The skeleton still struggled weakly, but his wrists, ankles, throat, and waist were tied to the post with leather ropes.

"Who's going to go with the knife? If you don't go under the knife, you'll lose! The three of them laughed and joked.

"This guy is angry enough, and at this time, he still hasn't breathed." Someone laughed.

A few vulture chirps were heard in mid-air, and one of the largest eagles descended and swept past the top of the iron pillar.

Someone muttered, "Hurry up, the eagle is waiting for meat!" Don't use the knife anymore, just cut the intestines! ”

One of them gently touched the skeleton's abdomen with the tip of his knife, and the slightly wriggling viscera painedly retracted inward, causing the three of them to laugh again.

Bao Ling shuddered, and she realized that the white bones were someone she knew.

She thought bitterly: "Even if you kill these executioners and get that person out, you will definitely die."

She walked forward and encouraged herself desperately: "It's just a dream, others won't find out, even if you do, you'll be fine when you wake up from the dream."

Because it was a dream, she could see others, but others couldn't see her.

She walked five steps in front of the skeleton and looked at the bone-white face with wide eyes.

The skele's gums moved slightly, and its tongue still squirmed slightly when looking through the cracks in the bones.

"Who are you?" Baoling sobbed, "Why suffer this bad luck? Do I know you? Do I really know you?"

She could smell the smell of blood in the air, and the frequent popping of vultures flapping its wings in mid-air seemed to swoop down and snatch the skeleton's head. She had never seen such a terrifying and eerie scene, not even in the most disgusting horror movie.

The skeleton's eyes moved, and its skull stretched forward slightly, struggling to turn to the right. As his neck bones moved, blood seeped from between the bones and slid down his chest.

Bao Ling understood, and looked at the skeleton's right hand.

The only joints left were moved, five fingers together, and then bent a little. In a certain aspect of a science fiction movie, complex computer animation was used to simulate the movements of high-density manipulators, but no matter how accurate the virtual image is, it is not as shocking as the "hand" in front of him that peels off the skin and flesh.

Her nerves were numb and she just subconsciously looked at the hand.

The flesh and skin on the fingers were peeled off, and when the five fingers were brought together, the bones touched the bones, and the horrible scene made all the roots of Baoling's hair stand on end.

The hand bent, stretched, bent and stretched out again, and repeated twice.

Baoling suddenly understood that he was indeed a person he knew, and he was the person he loved infatuatedly. That is what he used every morning to wake her up. The same hand once touched her hair, and once held her hand to watch the rising sun and the setting sun, the clouds in the sky, the falling flowers in front of the window and the light rain outside the corridor.

"Ahh Each time, she would run into the bathroom to vomit desperately, and then stare in the mirror and stare at her face for a long time.

The dream was cut off suddenly, and when she found out that the skeleton was her lover, her liver and intestines were broken, and even her thoughts were torn apart by that sharp pain, and she couldn't even continue the dream.

"Before, I told you about a dream related to war, and that dream is connected to this dream, and the skeleton is ...... It was the prince on a white horse beside me, and we went to Tibet together to obtain the Buddha's sutras. But for some reason, he became like this......" Bao Ling said with a palpitation.

"Do you know those three executioners? Do you know where the nightmare happened?" Guan Wen asked.

Bao Ling groaned: "I don't know those people, but ...... But I seem to have some impression of that place. Over the years, I have been in Tibet many times just to find that place. Because I think that the place is located at a very high place on the cliff, and the goshawks are gathered in the air, which must be related to the Tibetan custom of celestial burial. ”

Guan Wen's mind turned, and he immediately picked it up: "You found the same place in Rikgaze, didn't you?"

Baoling sighed: "Even if it is."

"Where?" Guan Wen asked.

"Right in a secluded valley on the back side of Mount Niseri, about five kilometers from Tashilhunpo Monastery. That place is an ancient cliff that has long been abandoned and abandoned, and now only the bare cliff remains, not to mention the common people, even the eagles, snakes and rats are rarely visited, just a lifeless bare rock. Bao Ling sighed three times in a row, full of complicated and fearful meanings.

Over the centuries, xizàng has changed dramatically, and although it has not been a great success, many populated villages have merged and migrated, and the original settlements have become barren and abandoned, turning from smoky homes to ruined wastelands. Therefore, even if Baoling finds the place in the dream, it is meaningless.

"yes, it's been so long. I don't know how long ago that happened! Guan Wen said.

"That's right, I don't know when my dream happened in what world and when, time and space are intertwined, I don't know how many tragic things happened in the same place, I found the right space, but missed the time, how can I go back to that time? This is an equation that will never be solved, and maybe I will be trapped in nightmares for the rest of my life, and I will not be able to sleep at night. Can you imagine how painful it is?" Baoling didn't cry, but her voice was choked, which was more uncomfortable than crying.

"Cry if you want to." Guan Wen said.

"Hehe-" Bao Ling laughed miserably, "I cried so much that there were no more tears—besides, as I said, even in my dreams I knew very well that the skeleton could not be saved." It's useless to cry, it's useless to see him again, everything has already happened, and there is nothing to do except remember. ”

Guan Wen pondered the environment of Tashilhunpo Monastery and Niseri Mountain, and probably knew what the ancient Guillotine Cliff was referring to by Baoling, and he himself had visited there in search of inspiration for painting.

"Do you want me to accompany you to see it again-"

Before Guan Wen finished his words, there was a bang, the door was kicked open, and the firelight outside poured into the door together, and a flashlight shot directly on Guan Wen's face.

At the same time, someone rushed in angrily and punched Guan Wen in the lower abdomen.

Guan Wen stumbled and fell, and fell at Baoling's feet.

"What are you doing? What are you doing here?" Gao Xiang's angry cry came from outside the door.

It was the old knife who knocked down Guan Wen, and an arrow stepped up, stepping on Guan Wen's chest with his right foot.

"Let him go!" Bao Ling screamed.

"The woman who dares to touch my brother will kill you!" The old knife screamed viciously.

"Let go of him, Gao Xiang, let go of him!" Baoling rushed out the door.

"Hey, old knife, don't make trouble, let him go." Gao Xiang shouted pretended and lazily shouted.

The tip of the old knife's toes rubbed vigorously on Guan Wen's chest a few times before he retreated, and spit on the ground angrily: "I'll spare you this time, next time-hum!"

Guan Wen endured a sharp pain in his chest and rolled over and got up.

As soon as the light from outside the door came in, it disturbed Baoling's dream. However, Bao Ling's dream is not finished, and he hopes to listen to it again, connect all the episodes, and then use his imagination to fill in the rest of the story, so that he can draw her nightmare in its entirety.

Things in the world are often so strange, obviously he has already been a mountain and nine thousands, but he has fallen short, so that the floating image in his mind is instantly disturbed, and it becomes a pot of boiling porridge, and he can't tell the difference between the order and the left.

"Gao Xiang, Mr. Guan is about to draw my dream, don't make trouble, okay?" Baoling shouted angrily.

Gao Xiang sneered: "We are too lazy to make trouble, it was Master Tianhu who called us to invite the painter Guan and said that there is something important to discuss." Baoling, listen to my persuasion, this kid is an emotional liar, who uses painting to seduce girls all day long, with ill intentions and bad intentions. He tricked you into this raging house, I don't know what kind of heart you have, okay, we are guests from afar, guests don't deceive the master, watch slowly, don't get involved in other people's affairs. ”

His arms were long, and with a slight touch, he pulled the bell behind him.

"Mr. Gao, I'm really going to draw Baoling's dream, give us a little more time, an hour or two, and I can do it. Trust me, I'll do it. If you're good for Baoling, let her go and give her to me! Guan Wen was in a hurry.

"Over to you?" Gao Xiang stepped in.

The light diffused from behind him, and his body turned into a tall and wide shadow, completely enveloping Guan Wen, like a vulture standing proudly on a precipice.

"Over to you? How dare you say that?" Gao Xiang sneered, raised his arms, and pressed Guan Wen's shoulders, "Remember, she is my friend, and we have a deep relationship between us, don't play any ghost ideas on her." Otherwise, my brothers will be able to tear you to pieces in a matter of minutes and throw you into the wasteland to feed the wolves. ”

Guan Wen struggled to straighten his waist, bearing the weight on his shoulders, and staring into Gao Xiang's indifferent eyes.

"Remember? off the painter. Gao Xiang laughed, but it was for Baoling to see.

"Anyway, I've seen Baoling's dreams - give me a little more time and I'll be able to help her draw the things that make her miserable. Mr. Gao, I will never lie to you, since she is your friend, then help her, listen to her, let me help her once......" Guan Wen could only speak softly, and under the roof of people, he had to bow his head.

Gao Xiang shook his wrists, pushed Guan Wen out two steps, shook his shoulders, and looked helpless: "Of course I am willing to help Baoling, but now that she mistakenly believes in a charlatan like you, I have to stop it." I said, don't beat her up, there are so many pilgrims and tourists outside, you can fool anyone you like, just don't touch the treasure bell. Otherwise, you're in big trouble—"

The old knife interjected: "What nonsense are you talking to him?" This kid is a thief, and it is not a thing at first glance. If Miss Baoling hadn't stopped me, I would have beaten him up earlier! ”

Gao Xiang stepped back and shook his chin.

The old knife understood, stepped over, grabbed Guan Wen's wrist, dragged him up and walked outside: "Master Vulture is invited, hurry up kid."

Guan Wenshen walked out involuntarily, and when he passed by Baoling, he shouted: "Don't be in a hurry, keep your attention, and find the logical relationship hidden behind the image——"

Indeed, it is meaningless to just see Baoling's dreams, no matter how weird, bizarre, bloody, and terrifying those dreams are, if she can't find the connection between dreams, explore the depths of Baoling's subconscious, and find the source of those dreams - then, even if she draws nightmares, she can still recreate another layer of nightmares, and she can't be truly liberated.

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