings trembled by inertia, and there was a special tingling feeling. Yechen squirmed like a silkworm baby and moved her body, opened her eyes, and there was a white expanse in front of her, she couldn't see anything, and there was a heavy feeling of dizziness, fortunately, she was lying on the bed, otherwise she would definitely fall to the ground. After a while, Yechen's vision regained clarity, and at this time, she saw a cute little black cat crouching on her bedside table, looking at her with a worried face.

"How are you feeling right now?" The little black cat Fei Fei asked with concern.

Ye Chen rubbed his head with his hand and said, "It's nothing, what's wrong, I remember after I completed the task and returned to the seventh space...... I passed out, what's going on? ”

Fei Fei jumped onto Yechen's bed and said, "That's right, there has been a migration in the seventh dimension. ”

"Migration?" Ye Chen repeated, and a question mark appeared in his head, "What do you mean?" ”

Fei Fei opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything, and finally had to say: "It's literal." ”

Yechen nodded knowingly. When the seventh space doesn't want the trialist to know something, it will choose to temporarily block the butler elf's ability to speak, generally speaking, it is best to change the topic when encountering this situation, and it is not wise to directly confront the seventh space. Yechen put the pillow on his back, sat up and said, "Okay, let's migrate, but how do I feel that I have been beaten up so hard that my whole body hurts." ”

Fei Fei rubbed her chest with her head and said, "When the space migrates, it will cause a lot of shock, and this kind of world law-level shock will cause great damage to the trialist's body, but don't worry, this injury is because of the space itself, so your body has been repaired, and it's free." ”

Yechen lazily leaned on the soft pillow and said, "Isn't this a blind toss?" ”

Fei Fei showed a very humane expression, and said helplessly: "Yes, it's indeed a bit of a toss." ”

In the next few days, Yechen stayed in the seventh space to recuperate, although the previous mission survived, but the pay and gain were completely disproportionate, the three of them fought desperately to the death, and the result was a three-lose, especially the bullet that Xu Lu shot at her in the end, not only shattered her physical functions, but even the soul world was greatly shocked, Yechen felt sluggish and powerless during this time, which was the manifestation of the soul being hit hard. What's even more troublesome is that after more than ten days of recuperation, Yechen didn't feel any improvement, seeing that the next task was coming soon, this mental state couldn't cope with the complex tasks of the seventh space at all.

No matter how anxious she should be, she should come back, and one day three weeks later, the ring on the little finger of Yechen's left hand burned, and her next mission was about to begin. Yechen stood in the living room of her private room, looking at the single door embossed with a gloomy urban picture, took a deep breath, and stepped in, this ominous door indicated that she was going through a supernatural mission, I hope she has good luck, this time she really can only rely on luck.

……

Ye Shanlan was wearing a one-line collar printed dress, a huge tulip printed on the plain fabric, milky white one-button open-toe sandals at her feet, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking in an ancient alley in a hazy Jiangnan town, stepping on a round cyan slate like jade, tasting the fragrance like cloves, enjoying the ancient precipitation and eternal poetry.

But soon, Ye Shanlan realized that although the oil-paper umbrella she had just bought from a handicraft store was very beautiful, and it was also very meaningful to hold it in the drizzle and the ancient town of fish and rice, it was too small, and the suitcase she was pulling was already wet.

Okay, let's meet you when I settle down, Gu Xiang, Ye Shan Lan thought to himself, and quickened his pace.

No. 17 Yulin Street, which is Ye Shanlan's destination, her new residence.

With the help of passers-by, Hayama Lan finally found Yulin Street in the intricate alleys. It was an old street, and the houses on both sides were very old. But unlike the lilac alley she had just walked through, it was more dignified. The rivers of time converge here, but they never flow away, but are deposited, and for tens and hundreds of years, they turn into a deep pool, dark and lightless, stirring the water slightly, and even smelling the smell of decay.

Hayama Lan walked down the street that seemed to be decaying, carefully identifying the badly worn house number, it was almost evening, the sky was a little dark, and the gray clouds and dense drizzle affected her vision even more, making the job even more difficult.

After walking most of the street and getting a lot of mud spots on her calves, Ye Shanlan found her new home, an old six-story building. The outer wall was covered with small broken white tiles, but large patches had fallen off, revealing the blue bricks inside, and there were still several black rain marks on the tiles on the wall.

It was like a tear stain, and somehow Ye Shanlan thought of such a sentence in his mind. Tears? Her thoughts expanded uncontrollably, like aquatic plants growing wildly in a deep pool. The old and dilapidated windows looked like a pair of eyes, looking at themselves emptyly, and there was no sparkle in those eyes, only darkness, dark, deep, boundless, like a child drowning in a deep pool.

A cool breeze blew, Ye Shanlan couldn't help but shudder, and secretly scolded herself in her heart, why do you want to think so much!

This was not an ideal place to live, Hayama Lan couldn't help but sigh as she climbed up the narrow staircase and the cement steps. The steps were cramped, and they were very shabby, several of them had collapsed, revealing the pitch-black steel inside, which were its bones, which had been stripped of flesh and bones.

The steps had wooden handrails, the red paint was mottled, and the walls of the corridor were covered with small advertisements, many of which made it difficult for Hayama Lan to see. I have to say that there is a particularly big gap between this place and the ancient town of Jiangnan that she imagined before.

Ye Shanlan has hoped that she can live in an ancient town since she was a child, but in reality, those famous ancient towns are crowded with people all year round, and after some careful searching, she found here, a real ancient town, and an ancient town that has not been disturbed by the commercialization of the world, it is simply an ideal residence. But Ye Shan Lan forgot that in addition to poetry and love, the main thing for a town is that it carries people's lives, and the eating, drinking, and Lazar of ordinary people are obviously not linked to poetry (that kind of ordinary greatness is not accepted by Ye Shan Lan. If there is no tourism project to compensate, the ancient town will often show a more real side, but unfortunately this kind of truth is not loved by women full of literary and artistic feelings.

Ye Shanlan climbed the stairs and measured her new home with her footsteps, she was indeed a literary girl, but she was not the kind of rotten literati full of sour and rotten atmosphere, she had a strong heart, enough to support this young girl in the face of any difficulties, setbacks, or troubles. Ye Shanlan firmly believes that she can get everything she wants by smiling in the face of life, and after adapting to the dim light of the corridor, she has a faint smile on her face, which is a little different from what she imagined, but it is also very interesting, isn't it?

As she walked up, she admired the graffiti on the wall, which were obviously painted by preschool children, full of childish fun, and children's hearts were always full of imagination, which is irresistible to adults. At the turn on the second floor, there is a painting that depicts the common annoyance of children - bathing. In the painting, a child is pressed into a bathtub, reluctantly washing his body, but his mind is not limited by a small bathtub, and the children playing happily around the bathtub are his fantasies. Strange to say, children love to play in the water, but why don't they like to take a bath?

This question is too complicated, Ye Shanlan shook his head, turned around and walked up. After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned her head to look back, and in the dim light, there seemed to be a trace of grease on the wall, and it was in the shape of a human. Ye Shanlan swallowed her saliva, turned around and walked over, and looked carefully, the oil stain disappeared, maybe she was dazzled, it was indeed too dark here.

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