Chapter Eighty-Three: Dreams
The moment the coffin surfaced, I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart!
Because of this coffin, I actually know ......
It was a coffin with no special style, almost black, but I dare say that there is absolutely no second one in the world for this kind of black coffin.
I walked to the side of the coffin with doubts and squatted down to take a closer look, and there was a cut on the left side of the coffin, and there was a cut on the left and right down, and my head was almost dizzy from the moment I saw the nick.
Because this is my grandmother's coffin......
I couldn't convince myself anymore that this black coffin with strange notches, I dare say I couldn't find a second one in the whole world!
"Click-"
Just when my mind was a mess, the coffin lid suddenly flicked up slightly, and then it was covered again, and I was afraid that the soles of my feet would be so frightened that I involuntarily took a few steps back, and sat down on the grass.
Grassland...?
Am I not in front of the Bridge of the Dead...
When I looked up, the sun was shining.
I suddenly found myself standing in the courtyard of my grandmother's house, and although it was noon, it was quiet everywhere, and the summer wind was blowing hot, and I was a little sleepy.
Looking back, there was no light in the living room, and it was dark everywhere.
Suddenly, the door of the inner room was pushed open, and I looked at it, and Qin Huai, who was wearing a dress, actually walked out of my grandmother's room.
She beckoned to me and pointed to the table in the living room, only to notice that there were a dozen or so beautiful home-cooked dishes on the table, and at the same time, the courtyard behind me suddenly became noisy.
As soon as I turned my head, I found my parents, my parents, and my second uncle, who were talking and laughing, and walked over.
And the second sister was also among them, so I hurriedly greeted her and asked, "How are you doing?" I've been looking for you for a soft gold spine before! But..."
"What?"
The second sister looked at me suspiciously, as if she couldn't understand any of the words that had just come out of my mouth.
I watched in amazement as my family walked into the living room, but I couldn't take a single step in the courtyard, because I knew that I was standing in the shallow pool in front of the bridge just two minutes ago!
I must be like Qin Huan, I fell into a dream of death, all this is just my illusion.
When I came back to my senses, it was already dark, the lights in the room were bright, the food was fragrant, everyone was eating and drinking around the table, chatting and laughing, the eldest sister glanced at me, and then waved her hand vigorously, "What are you doing outside!" Eat mosquitoes! ”
I nodded blankly and pinched my thigh.
Kinima's pain......
If all this is what I imagined after falling under the evil spell, it would be too real, and I kept clearly remembering everything in my mind before Qin Huan and I came to the Bridge of Death, until I was persuaded by the second uncle to drink a small sip of liquor.
First fresh, then hot, the liquor flowing down the throat is like swallowing a mouthful of hot disinfectant water, and when this not delicious drink is swallowed, the smell of wine rushes out of the nasal cavity.
But it's all just amazing!
"Mom and Dad! I miss you! I raised my glass and shouted.
My mom looked at me with her chin in her hand, her eyes full of love and relief, but my dad said with a face that was extremely disgusted with me, "It's not disgusting." ”
At the wine table, my second uncle and I chatted with my two sisters, but I didn't see my grandparents from beginning to end.
"What are you doing!!
I was just about to reach out and push the door, when my dad suddenly roared at the wine table behind me, startling me, but when I looked back, the family members who were still around the table just now were gone.
The living room was dark, the tables were gone, the laughter was gone, and all the people were gone, except for a wide open door and the courtyard reflected in the dim moonlight.
"Squeak-"
Grandma's door opened on its own.
It was dark in the room, and the moonlight outside the window was barely half the bed, but I could barely see that everything in the room was the same as the one I had been here before, the upside-down cupboard, the four-sided bed, and the old dresser with only frames and no mirrors.
Everything is in its own rightful place.
I took a deep breath and looked at the bottom of the bed, I remember the last time I was in my grandmother's room, Xiao Yao was hiding under the bed, I don't know why I suddenly had a strong feeling at this moment, that is, Xiao Yao was still below.
"Xiao Yao ......"
I shouted softly.
But there was no sound in the room except for the gentle summer breeze outside the window.
"Xiao Yao, are you ...... you?"
I asked again, and suddenly there was a "bang" on the bed, as if something was pushing up under the bed.
"Second Master of the Hua family, are you looking for Xiao Yao?"
It was the sharp and ethereal voice that I was familiar with, but now I won't be afraid, because I know that Xiao Yao is my friend, and she once took her own life to save me!
"Xiao Yao, it's me, I seem to have fallen under an evil spell, and I've been trapped in this place."
At this time, a long leg of an arthropod with black fluff stretched out from under the bed, but after dancing a few times, it retracted again, "Second Master of the Hua Family, since you know that everything here is fake, why do you want to ask Xiao Yao?" ”
Xiao Yao is right......
All of this is just a dream of the past, so what's the point of asking for help in this fantasy?
"I know, but I can't figure out what I'm going to do."
Xiao Yao pushed the bed board again, "Second Master of the Hua family, you have learned spells, so you can still know your own situation in your dreams, but your companion is not very lucky, he may stay in his dream for the rest of his life." ”
After listening to Xiao Yao's words, I suddenly thought of something.
If everything in this illusion, including Xiao Yao, was made up by my brain itself, then these words in Xiao Yao's mouth should actually be the product of my brain itself.
So everything Xiao Yao said was essentially what I was saying.
At this time, Xiao Yao said: "Yes, you are right, everything here was created by you, and what Xiao Yao wants to say is just your subconscious thoughts, so Xiao Yao said, it is useless for you to ask me." ”
I sat cross-legged on the floor, yes, it was just a dream, but everything in the dream was the feedback of my brain.
The meal just now may be because I miss my family, and now Xiaoyao is probably because of my helplessness at the moment.
But knowing that it was all useless, I had to figure out how I could get out of this curse.