Yuan Xi is now sitting in the middle of the empty auditorium of the school, holding the eternal night camera in her arms, now she is the only one left in this huge auditorium, she is sitting alone on the chair at the back of the auditorium, the circle of small plastic stools around her is empty, like rows of gray tombstones, and the cold light blue light of the chandelier above the dome falls to the ground, illuminating this auditorium that should be full of students, Yuan Xi looked up at the large wall clock at the back of the auditorium, the clock ticked and ticked, swaying up and down, Time was frozen at 4:48 and no longer moved.

It's 4:48 again, Yuan Xi still remembers that when she stayed in the Spirit Realm Hospital before, all the time was frozen at 4:48, and now in this auditorium, she saw 4:48 again, why is the time in the Spirit World 4:18? This is definitely not a coincidence.

Yuan Xi found that there was a small paper tape on her chest that seemed to identify her identity, and the paper tape was also tied with a small and delicate paper flower, and the paper tape was clearly printed in bold letters:

"The twelfth generation of the second daughter of the Yuan family, Yuan Xi"

As if she was attending someone's funeral, Yuan Xi even had the illusion that this empty auditorium should have been full of people dressed in black and white with sad faces, with paper ribbons and paper flowers hanging on their chests, walking among the rows of wreaths and eulogies, solemnly offering their sorrows and flowers to the deceased......

Yuan Xi walked alone in the empty auditorium, feeling that her brain was in chaos now, the spirit world was a world of convulsions, there was nothing wrong with it, this world was crazy and there was no reason at all, but now, the world was unfolding in front of Yuan Xi to the point where she couldn't grasp any clues.

At the beginning, Yuan Xi was just listening to a lecture by a past ex-girlfriend as a doctor studying abroad in this auditorium, at most it was just for her to reminisce about the past, but then, all kinds of incredible unfolding happened, the spiritual world appeared, and the auditorium instantly became a church that should have been destroyed, the past world reappeared in an instant, and then the reverse cross appeared, and then the sunset shadow appeared, escaped from death, and entered a secret passage that should not exist, followed by the bronze gate, the fox man, and the expedition team that was completely annihilated, Luo Ruyan, who suddenly became the Tomb Raider, and then there was a huge first-line heavenly canyon without the slightest common sense behind the secret passage, the Thousand-Handed Buddha Statue, she and Luo Ruyan fell into the night spring together, and then were rescued by the children of dusk who were chattering by the gods, and reunited with Ran Xiao, who should have been swallowed by the spirit world, and drifted on the night spring on the ship of the dead I don't know how long, and then fell into another abyss, under the night spring, there was actually a waterfall...... Then, Yuan Xi stood in this empty auditorium again.

After two falls in the spirit world, and finally standing back to square one, where is she now? Is what is in front of her illusory or real, has she fallen deeper, or has she escaped death?

The funeral she is attending now, whose funeral is it? Why does she feel like she's attending a funeral?

When Yuan Xi was thinking, she suddenly saw that on the podium where Luo Ruyan's speech should have stood in the auditorium not far away, dozens of candles were placed on the ground, and the wax oil dripped on the ground to fix these candles, and the flickering candles illuminated both sides of the podium. Originally, it was supposed to be a place where students held theatrical performances, and it was also the place where various awards for good students were handed out every year. Now, it has become a mourning hall.

This is indeed a mourning hall, the walls on both sides of the auditorium are hung with white cloths in mourning for someone, and the ceiling of the stage is also hung with white cloths to cover the scenes inside the stage, and wreaths are placed along the sides of the stage, and various eulogies are hung on the wreaths:

"The Remains Are Present"

"The sound is gone, but Deze still exists"

"Longshang still leaves traces, and the front of the hall looks up to the remains"

Yuan Xi walked to the stage step by step along the wreaths on both sides, looking at these couplets one by one, which should be seen at a normal funeral, but all the couplets were not signed, and I don't know when, all kinds of pieces of paper and paper money and even paper flowers were flying overhead, and they didn't know where they came from, all over the huge auditorium as if it was snowing, she pinched it in the air casually, and grabbed a paper flower, the paper flower was exquisitely made, as delicate and delicate as a real flower, It resembles the paper flower tied to her chest, but differs in details.

On Yuan Xi's chest is a mandala, and what is floating in the sky is roses, I don't know what kind of skilled craftsman made such a paper flower, it is so detailed that people can easily distinguish the type of flower that is also white with the naked eye.

This place really can't be a normal world, Yuan Xi let go of any luck in his heart, picked up the eternal night camera in his hand, and was ready to take pictures at any time.

She walked gently up the steps to the right side of the stage, as if she was afraid of waking something, and walked almost silently. She used her hands to peel off the white curtains that blocked her vision, and walked into the place surrounded by the curtains, as if she had walked into a world where only the pale was left, and she saw the middle of the pale and empty world. On the stage that was originally used for performances, now there is a crystal clear glass coffin lying quietly! The coffin was surrounded by a circle of dimly lit candles, adding a touch of sadness and silence.

And what she saw in the coffin made Yuan Xi touch her face in disbelief, it was still warm, it seemed that she was still alive, she was still breathing, she was so sure.

She's not dead yet.

But there was another her in that coffin! The girl's eyes were closed, her brows were slightly frowned, she could be picturesque everywhere, with a quiet smile on her mouth, but her face was pale, even her lips were dead and purple, she was wearing a long crimson dress, the long skirt was exquisite, the dense lace and lines added an unreal purity and fantasy to the girl, her face was pale and distressing in the candlelight, her hands folded on her chest, and she was holding a withered, dark black ......

Mandala flowers.

Of course Yuan Xi recognized this flower, when he racked his brains to think about how to confess to Luo Ruyan, he rummaged through the flowers one by one in the flower language, and saw this kind of flower, although it had nothing to do with the purpose of his confession, his eyes still stopped for a long time for this dark black flower that was so elegant and full of evil and despair, and he was particularly impressed. Because of the black mandala flower, her flower language is desperate love and inevitable death.

Compared with those short-term pleasures in the world, those gray despair, death, loneliness, and sadness will always leave a deeper mark in your heart, and the black mandala, as the ultimate embodiment of such negative emotions, will naturally leave an unforgettable impression on Yuan Xi.

But why, why is it here? Who is lying here? Why does she have a face that is exactly the same as herself?

Yuan Xi's chest is a white mandala paper flower, while the chest of the girl's corpse is a withered black mandala real flower, what does this mean?

Yuan Xi walked gently to the glass coffin, put her hand on the coffin in a trance, and looked at the pale face separated from her by a glass, the almost transparent fragile girl, the whole person seemed to be made of snow, Yuan Xi had looked at her new face in the mirror countless times, but this time it still gave her a very strange feeling, the person in front of her was not as simple as "me in the mirror", more precisely, it gave Yuan Xi the feeling of a certain "dead me" in the past, The dead me is no longer the one she is now, but between the two, there is still a fateful connection that cannot be separated and cannot be severed.

Yuan Xi herself couldn't tell how such a ridiculous idea came to her mind, but her impression was like this.

Yuan Xi looked at the girl for a long, long time with fascination, as if she wanted to read the ...... that belonged to her from her closed eyes and slightly pursed pale lips Dead past.

Finally, when the moment came, as if awakened by the anxious and puzzled gaze of the people around her, the girl in the coffin suddenly opened her eyes, and her eyes were as deep blue as the sky. Yuan Xi's shadow was reflected in the deep blue, she was expressionless, she looked at Yuan Xi so indifferently and calmly, Yuan Xi was startled, involuntarily took a few steps back, and looked at the coffin again, but found that the coffin was empty, just the slightly wrinkled white cloth pad inside the coffin, proving that someone had been lying here.

Dense cracks suddenly appeared on the glass coffin, and the next moment it was about to shatter into countless pieces.

A gust of wind blowing from nowhere shook the white curtain on the stage, and between the shadows, Yuan Xi felt a petite figure flashing past her, but she raised her hand but only caught a faint and almost almost no fragrant wind, and then turned her head along the figure, only to see a girl's figure standing silently between the fluttering strips of white cloth, the white cloth was blown by the wind, and only the back of the girl and Yuan Xi could be seen, and the long hair of her shawl was blown up by the wind, revealing her white neck under her long hair, The hem of the long dress also swayed in the wind, and the pure white calves were slender, and she stepped on the ground barefoot, motionless.

Then the white cloth hung down, and Yuan Xi ran over to push the curtain open, but did not find the girl.

"Who are you, what kind of god are you here, what the hell are you doing?" Yuan Xi asked with some annoyance, even the previous reverse cross, and even all the monsters in the spirit hospital did not give Yuan Xi such a feeling, Yuan Xi's heart was filled with inexplicable fear, if you really want to say who this girl's back image is, it can only be the female ghost of Xi Soul who chased and killed her at the beginning but disappeared inexplicably.

No one answered, Yuan Xi pushed away the fluttering curtain, ran out of the mourning hall where the coffin was displayed, stumbled and kicked a few candles, jumped off the stage, and looked for the girl's figure all over the auditorium, "she" was nearby, she knew......

"Yuan Xi." Yuan Xi heard someone calling her name softly, although the voice was as light as snow in the sky, but it could clearly float into Yuan Xi's ears, Yuan Xi followed the sound and found that the girl who looked exactly like her was standing quietly in front of the door at the exit of the auditorium, the door that should have been wrapped in the invisible **** in the spirit world was now half-hidden and opened, the girl's little hand was on the handle of the door, the girl turned her head to look at Yuan Xi, the fine hair on the side of her ear was blown by the breeze, rubbing her side face and dancing lightly, Her eyes were clear to the point of not being impurified, her expression was always as stiff and indifferent as a puppet, and her right hand held the black mandala.

Yuan Xi blinked again, and the door was already empty, and only the half-hidden door still proved that there was still a person standing here just now.

Where are you trying to lead me? Yuan Xi ran through the wreaths and couplets, through the rows of seats, her feet stepped on the light and shadow swaying in the candlelight, Yuan Xi ran to the half-open door, outside the door was a blurred darkness, as Yuan Xi just pushed open the half-hidden door, a cold wind came from outside the door to make her eyes squint, this cold wind was piercing and powerful, and in an instant all the candles on the mourning hall behind her were blown out......

PS: I'm happily eating manuscripts again today! (To be continued.) )