The body is heavy, heavy

What is she doing? In the fall? Yes, it's falling! Jiang Lan looked down and saw that it was an endless abyss. Where is this? Suddenly stopped, turned around, and there was a cold touch on the toes. It seems to be the end.

Looking around, it's pitch black. No, it wasn't pitch black, it was just that the daylight was shrouded in darkness, and the shadows could only see the square inch around them.

This is the endless abyss within the void beyond the Six Realms, she has been here before.

Beneath his feet is a bone-chilling black rock, which cannot be hurt by any force, and it also has a magical power that sucks up mana.

The Obsidian Stone is the crystallization of the black rock for thousands of years, and it is very difficult to find, let alone take away.

Suddenly, her feet were soft, and Jiang Lan fell to the ground, not in the expected pain, but soft, with a fragrance of fragrant grass.

Jiang Lan raised her eyes, and the surroundings became much clearer, but the sky was still overwhelming, or even more so.

The endless abyss has no day or night, what opens up is her horizon.

Jiang Lan stood up and walked into the depths.

In the distance, there was a thatched hut, and smoke rose from the hut.

Someone!

Jiang Lan raised her vigilance, quietly opened the fence, and silently sneaked in.

Before he had taken a few steps, he was called out.

"It's unexpected, it's ready, come here."

Jiang Lan was stunned, "Xiaoxiao" was her own milk name, and no one knew it except her family.

Turning around, the object is a picture of a spring breeze.

Under the peach blossom tree, he was dressed in white, and his hair was not tied up and scattered at will, like an ink-like waterfall, moving with the wind. His face was dusty, as if he had been smeared with black charcoal, and he wore an apron around his waist, which seemed to be cooking.

It's the same as in the dream, but it's different.

Are you in a dream now?

She didn't know, only that she had lost a pet and a memory when she came out of the void.

It's just that in the next hundred thousand years, the man called "weak" will always fall asleep. But it's always a fragment, a word, a look, a breath, and it's never been as clear as it is today.

Looking at the food in front of you, two dishes, one soup, and two bowls of rice.

Simple, the appearance is acceptable, as for the taste... Jiang Lan glanced at the man on the other side who looked like he had fought a battle, and he didn't ask for extravagance.

The man had been busy, cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and cleaning the house...... Jiang Lan sat on the small wooden stool when she was eating, staring blankly at the busy man.

It was getting dark as soon as I saw it, but how could it be dark?

Isn't this the Endless Abyss? Where is the void? Or is it not a void?

Lying on the bed, all around was quiet, filled with Jiang Lan's ears and the sound of gentle breathing next door, he seemed to be asleep.

Listening to the breathing next door, Jiang Lan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, until her breathing slowed down and she gradually fell into a dream.

Cough cough cough, when I opened my eyes, there was a thin layer of smoke in front of me, the smoke of the burning of Buddha incense.

It's an ancestral hall! This ancestral hall is so big, why is she here? My leg hurts, how long have I been kneeling? Which ancestral hall did you kneel? Rubbing his eyes, he saw that the Jiang Clan's ancestral hall was holding the tablets of Jiang Jie and Xue in the center.

So Jiang Lan is kneeling in the ancestral hall, but why?

A corner of the porter opened, and a little girl sneaked in.

"Shizi, Shizi, this is what the young lady asked the slave to bring, you can eat quickly, Grandpa Guo doesn't know."

Jiang Lan looked at this girl who was less than ten years old, and stretched out her hand to take the white-flour steamed bun hidden in her arms.

But this hand is so small, so small, and if you look at your arm, it's so short and short.

It turned out that it was not the ancestral hall of the Jiang family, and now Jiang Lan is only three years old.

Why should a three-year-old be fined so heavily?

Jiang Lan took a few bites, and the little maid next to her burst into tears, "Grandpa Guo is too ruthless, how young is the son, he has been kneeling for a day and two nights, and he still hasn't let go." ”

What the! Two nights a day? Is this still human? To a three-year-old doll like this?

The little maid didn't dare to stay longer, saying that she would come back tomorrow.

Jiang Lan didn't say anything, just knelt on the futon in a daze.

The day is very fast, and the early morning sunlight is sprinkled on the face, and there is no trace of temperature in the faint light, but it makes people chill.

It's a pity, but it's not sunshine, it's people.

Jiang Lan looked at the old man standing in front of him, he shouldn't say that he was an old man, his face was still very young, but his hair was already white.

His eyes were terrifying, like a demon crawling out of hell, and there was a surging killing intent under his indifference.

He's going to kill himself?

Why?

Jiang Lan lowered her head, not daring to touch the undisguised killing intent again.

"Today is the death day of your parents, kneel, without them, you are the one who died!"

What died was me? What the?

Jiang Lan didn't ask, just knelt well.

It may have been Jiang Lan's steady attitude that angered the man, who suddenly slammed the table hard, making Jiang Lan tremble.

"Why didn't you die?"

What the?

The old man went out in a rage with his cane.

The picture turned, and he was squatting under the bookshelf with a book in his hand. The light around was not very good, Jiang Lan patted the dust and stood up, still holding the history book in his hand.

The man reappeared, snatched his book, and tossed it aside.

"Go back."

"I, I, want to read." How did the words come out, involuntarily, so strange!

"You shouldn't study, go back!"

That man is fierce, really fierce! Feeling the man on the verge of an outburst, his feet still moved out of the study.

Squatting under the outside window of the study, listening to the sounds inside.

"To live is not to ......"

Jiang Lan covered her mouth and nose, she wanted to cry, no, it was this body that wanted to cry.

The picture turned again, it was a dark and windy night.

Not in Jiang's Mansion, in a desolate abandoned house.

She seemed to be waiting for someone, and she was looking forward to it and anxious.

Suddenly, a man in black came, and he stood in the shadows.

"Lord Shizi, the secret you want to know, the princess said she can help you, but you have to help her do something."

"What's the matter?"

Before Jiang Lan could speak, tens of thousands of arrows fell from the sky, and hundreds of black-clothed people poured in all around.

She dodged the stray arrows, but the oncoming knives and guns could no longer dodge.

Jiang Lan died, and Yin Xun lived in this world from then on.

……

Jiang Lan opened her eyes suddenly, and her whole body was soaked as if she had been fished out of water.

Familiar place, familiar screen......

Is this coming back?

The clothes are still the same as the one that Xue Mingrui wore when he came back, and he has not touched it.

It's already dark outside.

Jiang Lan is moving here, and the West Pool in the ear room naturally heard it.

"Prepare water."

In the half-human-high bathtub, Jiang Lan looked at several wounds on this body. Sure enough, it was exactly the same as the stab in the dream, and now you can clearly feel the pain of tearing the flesh when you touch it, and the unwillingness of the original owner.

Soaking in the water, Jiang Lan thought that if Jiang Lan's dream was true, what about her own dream? And what exactly is the original main thing to investigate? What is the danger to her?

And the old man with a cane whose face he couldn't see clearly, who the hell was he? Why didn't he let himself read? And let yourself die?

What is the reason for all this?