An Yiran opened his eyes suddenly, and the darkness came to the bone.

He raised his hand and held it up in front of him by impression, it was like a vacuum of light, and there was a faint sticky smell that he couldn't feel anything.

Is it a dream again?

The first thing that came to mind was the key factor that distinguished the reality of the dream, and he slammed it into his face.

Damn! It really hurts!

He scurried to his feet, only to realize that he had been sitting cross-legged on the ground all along.

What the hell is this place? Could it be that lucid dream again?

Thinking of the picture he used to dream of, he couldn't speak in his dream, but he just walked with the child in front of him like a demon, walking through familiar street scenes, the difference is that he has never pinched himself in his dream.

"Anyone!"

He opened his throat and shouted, and the sound came out like a stone dropped on top of an abyss, without stirring up a single reverberation.

"Oh yes, I still have my phone!"

An Yiran had a flash of inspiration, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed the unlock button on the screen.

No response.

He tried the restart button again, the shutdown button, and pressed all the keys that could be pressed, and the small device in his hand was like a brick, and there was no response.

"Ouch hey. ”

He sighed habitually, and reluctantly stuffed the mobile phone that had become bricks back into his pocket, surrounded by the bottomless darkness, and the claustrophobic environment kept running up his feet and necks with the illusion of coolness, An Yiran shivered, and subconsciously hugged his arms.

Come on, I don't know what kind of moth I have provoked, and the most likely situation is that I have fallen into some trap, which may be the best news.

The worst news?

Thinking of this, he shuddered again, he couldn't be dead, right?

Before, people said that they would go to the marquee or something before they died, and there would be an old woman serving you soup on the bridge, but the people who said these things had never died, who knows if it was true.

It's over, it's completely cold now.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I may really be dead, and the infinitely dark environment in front of me is not the world after death?

Thinking that his game hasn't been opened yet, he hasn't said goodbye to his parents, the broken guitar that his friend borrowed from him in high school hasn't been returned, the shadow of Tokyo Tower that he wants to go to the most hasn't been touched, and the girl's hand hasn't been pulled, a hundred unwilling emotions instantly surged.

Also, what about her? What happened to Lin Xiaojia?

He searched for his memories, and the last fragment he could still recall was Lin Xiaojia's surging red eyes, the corners of her mouth overflowing with blood, the dense needle in front of her, and the red king spreading monstrous blood in the air.

There were still words ringing in his ears in bits and pieces, but he couldn't remember his specific state.

Ahhh

He lay on the ground with his head in his hands, rolling back and forth, like a comedian in front of the screen, the boundary of death was not so entangled in him, but the feeling that lingered in his heart that he had obviously experienced but could not recall made the distress continue to expand.

If there was his own corpse over there, he must have opened his eyes, and for the first time he felt that he understood death so deeply.

I didn't continue this meaningless scrolling, thinking that if Lin Xiaojia saw this scene with a good sense of sarcasm, and his eyes that had lost their efficacy opened in the dark, maybe something would break the darkness in a while, and maybe pull him out?

It's like the big hand in the novel that can break through the two realms and drag him back from this realm of suspected death.

Forget it, I guess I don't have this ability. He smiled wryly and waved his hand, the reality in front of him told him that it was better to think less about miscellaneous things, they were all dead people, and they should always look like dead people, and be more mature.

But in the next moment, the light curtain that opened in front of him lit up this endless dark world.

An Yiran sat up from the ground and looked at the light curtain that was about dozens of meters wide, and the mottled snowflakes reminded him of the humble screens that showed old movies in the square when he was a child.

What a situation!

In the glimmer of the screen, he quickly scanned his whole body, and found no scars, except that the slightly hard touch made him lower his head as he stroked his chest.

The shirt on his chest was covered with granular dried blood scabs, as if it had been splashed by countless fine blades, but when the shirt was pulled open and looked inside, he saw his own unscathed flesh.

It's not my blood, is it?

Loosening his neckline in some confusion, he focused his gaze on the light curtain in front of him again, and there was a hazy image flickering in the light curtain, although it was not very clear, but it was enough to make people see it in the dark environment.

An old room was reflected on the screen, the walnut wall panels were peeling off in a few places due to age, the fire was burning in the brick fireplace, and the faint smell of burning wood came from him, giving him the illusion of being there.

These pictures turned out to be in color?

This sense of disobedience that does not match the old atmosphere makes An Yiran feel very strange, but he can't delve into it after all, he just continues to pay attention to the images on the light curtain.

The light curtain cast the back of a man, dressed in a heavy navy blue robe, and his short slightly curly black hair was disheveled.

He reached out towards the fireplace, a hint of exhaustion in the deep sockets of his exposed face, his godless eyes fixed on the flames in the fireplace in front of him, the light of the fire flickering in his dark pupils.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he withdrew his hands from the fireplace and turned slowly.

The wooden door behind him opened, and a short figure slowly walked in, under the same slightly curly light brown short hair, the round eyes of a child revealed a trace of joyful emotion.

It's that kid!

Seeing this scene, An Yiran stood up completely, and on the mysterious light curtain of this unknown world, the figure of the child in the dream was clearly reflected, and his body unconsciously moved closer to the light curtain, wanting to see the child's face clearly.

Absolutely, yes! He stretched out his hand and slowly traced the outline of the child in the void, which was clearly the same as the child in his dream, but the outfit was clearly different.

The child in the light curtain is dressed in a cobalt blue tuxedo, with just the right amount of waist to be cut by a close-fitting hand, hand-stitched gold trim at the corners and neckline, and white stockings wrapped all the way down to the knees, like a 17th-century European gentleman.

With a smile on his face, the little boy said something to the man in front of him with a hood, and then turned and walked out.

After listening to his words, the man showed disbelief in his eyes, and hurriedly followed the figure of the little boy out of the room, and the picture slowly faded at this time, and finally disappeared.

What the hell is this?

After watching this scene, An Yiran's expression was the same as that robe man, full of astonishment and incomprehension, and said in his heart that even if it was a legendary marquee, it was too distracting!

As soon as the original picture went out, a new scene surged on the light curtain.

And all of this is far more powerful than the first act.

The image is locked on someone's point of view, the gloomy sky is full of flickering ruins of fire, and the full moon in the sky is an eerie reddish-brown.

The opposing sides were cloaked in black and silver cloaks, and sharp blades collided with spears inlaid with ancient arcane patterns in the air, and the air currents swept the surrounding rubble into the air.

The flames and dark unknown energy bodies collided with each other, and the distorted air continued to have fine light blades quickly formed, flying towards the opposite camp, blood continued to burst out in the chaotic confrontation, and the sticky fishy aura under the red moonlight almost penetrated the end of the light curtain.

The sight master stretched out his pale left hand and slowly waved it behind him, a dull roar came from the depths of the darkness, and the restless sound wave shook everyone's minds.

The silver-robed crowd looked up, and under the reddish-brown moonlight, a three-headed beast swooped down from the sky towards the center of the battlefield.

The wings were nearly 100 meters wide, and the surging black mist gathered around them, obscuring most of the people looking into the sky.

Its three heads twisted in different directions, dense ochre-colored scales wrapped around its neck, and essentia spikes on its skull snaked towards the back of its head, like a crown made of thorns.

Its six vertical eyes shimmered with blood-colored luster, the scarlet mist dragged a palpitating brilliance through the air with its high-speed swooping body, the cracks in its scale-wrapped body flickered from time to time, and two rows of sharp fangs were exposed in the three huge maws that opened with a roar.

"Gorinich!"

Someone in the silver-robed camp roared, but it was instantly overshadowed by the roar of the three-headed beast, and it raised its wings high, and the black mist that lingered between the wings slowly condensed into the shape of pitch-black spears, and roared out towards everyone.

The black spear shrouded the center of the battlefield, and the figures of the black robe and the silver robe were obviously within its attack range, and its indiscriminate attacks did not care about the life or death of the people in the black robe at all, but only wanted to destroy everything on the battlefield.

However, the speed of the black spear's advance froze in an instant, and the violent fluctuations spread from the wreckage of the city, and the black spear that was affected by the energy seemed to be pressed against the indestructible armor in mid-air, and could no longer advance an inch.

The beast roared furiously, its six eyes staring at the wreckage of the city at the same time, and the owner of its gaze slowly looked towards the center of its power spread.

A tall man was looking up, injecting the giant beast in the distance, his pupils glittering with dazzling brilliance, the muscles of his bare upper body bulging, and the golden radiant energy enveloped his body.

To the left of the tall man, there was another figure in a white coat, he raised his hand, and the constantly diffusing energy poured out from his hand, organizing the advance of the black spear.

In front of him, a man with long silver hair held a long blade, and the sky-high sharp energy gushed out from the break of the long blade, as if he had a sharp edge that could cut through everything in the world.

"It's time. ”

The voice slowly came from out of sight, and the gaze turned behind him, several figures swayed in the darkness, and under the reddish-brown dark moonlight, the sound of getting closer and closer wafted in the air.

"The destroyer of Destiny. ”

"Holy!"

The picture came to an abrupt end with this call, and An Yiran scolded fiercely into the air, as if the wonderful drama he was watching suddenly inserted into the ending song.

"What's the same thing! Which TV station is a niche magic drama in the midnight file. ”

Two scenes appear on the light curtain in succession, and the only spectator is still a foggy water, except for the child in the first act who once appeared in a dream, the other scenes have nothing to do with him.

He even began to seriously doubt that the gods of the underworld were addicted to the midnight slot and couldn't extricate themselves, and they actually used these inexplicable magic dramas to receive him.

The light curtain flickered again, and An Yiran lay down again, he no longer expected these images.

The ground of unknown material remained a deep black in the light, and the coolness caused him to slowly curl up in a ball.

How about love.

Judging from the current situation, he has determined that he is dead, it turns out that death is really not a painful thing, he really wants to write this experience into a book, the title of the book is called posthumous text, the title of the book is definitely a fire!

But when he thought that he was dead, how could he pass the book out? The frustration of frustration began to spring up in his heart, and he unconsciously felt an atmosphere of incomparable frustration enveloping him.

Even if I die, I'm so mourned?

He wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep, and when he woke up, he might be sent to a frying pan, or he was being fed to a beast with wings.

A new picture gradually emerged in the flickering light curtain, An Yiran slowly closed his eyes, and silence descended on this dark world.

"An Yiran!"

The sound passed through the curtain of light and into the darkness.