My train of thought was a little confused, and there were so many things that I didn't know.

I couldn't move now, so I had to be dragged all the way through the threshold and into another room.

I smelled a smell and tried to roll my eyes, but I didn't see anything.

The man walked into one of the rooms inside, but I was left outside.

I tried to float, but found that my body was now so substantial that it couldn't move like a ghost.

I had to roll around twice with great difficulty, and finally I could see the room inside.

It was supposed to be a room similar to a studio, and someone was coloring the porcelain dolls.

That's understandable.

I looked around again, and the houses here seemed to be studios. It's just that compared to modern art studios, in addition to being antique, it is still very shabby.

I saw two broken doors, and some rotten, moldy tables and chairs.

The room was not very clean, both inside and out. In the corner, there are also cobwebs.

Those porcelain dolls are not as good as the quantitative products produced by the assembly line of modern technology machines. At the same time, these porcelain dolls are not masterpieces of master craftsmanship. This is a small workshop in ancient times.

Even so, those porcelain dolls look bright and beautiful from a distance.

I heard footsteps behind me, and by the time I tried to get out of the way, it was too late, and I was trampled by many people.

I was depressed for a while, trying to see what these people were doing, but when they spoke, I found that I didn't understand.

It's not the first time I've encountered this kind of accent and dialect problem.

Especially in such a long-span dream......

I suddenly remembered that cornucopia.

I had heard an ancient dialect that I didn't understand when I was destroying the cornucopia, but after a while of the dream, I was able to understand the meaning.

I tried to calm down and feel it, but I didn't feel anything.

It made me try to crane my neck to look at the porcelain dolls in that room.

It's because the object of the dream possession this time is this kind of thing, so it's ...... However, the cornucopia was originally a broken bowl.

Do I have to wait for it to be colored before it is complete before I can understand it?

I waited patiently for a while, and was disappointed to find that the group of people came and went, trampling me back and forth, and I couldn't understand their language.

After dark, candles were lit in the room.

The craftsmen were still working hard until the porcelain dolls were all colored and taken out to dry.

I was dragged out and lay outside the airy cabin where the porcelain dolls were dried.

The moon and stars are scarce in the sky, and the sky is a beautiful blue. This is something that is not seen in modern society.

I didn't appreciate it for long, and then I became distressed.

My dreams didn't fast forward.

This time, not a minute or a second fell, and I lay outside the cabin for three days.

For three days, the only thing I did was roll a few laps and make way for people coming in and out of the hut not to step on me.

I'd like to go a little longer and see what is going on around me like this. It's just that I knew before and knew how long that porcelain doll I possessed would be in the cabin. It's going to be taken away, I'm far away, and I'm probably going to miss a lot of things when I get dragged through.

I stiffened up for three days, and after three days, the little man who was carrying the porcelain doll in and out of the wooden house finally took out the porcelain doll I possessed.

He had a box in his hand.

I tried to peek yesterday to make sure he sent the porcelain doll in to dry, using wooden planks, and moving the porcelain doll out, using this kind of box.

I adjusted my body and was dragged along the way.

As I expected, these porcelain dolls are now going to be sold in stores.

This man did not ride in a chariot, or drive a donkey cart, or push a wheelbarrow, but walked with a cart in his arms. I was relieved.

And the shop he's going to is next door, very close.

However, due to the distance, my body stopped in the small room at the back of the storefront, and I couldn't enter the front storefront.

The small door leading to the front façade of this small room was really small, a circle smaller than a modern interior door, and I couldn't have rolled in.

I faintly heard voices outside, but it was still something I didn't understand.

This is definitely just the beginning of the dream, and maybe it is also the beginning of Wu Ling's life, I can only wait patiently.

The time jump in the dream that I complained about is now nostalgic for me.

Three more days passed, and I was still lying in that little room, and because of the size of the small room and the furniture in the room, I didn't even have a place to hide, and I had to be trampled on a few times every once in a while.

By the fourth day, I felt the pull that I hadn't felt for a long time.

I was dragged through the wall, and then I felt an acceleration and rushed straight out diagonally.

I only had time to glance at the storefront before I went through a few walls, glanced at the store next door, and landed on the road.

Speaking of the road, something is inappropriate.

This is a stone road.

I could hear the sound of horses' hooves and wheels rolling ahead.

After a while, the force stopped.

I tried to turn around, trying to see what was ahead.

There was indeed a carriage parked in front of it, and after a while, two jogging girls came out of the shop next to it. There is a clear difference in the way the two girls dress. The one dressed modestly, holding a box in his hand.

After the two of them got into the carriage, I was dragged as soon as the carriage moved.

The next process is another torment.

Although I didn't feel any pain, I was dragged all the way by the stop-and-go carriage until I entered a house, and I was temporarily relieved.

It was the girl who bought the porcelain doll. She put the porcelain doll in her boudoir, and I was left in the yard to keep a certain range.

Probably cleared my mind, I rolled around the yard a few times to determine the situation in the yard.

As far as I have one of the few experiences of watching costume films, this girl should have a very wealthy family.

After a few days of observation, I still couldn't understand what they said, but I could feel that the girl was a gentle and quiet girl. Kindness or not can't be seen for the time being, at least, she is very educated.

Wu Ling should be safe now.

I couldn't help but think of Lu Qiaolan.

Could it be that Wu Ling was born because of this girl?

Or is it that Wu Ling is this girl, but something happened to make this girl's body die and her soul live in the body of the porcelain doll?

I was thinking wildly, and when I saw someone coming in, I wanted to roll closer to the house and listen to the foot of the wall.

During the rolling, I suddenly felt relaxed and subconsciously stopped.

I moved my hands, and my body stiffened a little, but the rope on my body was indeed gone.

I jumped up from the ground and shook my hands and feet.

Ha! It's really free!

I don't know what's going on, but that way, I'm able to move freely!

As soon as this thought came to me, I felt that the scene around me had changed.

I stood indoors, on the bed across from me, and the girl was dying.

On the small cabinet next to the girl's bed, the porcelain doll, which seemed very rough to my eyes, looked evil, and the paint on its face formed a malicious smile.

Addendum 24.

Good night everyone~

(End of chapter)