Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Dying Image
"For the re-rise of Chinese civilization and the revival of the Yanhuang bloodline, are you willing to join the ancestral dragon and fight for this noble idea?"
The voice came from far and near, as if it was close at hand, Qin Shiyue looked at the old man with a majestic appearance and a holy expression on the podium, and a sneer suddenly rose in his heart, are you still fooling people with such a slogan? It's a pity that she is no longer the hot-blooded little girl she was back then.
"I do!" Strange and familiar words blurted out from her mouth, and Qin Shiyue was stunned to find that she was standing in front of the podium, standing with the young boys and girls who had joined the ancestral dragon together, looking up at the person on the stage.
She looked at her clothes, and she was shocked to see the same person she had been ten years ago, and to her left and right, there were countless excited and fanatical faces.
"Very well, I am proud of your enthusiasm, but here I must remind you that in order to achieve this goal, sacrifice is inevitable, but as long as we are not afraid of sacrifice, we will be able to accomplish our mission......"
The voice gradually became distant, the scene in front of him gradually dissipated, and when the scene became clear again, Qin Shiyue was stunned to find himself sitting at the table of a luxurious restaurant.
Her image can be seen in the mirror on the opposite wall, wearing a red evening dress, long hair shawl, snow skin and jade bones, charming and moving, it is really beautiful, but Qin Shiyue's heart is cold, she suddenly understands where she is.
"Hey dear, you're here so early."
A gentle and affectionate voice came from behind her, Qin Shiyue turned her head and looked in the direction where the voice came from, a handsome and handsome man was striding towards her, Qin Shiyue was stunned for a moment, she still remembered this man, remembered this man who was infatuated with her at the beginning, he was her first mission target, although Qin Shiyue didn't have much interest in him, but she could still feel a trace of guilt when she thought that this man finally died in her hands.
She couldn't remember his name anymore, but she vaguely remembered that he was the chairman of a large company, and the name of that big company was 'Excellence Technology'......
The man sat down in front of her, chatting with her in a gentlemanly manner, and the waiter brought cold champagne, poured them both over, and glanced at her again, the amber liquor looked so charming, but she knew that poison had been added to it.
The man picked up the wine glass in front of him unguarded, Qin Shiyue shouted in her heart, "Don't, there is a wine in it-" But she couldn't shout any sound, just smiled and watched the man drink the wine in the cup, and then after a while, he fell on the table in a trance, his appearance looked very peaceful, as if he was asleep, and suddenly there was a noise around him, and the picture in front of him once again turned into messy pieces.
The scene in front of me is constantly changing, and the scenes of the past in life are emerging and passing in front of my eyes......
Qin Shiyue remembered an article she had read before, a person's past scenes before death would appear in front of him, just like a slideshow, this phenomenon is called a dying image, is this his own dying image? Are you finally going to die?
Then keep that in mind.
When the picture was presented again, she was surprised to find herself standing in a very strange place, and she was very sure that she had never been here.
It was a huge, gloomy study, full of old books, dimly lit, barely visible, and the light was not near, but in the distant darkness, which seemed to be close and far away.
It's a bit like a trap. Qin Shiyue silently thought that even to this point, the training she had received in the past would not make her easily tempted, and there was a whisper in the darkness around her, and occasionally there was a heavy breathing sound, as if some kind of terrifying creature was gradually approaching, this feeling made her cold to the bone, even if she knew that she had died, she still made her run in the direction of the light in fear.
From time to time she tripped over stacks of books, she didn't stop in the slightest, got up and continued to run, and finally, the light was closer, and she finally saw the environment in front of her.
The light stood on an old desk, and behind it sat an old man in a black cloak, who looked up and showed an old face with black-rimmed glasses under her hood.
"Looks like we have a guest, sit down." The old man stretched out his hand to signal, Qin Shiyue looked at the three-legged wooden stool in front of the desk, and sat down hesitantly.
"What is this place? The underworld? ”
The old man smiled, "I'm not that laid-back, and you're not dead." ”
"But I remember ......"
"Whatever you remember, you're not dead, trust me, I've almost lost track of time in this place, I can't be mistaken."
"But let's not talk about that, we don't have much time, let's get down to business, there's a crisis looming over the world, you have to fight it,"
"Crisis, what crisis?" Qin Shiyue asked, but she didn't think so, she had reached this step, it was difficult to protect herself, and she didn't care about any crisis.
The old man seemed to read her thoughts, "This is a matter of great importance, but I can see that you are not interested in it. The old man patted her shoulder gently, Qin Shiyue felt like an electric shock, and suddenly her mind went blank, "What did you do to me?" She asked, annoyed.
The old man nodded slightly, "I see, you are bound by the contract, so you don't have the ** to survive?" Then let me help you untie this bondage. After speaking, on her forehead and heart, the dantian nodded slightly, as if she had done some kind of ritual.
"Alright, you've been untethered."
Qin Shiyue couldn't help but want to laugh, and smiled bitterly, "The soul contract is impossible...... but that strange swallowing sound sounded around again.
"It's too late, take this, everything about the crisis is in it." The old man grabbed Qin Shiyue's hand, Qin Shiyue felt as if something was stuffed in his hand, the scene in front of him suddenly blurred, and the old man's voice came faintly: "Remember what I said, the safety of this world depends on you." ”
The voice gradually faded away, together with the only faint candle flame, some huge hideous and terrifying shadows faintly revealed in the surrounding darkness, which seemed to be rushing towards her, Qin Shiyue didn't have time to scream, the surrounding darkness was suddenly replaced by a red light, the light was getting closer and closer, more and more dazzling, when Qin Shiyue opened her eyes with great effort, she found that the bright sunlight was shining on her face through the glass of the window.
I sat up, and there was a strange room in front of me.
(To be continued)