Linghua had a nightmare, she dreamed that she and Henggu would stay in the Void Realm forever, and both of them would become a mural like a drunk, and they would not be able to escape from the wall for the rest of their lives.

The fear that came from the bottom of her heart woke her up, and she woke up gasping for air.

Heng Gu was quietly watching the movement of Chun Nuan Pavilion in front of the window, and when he heard Linghua wake up, he leaned over and touched her forehead: "Why are you sweating so much?" Got a nightmare? ”

Linghua nodded with palpitations, and after a pause, he realized that it was actually dark. There is no day or night in the Void Realm, and the day and night of the first two days are also speculated by virtue of the perception of time and the opening of the Spring Warm Pavilion.

And now, the night is in front of us.

Linghua sensed that something was wrong, and stood up side by side with Heng Gu: "Is there anything suspicious about the right talent?" ”

Heng Gu rubbed his eyes: "The sky darkens quickly, and it will be dark in less than an hour." Chun Nuan Pavilion has been open, and the people inside have left with their burdens. But...... One of these prostitutes looked very much like the woman who accused Zhang Kaiyuan that day. ”

Linghua's eyes widened slightly: "Can you see clearly?" ”

Heng Gu pointed to his eyes: "If I want, how can I not see people's faces clearly?" It's just that I'm really unfamiliar with the woman, and I can't remember her face clearly. ”

Linghua was just about to continue asking when he heard a burst of cheers on the street. As far as the eye can see, the streets are lit up with lights, and it is sure that the fireworks festival is about to begin.

"Has Zhang Fu been here?" Linghua asked Henggu.

The warm yellow candlelight flickered on his face, and he slowly shook his head: "No." ”

"Then we'll go to him, let's go."

Pushing the door down the street, a mist gathered and opened, and the outside world seemed to come alive again.

The street is very lively, and people are bustling together, and the grand scene of the fireworks festival of the Yunzhong Chamber of Commerce is set together. The vendors were shouting vigorously, and many young masters and young ladies bought piles of things with their families, and everyone had a full hand.

Linghua and Henggu walked towards the lonely place with the crowd on the side, and there should have been fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, but the more they walked towards Zhang Fu's house, the more people gathered around his house.

They were all dressed plainly, coarse linen, and some of them had big holes in their shoes. Three or five people held rolling pins, brooms, and wooden sticks in their hands, and scolded and said to the ground.

"You said that you found a way to make money in Cloud City, took fifty taels away, and got back five hundred taels, what about the money? Now bring it out to me? Where's my money?! ”

The wooden stick was pushed on Zhang Fu's stomach, he squatted unsteadily and shook it, and hurriedly used his hands to support the ground to stabilize his balance, and then continued to squat with his head in his hands.

"And mine! I gave you all my wife, and you actually lost it all! What do I live with? You pay back! He spoke passionately, and the villagers around him were also infected by his emotions, and they all stepped forward to ask Zhang Fu for an explanation.

The thin Zhang Fu was forced to the ground by several villagers, and kept begging for mercy: "Don't beat me, I will return the money to you!" Within three years, no, within a year! It's back in a year! ”

"Less farting you! At that time, when you fooled us into paying money, you also said that you could make us rich in three years, but it was because you mistakenly believed that the big guys were bankrupt! You are a wild seed without a father, so you shouldn't have sympathized with you at that time. Brothers, call me! ”

was surrounded by people who owed money, some guys picked up guys, and those who didn't punched and kicked, Zhang Fu wailed.

An old man with an oar in his hand beside Linghua sighed, and his voice was mixed with Zhang Fu's begging for mercy: "It's a pity, a good child has been begging every day since he was a child, and when he grows up, he knows that he cheats money, and no one helps or cares, and it is pitiful and hateful." ”

With a "bang", gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the dense fog in the distance, emitting a strange and hazy light. Zhang Fu's screams were mixed with the sound of the explosion, and he couldn't hear them for a while.

Only the old man's whisper sounded clearly in his ears: "It's not a good thing to be an adult, I made a little money by catching up with the rise in rice prices, and I sold fakes to make myself yellow." Opportunistic all day long, pit money from others, and sooner or later retribution will be paid to yourself. ”

After a while, the fireworks started again, and in the blink of an eye, the villagers who had beaten Zhang Fu disappeared, and Linghua and Henggu returned to the streets of Cloud City.

A pot-bellied man replaced the submissive Zhang Fu, he beckoned, and several young women leaned weakly and bonelessly in his arms: "Zhang Yuanwai, Master Li sent us to you, you have to take care of your sisters." ”

Zhang Kaiyuan took a slap on the woman: "Zhang, I don't know anything, I will hurt you little girls like flowers." ”

The woman smiled coquettishly and followed him all the way to Canglan Pavilion.

The old man's voice still echoed in his ears, and he seemed to sigh and regret: "A little power indulges in lust all day long, how can people remain the same?" It's hard! Only those who have money know that money is omnipotent, and only those who have power know that power is monstrous. But with these two things, how can you keep your original self? It's hard, it's hard......"

At this time, the streets similar to Cloud City were full of people, and the old people and children all stood in place and looked at the beautiful brilliance, and let out a sound of admiration.

The fireworks ignite and disperse, fleeting in a moment, as if something is difficult to hold onto, unable to grasp, unable to stay, only after losing it can we recall the good past.

Linghua couldn't help but stop when she saw the fireworks, Henggu stood beside her, afraid of being swept away by the crowd to hold her hand, and her fingers just touched Linghua's fingertips and was pulled by a little boy on her sleeve.

"Brother, brother, okay, give me something to stutter."

Looking down, the boy was about six or seven years old, ragged, dirty, hungry like a little skinny monkey with only a pair of sparkling eyes.

Henggu felt that he was very familiar, and gave him a few copper plates to buy sugar gourds to eat. The boy happily took the copper plate, said "thank you, brother" many times, and jumped up to the vendor to buy two strings of sugar gourds.

The two watched in place, and in the blink of an eye, the little boy who bought the sugar gourd suddenly became a teenager, he was still thin, and his clothes were simple and poor.

He took a bite of the sugar gourd, stuffed all the unused copper plates into his hair, shook his head again, and walked forward with confidence after confirming that he could not fall off.

He hadn't gone far, but the boy turned around, the flesh on his face gradually drooped, his eyes turned yellow, a few bloody marks appeared on his cheeks, and there was no longer innocence between his eyebrows, and in its place was ruthlessness and the desire to be impregnated by the world.

He dropped the sugar gourd and trampled it to pieces with two or three feet. Fiercely walked towards Heng Gu and Linghua, and a remnant mirror appeared in his hand at some point.

The mirror grew larger and larger, swallowing them up like heaven and earth, and then the street fell silent and everything disappeared without a trace.

A biting cold wind blew, and Linghua shivered and woke up. She opened her eyes tiredly and looked around, a familiar dilapidated house, the murals on the walls watching her silently.

Turning to look for Henggu, she found that the hut was empty, and she was the only one. The dilapidated house was gloomy, and although there was no wind or rain, there was an unknown feeling of dampness and coldness around him. She shouted, "Henggu! ”

However, the only thing that responded to her was her reply.

There was a dead silence between heaven and earth, only her voice echoed in silence. She took out the remnant mirror, and injected a thin amount of spiritual power into her fingertips, but the turbid qi was still firmly gathered on the mirror, and she couldn't open the remnant mirror at all.

The black vortex on the mirror seemed to suck away Linghua's will, she was short of breath, and hurriedly got up to look for it elsewhere.

I pushed the door out, but walked into the same dilapidated house. Pushing the door again, it was the same wooden house, the same mural. The people in the painting seem to see Linghua's embarrassment, and actually laugh, the laughter of men and women, old people and children is mixed together, filling the quiet hut, harsh and eerie.

Is this the same game as in the Spring Warm Pavilion?

Linghua kept pushing open the door and walked into the same room, repeating the cycle, and after a moment she gave up. A strong sense of depression was crowded in her heart, and she stroked her chest and gasped, feeling a little helpless for a while.

She had lost Henggu.

Linghua had no bottom in his heart, and it was rare to have a collapsed look.

If she hadn't found Henggu, if she hadn't promised Henggu to take care of him, if he hadn't searched for the mirror with her, he wouldn't have ended up in the dangerous situation he is in now.

It was she who dragged Henggu down, and now, she can't even keep Henggu alive.

"Henggu! Where are you? ”

"Eternal !!"

"Stop arguing, stop arguing! Your father-in-law is on the wall like me! ”

Linghua turned around to look for the source of the sound, and sure enough, it was the drunk again. His face was flushed, and he looked like he had drunk a lot: "Don't make any noise, I have seen it, your little husband has gone to the wall to be a painting like me." ”

Linghua was shocked, and she hurriedly asked with her spiritual sense, "How is he the same as you?" ”

The drunk man rolled his eyes, his eyes wandering: "He...... It's just lying down and waking up. I, I still want to talk to him, who knows, he came to touch the wall, and he was sucked up all of a sudden, and he didn't say hello, really, really rude. ”

Linghua listened in a fog, only hated the drunk on the wall, and couldn't pull the collar to ask for an understanding. She disconnected her senses, touched her fingers against the wall, and saw the afterimage.

Henggu woke up alone in front of the mural, he got up and looked around, even patting the wall and shouting Linghua. When he realized that he was the only one here, he stared at the wall and stared at it intently.

"I'm sorry...... I didn't avenge you......" his voice trembled.

A translucent afterimage appeared on the wall, it was a gentle and kind woman, she looked to be in her thirties, her eyebrows were as gentle as water, and there was a semicircular red mark in the center of her eyebrows that was exactly the same as Henggu.

"Do you miss me?" A mist appeared in the woman's eyes.

Henggu looked at the woman, tears rolling in his eyes, he kept taking deep breaths, adjusted his voice and replied: "I miss you, I really miss you...... You are in my mind all the time, and I have not forgotten what happened in the slightest. ”

He clenched his hands and pinched himself fiercely: "I already feel very satisfied to be able to look at you again and talk to you." ”

The woman stretched out her hand and made an inviting gesture: "Henggu, come on, let's go back to the old days, that was your happiest time, wasn't it?" ”

Heng Gu's eyes flickered, he was tempted, but Linghua didn't know where he was, he hesitated and didn't squeak.

The woman's hand was still outstretched: "Good boy, if only you were still by my side." Won't I be around for a long time and won't even help me fulfill my last wish? ”

Henggu's tears finally flowed: "I do, but ......"

The rest of the words were hidden in the wall.

He was pulled into the wall by a burst of suction, and after touching the woman's hand, a dazzling white light flooded his vision, and then the woman and Henggu all disappeared into the broken house.

The afterimage subsided, Linghua lowered his fingers and leaned against the wall weakly: "How can this be ......?"

She stroked the strange portraits, and searched carefully one by one, everyone's face was so unfamiliar, she couldn't find Henggu.