"I haven't slept for seven days. As soon as I close my eyes, I see the same dream. I watched these over and over again, as if I had entered a cycle from which I could not escape.

I saw the city, a black and white city, every wall, street, pedestrian, as if painted on paper, black and white, yet lifelike.

I saw a passage in front of me, a path made of white bricks, and as I walked up the stairs, I soon came to a wide theater center, with a dome comparable to the Queensisland Palace Theatre in Stockholm, and even though I saw it in black and white, I could not hide the luxury.

Then, a pair of miserable white arms appeared in front of me, a frightened face flashed, and I heard screams in this silent world. A few seconds later, I abruptly returned to the street,

Two men came running briskly and passed me, one of them an old woman in a turban, and the other a man in a black cloak. The woman's face was covered, wrapped in a black sè yīn shadow, and the man had only a skull, a miserable white skeleton.

I don't know who they are, I don't know where they are, is the man trying to save her, or is he trying to catch her running away? I don't understand all of this, all I can think is, why am I here? Why me?

Who can I tell these things? No one can be trusted, no one is trustworthy, not even the daughter with whom I am related. Those whispers in the dark, crazy silhouettes...... Incompetent subordinates, incompetent mortals...... Who can share my worries? I can only wake up from a nightmare on my own. At that time, I will ascend to the throne and look down on all beings. ”

Cesare Bamond put down his quill and threw the parchment full of words into a brazier. He glanced at the Sky Codex on his desk and finally made up his mind.

............

January 6, 2102, seventy hours before the blood lord woke up.

"Finally, I'm here. The blood owl opened his eyes and saw a black and white world all around him, and the feeling below him was soft grass, and not far in front of him, there was a winding river.

"Is this hell?" the Bloodlord muttered to himself. He used this to remind himself that he was still conscious, and he walked forward to the river: "And this is the River Styx?"

"It's certainly not hell here. The same voice as the blood owl sounded.

For a moment, the blood lord suspected that this was the voice in his head. Or maybe he said something and didn't realize it.

"It's just an atheist's imagination of what to do after death. The man came out of the shadow of the tree behind the blood owl, and sure enough, he looked exactly like the blood owl.

The Blood Owl said, "Is it Dark Water, or is it someone else?" It's a certain space created by Tianyi, right? What kind of trick are you going to play?"

"Because I don't feel sin in me, I made this judgment. Another blood lord said: "But Ling's inference is wrong, I am just Ling's imagination, I am a part of Ling." I showed up to help you escape from this place. ”

"Huh...... Forgive me for not seeing where the door is. Or is it ...... Will there be a boat or something to pick me up?" said the blood owl casually.

Unexpectedly. At this moment, a white door appeared beside him for no apparent reason. And from that river, a small boat also floated.

"I am Ling's deep consciousness, and what I know, you should know. Another blood lord said at this time: "Since you subconsciously said these two things, then you have the right to choose." He paused, "Do you remember? We were killed, killed by the lords." It was only at the last moment that some of our vital organs were protected and hidden in a space that the lords could not discover.

Now, we have been granted the blood of evil spirits, the skin of the devil's bones, so the question is, how do you want to wake up?"

"I don't understand a word of nonsense. The blood owl said, his hand reaching for the doorknob next to him.

"That was really easy. The other blood lord immediately said: "But the one who wakes up may be a blood lord who can never find the person xìng." ”

"You know a lot. The blood owl's hand was on the doorknob, but it didn't turn.

"I know very well that there is another path, a road that is not so simple and direct, it may be very tortuous and painful, but that is the meaning of my life as a human being. On that road, maybe we can find our people. The tone of the other blood lord was very firm: "What is worthless to many people, but to me is a priceless treasure that I can't get, it's ironic, isn't it?"

The blood owl let go of his hand, and the door beside him disappeared, "Where the hell is this?"

The person who looked exactly like him disappeared, as if he had never appeared, and the answer, naturally, disappeared with him.

"Cut...... If this is part of hell, the designer here is a drunkard or a home. The blood lord shook his head, looked impatient, and walked to the river.

The wooden boat was very familiar, as if it had been seen somewhere, and it didn't take long for the blood lord to remember, that he had ridden in this kind of boat when he was in Venice, and that it was this kind of boat that the boatman had been holding if he had deliberately dragged on time...... No, it's the same ship! The carved patterns next to it are all the same.

At the moment of sight, a sense of déjà vu emerges, and memories of the past are awakened. The Blood Owl was sure that the ship was the same as he remembered.

"Could it be that everything that makes up this world is a fragment of memory in my mind?" The blood lord picked up the long pole of the boat, and it reached the bottom of the river with one pole, it seems that the river is not as deep as it seems, he rowed the boat, and went down the river, the scenery on both sides of the river was originally a black and white forest, but not long after, at a very abrupt dividing point, the river in front of him changed from black sè to white sè, and the tone of the whole world was also changed, and there was a highway around it.

Looking back, more than ten meters away, you can still see the forest, but on this side, it is already an arid desert landform, not far from the right bank, you can see the existence of roads and telephone poles, and the river in front of you is getting narrower and narrower.

The current slowed down until there was no longer a noticeable push, and the river became a stream, and the blood owl easily jumped to the shore next to it.

He felt inexplicably upset and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but when he touched his pocket, there was actually a cigar in it. Picking up his cigar, he tried to find the fire again, and from the pocket behind his trousers, he found the lighter again.

"Is this a dream?" the blood owl snorted coldly, raised his head and walked onto the road, then looking back, there was no river or forest in sight, there was a desert all around, and the only thing that could guide him as a landmark was the road under his feet, and the telephone poles that stretched forward to the horizon, "It seems to be a long dream......" took a sharp puff of his cigar, he picked a random direction and walked forward. (To be continued.) )