When the wolf flute woke up again, it was still on the same bed that had been converted into an operating table.

He didn't feel his body, as if he was floating in the air, and an inexplicable sense of well-being lingered in his brain. Although there is no pain, the feeling of bliss of nothingness is extremely confusing and unpleasant.

"Mandalas?"

The wolf flute whispered, "Priest, are you injecting me a bit much?"

"At least you're still sane and can still speak. In the candlelight, the priest who was chanting looked back at him, "When you were brought back, you were not as complete as you are now, and I used up all the mandalas in stock to prevent you from dying of pain." ”

"It's hard work, but is this level of surgery really something that an ordinary priest should be able to do? And there shouldn't be surgical instruments and so many medicines in ordinary churches......

The priest ignored him.

The wolf flute raised his head with difficulty, saw the dense surgical sutures on his chest, and sighed softly: "Since I am still alive, it means that Bu Yushi is dead?"

"Isn't he right next to you?"

The priest's words stunned the wolf flute, turned his head to the other side, couldn't help but scream, and almost rolled out of bed.

Right next to his pillow was a large glassware.

In the pungent embalming liquid, a shriveled, deformed corpse was soaked.

It was as if all the water had been drained, and the mutilated corpse was hunched over like a large baby. But no baby is as scary as this.

"You don't have to take revenge on me, do you? ”

Wolf Flute had a bitter face: "Are you a headhunter, how did you turn him into this?"

"That's what he became when he died. The priest reached out and took the bottle away, threatening to throw it away: "It seems that I am self-inflicted, and if you don't need it, I can throw it away." ”

"I was wrong! Raise your hand, this thing is ugly, but it can still be exchanged for a lot of money from the Musicians' Guild. ”

The wolf flute crooked his mouth and begged for mercy, saliva running down the corners of his mouth, looking at the idiot: "Otherwise, my instrument can't be repaired, and the group of dead goblins in Cavendish's lab won't even let me in if they can't see the money." ”

The priest looked down at the wreckage in the bottle and suddenly asked, "You promised that the child's sponsorship is also in it, right?"

“......”

Wolf Flute was stunned for a moment: "You know everything?"

"I was listening outside last night when you spoke. ”

“...... Since when?"

"From the very beginning, until you say, 'In order to compensate for the danger he encounters as bait, I am willing to sponsor him to study as a musician.'" ”

"You don't even wonder if he agreed?"

The priest looked at him again, like an idiot, and said nothing.

"Well, he agreed. ”

Wolf Flute was helpless: "If it weren't for him this time, maybe I would really die." ”

The priest shook his head, "With that wolf king who can control the ether, you won't necessarily lose." ”

"Thanks to what the teacher gave me, and thanks to his foresight, I was able to bluff the rain master. But I didn't expect the result to be costly. ”

"It's better to be alive than anything else, you can rest first. ”

Father Bane got up, as if to leave, and after a moment of silence he whispered, "A carriage will take you away the day after tomorrow." I'll take you to pick it up tomorrow.

It...... It's well preserved, and I hope you can use it properly. ”

He took one last look at the wolf flute, left the room, and closed the door.

In the silence, there is only the silent wolf flute.

After a long time, he scratched his head and sighed softly:

"As long as that thing is used, it can't say the word 'proper', right?"

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Ye Qingxuan had another dream, he dreamed of the distant past, but it was not similar to what he remembered.

It's like a fantasy from someone, and with the sound of rain, I came to my own dream.

Once again, he was back on the streets of Avalon, bustling with traffic.

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The familiar sound of the piano came from nowhere, the one that had echoed in my ears for as long as I could remember. They were like the palms of his hands, leading him deeper into his dreams.

In the midst of the surging crowd, he saw the man with the piano case on his back, he still looked very young, so it must have been many years ago.

His robes fluttered in the wind and flew like a crane.

The long silver-white hair is not tied into a hairpin like most Orientals, but is simply tied up with a headband, which looks weird and simple.

“...... That's why those old men in the Holy City called me 'Moon Yin', probably because they thought I was an expert in dealing with cultists. But no matter how you look at it, my son is a little more genius than me, right?"

The man looked down at his son, who was just gazing curiously at the surrounding landscape, looking around. That child's face was so familiar, so familiar that it gave Ye Qingxuan a headache, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Ye Qingxuan stood in the crowd in a daze, staring at it, dazed and confused.

"Daddy, I want that ......"

The child reaches out and points to the balloon in the passerby's hand.

"Okay, okay, Dad bought it for you quietly, don't tell Mom, okay?"

The man with the piano case on his back teased his child and passed by Ye Qingxuan in a daze.

He looked back and saw the carefree look in the man's arms.

In the surging crowd, the child looked back at him, and for a moment his gaze made contact, as if he had opened something. That kind of look made Ye Qingxuan staggered back and fell to the ground, as if the whole person had been hollowed out.

The child looked like he used to be.

But how could he ever be so happy?

He wanted to laugh a little.

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The ubiquitous sound of the piano came again, and the crowd of people in the streets froze, and the wind lifted from the end of the dream, poured down from the sky, and swept the city away.

Ye Qingxuan struggled in the wind in pain, swaying.

At his fingertips, the string ring reverted to shiny strings, pulling him deeper into the wind tunnel.

He floated in the wind.

"Yezi, have you ever dreamed?"

The man with the piano case on his back whispered in his ear, Ye Qingxuan looked around blankly, and heard a childish voice answering in his place: "Are those things that will appear after falling asleep?"

"Perhaps, but when I'm awake, I have dreams. ”

The man carrying the case laughed under his breath, his voice soft and deep, like a clear echo of jade colliding:

"A dream that is asleep can be forgotten as long as you wake up, but when the awake person is asleep, it will continue to continue in your dreams...... The whole world is like a dream, isn't it?"

Ye Qingxuan stiffened, turned around, and saw the man with the piano case on his back, and the pain that came from nowhere made him bend down. He held his head and felt a pang of pain.

"This world is a nightmare, father!"

He roared hoarsely, "That's why you've become like this...... Can you still take it as a dream? Mom, he's dead...... Because of you, my mother died!"

The oriental man was stunned, as if he had finally remembered, and stared at him with vague eyes, complicated and sad.

The sound of the piano, which continued like silk, was interrupted for a moment, as if a sharp blade had cut and cut the silk, and it was all over the place.

The wind stopped, the sand and dust were gone, the sun was extinguished, the earth shattered, and everything collapsed.

Darkness enveloped everything, and he fell into the abyss.

But the sound of the broken piano was like a hand, and it held him tightly.

Dreams change dramatically, sometimes like a flooded city, sometimes a collapsing castle, sometimes into a raging sea, dense jungles growing on the sea, neon flashing at the end of the sky.

In the next moment, they changed again, and dimmed.

An endless fog rises and drowns everything.

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The sound of the piano sounded again.

Like the moon and the clouds.

Ye Qingxuan walked in the fog, blankly looking for the direction where the sound of the piano came. The rugged mountain road beneath his feet gradually climbed higher, and became narrower and more difficult to walk.

The fog of disturbance enveloped him, as if countless eyes were watching silently, making him feel that he was not alone in walking such a path alone.

He walked on the mountain road, forward, forward, forward...... Until there is no way out.

The next step is the abyss.

The sound of the piano came from the end of the sky, broken and determined, as if calling for him. Ye Qingxuan quietly stared at the misty stretch out and took a step forward.

The abyss did not swallow him, for an invisible sound held him up, and he stepped in the wind, moving forward, faster and faster.

Sometimes he looked around and stared at the dancing clouds. In the mist and sea of clouds, only the broken light of the stars swirled, like fish in the mist. The light passed by him and vanished.

Then his mind was settled, and he was no longer afraid.

So, the sea of clouds parted from his face. Layers of mist and thick clouds retreated to both sides, revealing a canopy full of night, above which the stars shimmered.

In front of the road of the sea of clouds, a bright moon rose silently, shining in the direction of the end.

In the quiet sound of the piano, countless rays of light jumped from the sea of stars, fell, and rose to the sky. The ethereal melody lingers in the sea of clouds between heaven and earth, turning into a little bit of brilliant light.

In the light of the moon, he saw the man who was quietly waiting.

That person stood in an untouchable distance, and Ye Qingxuan couldn't catch up with him. In the silent gaze, when he saw Ye Qingxuan's shadow, he laughed and waved his hand gently.

But when he waved his hand, his body was turbulent and blurry, as if it was about to dissipate.

"How's it going?" he looked at the boy, "It's a good dream, isn't it?"

"Is this your trick too? ”

Ye Qingxuan stared at him: "But I don't think it's beautiful, I'm afraid of it." ”

"Yezi, this is your past dream, you just remember it again. ”

"I've forgotten. ”

Ye Qingxuan didn't look over his head and didn't want to look at it again.

"What you have forgotten will not be here. ”

The man in the moonlight whispered, "What you can't forget is painful, but this is your dream, how can you forget?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, he looked around at this dream, looking at the sea of clouds and moonlight, but he suddenly felt dazed and sad.

"Then I...... What do you have to do?"

In the silence, the man smiled, like moonlight.

"Aren't you on your way?"

He said: "As it is now, it is not arrogantly floating towards the sky, nor is it falling down because of pain. It is forward, straight forward. Nothing in this world can stop you from moving forward.

Whether it leads to heaven or hell, until the end of the dream......"

The young man looked at the pair of black eyes that were the same as his own, and there seemed to be a thousand words in those eyes, but he couldn't say it clearly.

"So, don't forget, leaf. ”

In the moonlight, he stared at the boy, sighing as if sad and complicated, and gradually, he dissolved into the moonlight, only the sound of the wind brought the last whisper:

"I'll be waiting for you there. ”