Forced To Survive - Chapter 97

The black tortoise shell cracked at the sound, and the cage of despair that buried countless people finally completely shattered.

The difference from the previous time is that this time there is not even a scum left, so there is no possibility of repairing it, and even the power of the enchantment that erases memories has collapsed to nothing.

The crowd cheered.

Yun Ranran stood in the crowd, dumbfounded.

Xiao Qi walked in front of her, stretched out his hand and patted her forehead, and smiled: “Is it serious?”

Yun Ranran said: “It’s amazing, it’s too strong.”

“But the tortoise’s armor is broken, and the people from Tianxiangzong will arrive soon, so we have to get out quickly.”

Xiao Qi said, “Then let’s go.”

Yun Ranran hesitated for a moment, and looked towards the center of the Exiled Lands. Because the barrier was broken and the flowers of weakness dissipated, a huge pit appeared there, or a well, and there was a whistling wind coming from inside.

A familiar breath came from it, it was Cang Jue’s soul.

Although the flowers of weakness on the whole island have dissipated, the pothole is the core, and there is still a strong accumulation of spiritual power. If you enter it rashly, you will still be pulled into a real nightmare.

At present, Qin Ziqi’s mental strength has not yet recovered, and she is the only one who is not affected by the real nightmare.

She pointed to the center and said to Xiao Qi: “Take everyone out first, I’ll go there and have a look.”

Xiao Qi glanced at the deep pit with serious eyes, and soon smiled again: “Okay, I’ll come back to you after I send them away.”

Yun Ranran nodded and turned to go to the deep pit.

Looking at her back, Xiao Qi was slightly lost in thought, and then looked at the crowd after a while, and said with a smile: “Everyone, come with me, and leave Tianxiang City first.”

He took the lead and everyone followed immediately.

Qin Ziqi followed him, his eyes swollen like peaches, and he asked as he walked, “You, do you recognize Yun Jian?”

Xiao Qi looked at him sideways, and the corner of her lips curled up: “Ah, I recognize it.”

Qin Ziqi burst into tears and asked, “Where did he go?”

Xiao Qi looked at him with a smile: “Don’t worry, live well.”

Qin Ziqi was a little happy, crying and laughing, he was next to Xiao Qi, looked at him seriously, and couldn’t help but said: “I can ask, what did you see in the real nightmare?”

Xiao Qi was startled.

What did you see in the real nightmare?

The clear and beautiful jet-black eyes were instantly clouded.

That was a nightmare for him.

He saw himself killing Ran Ran countless times.

When Qingxishan first met, he hated her nonsense, and when his consciousness returned to his body, he smashed her with purple thunder.

When Qingxi village met again, he broke free from the rope and pierced her internal organs with the spirit sword.

She strayed into Qinghe’s territory in Qingxi Mountain, and when he climbed down the mountain with his back on his back, he didn’t turn around to save her, but watched coldly as the huge slash cut her in two.

In the Changfu of Taihua City, when she rescued Ading, he left without mercy, and her head was crushed by the sword.

And countless times later, she was deceived by Haotian in Jingyun City. In order to prevent the mass killing formation from starting, she committed suicide in front of everyone. He stood aside indifferently, indifferent.

And his ending, without exception, became a killing sword that lost itself.

The details were so real that he couldn’t hold it at all. Fortunately, he woke up and found that everything was a dream.

Qin Ziqi was still looking at him eagerly.

He replied: “I dreamed that I killed my beloved little girl with my own hands, many times.”

Qin Ziqi looked sad.

Xiao Qi said with a smile: “So in the future, we should treat her even better.”

·

Yun Ranran walked to the deep pit, only to realize that he had misunderstood it. This was not a deep pit, but a huge black hole.

The Exiled Lands was an island, the bottom of which was suspended above the abyss. Now that the black tortoise shell was broken, the island became fragile, and the central area collapsed into a hollow.

Looking down, this black hole leads straight to the abyss, and the bottom is so dark that you can’t see anything clearly, only the humming of the wind keeps ringing.

There was a familiar smell coming from inside, and she could be sure that Cang Jue was right below.

The abyss is firmly sealed by a stronger spiritual power than elsewhere.

How would she get in, and how would she bring him out?

Moreover, she suddenly remembered something that made her heart shudder. Ten days in the exile, the outside world was only half a stick of incense. Yun Jian stayed in the exile for about three months, but Cang Jue was suppressed for more than ten years .

Ten years outside…

Is he still alive now?

·

【Exiled Lands Abyss】

Surrounded by the guards of the Zhao family who were chasing him, angry roars sounded behind him.

The girl was far away from him, her little face turned pale, and she rushed towards the crowd, grabbed his hand, pulled him and ran away.

He had just stabbed Zhao Yuanyi to death, his body was covered in blood, and he was still holding the knife in his hand. He was caught off guard by her and dragged him away. He was a little surprised for a moment.

what is she doing? Is it to protect him?

But how is it possible.

No one will protect him.

In the past ten years, he has trusted countless times… It’s all a scam…

No one would do this for him, she must have her purpose…

The girl dragged him away for a long time, and finally found time to turn around.

“Senior brother, the news must have reached the city lord right now. I’m afraid you won’t be able to get out of the city gate. You run to the southern suburbs and hide. I’ll pick up Xiaoqi, and I’ll come find you when I get it.”

What she said was indeed sincere, but how could he believe it?

Not before…

The girl said again: “Brother, don’t worry, I will protect you.”

Behind him were the guards of the Zhao family clamoring to catch up, and in front of him was the girl’s beating black hair.

His obscure eyes fell on the hands of the two of them, protecting…

He half closed his eyelashes, hiding the bottomless darkness in his eyes, pursed his thin lips lightly, and suddenly relaxed.

really…

impossible…

Originally running extremely fast, the rear suddenly withdrew, and the front naturally couldn’t hold it. When the girl realized it, they were already extremely far away.

He stood where he was, seeing her stunned look.

Will she come back to save him?

No one will come back to save him.

Behind him was a tide of guards chasing up with knives in hand.

He clearly knew that no one would come to rescue him, and he was so sure in his heart, but inexplicably, expectations arose again.

Like the decade that never blossomed.

At this moment, he saw the girl desperately separated from the crowd, rushed over desperately, stretched out her hand to him, and shouted: “Senior brother, grab me.”

The pursuers behind were already approaching, and the blade fell, but the girl didn’t turn around, but forced her way into the shadow of the sword, with one hand sacrificing the spirit sword to barely block it, while the other held it firmly. up his hand.

She opened her mouth and said something anxiously to him, but he couldn’t hear a word, and then a strong force came from her wrist, pulling him out of the knife net.

She dragged him to run like hell, but he couldn’t hear anything.

For the first time, someone…

He looked at the girl’s side face and tried to remember her eyebrows and eyes.

Then, he condensed out a dagger and slit his throat forcefully.

Blood splashed in an instant.

·

A small courtyard stood alone in the darkness.

The four corners of the roof and the courtyard were eroded by the darkness, peeling off the gray wall skin, and the darkness was still gradually swallowing inward. It seemed that it was only a matter of time before this small courtyard was swallowed up.

The courtyard is very simple, with a dilapidated kerosene lamp hanging on a dead tree, a stone chair under a stone table, and white rice paper sprinkled on the ground.

Other than that, there is nothing else, not even a single flower or plant, as if the owner knew clearly in his heart that these flowers and plants would never bloom.

A boy in white was lying under a dead tree with his limbs sprawled out. A big hole was cut in his throat, and blood gushed out and formed a puddle behind him.

He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes closed, as if he had been dead for a long time.

There is no one here, dark and lonely, how long he has been lying there, dead or alive, no one knows.

Time passed bit by bit, just when the kerosene lamp was about to go out, the boy opened his eyes blankly.

He pursed his lips tightly, raised his hand to cover his throat, then sat up without saying a word, slowed in place for a long time, and then struggled to get up.

His white clothes were blood-stained and wet. Standing under a dead tree, he turned on the wick of the kerosene lamp.

Only then did the faint and only light stabilize again.

He sat down in front of the stone table, let go of his fingertips covering his throat, and his palms were covered with blood.

He lowered his head, his long and thick eyelashes covered his dark eyes, a moment later, a blood-red writing brush appeared on his fingertips, and a piece of white rice paper was spread on the stone table.

He began to draw silently and seriously on the rice paper.

The red ink fell stroke by stroke on the rice paper, outlining a girl’s gentle eyebrows and eyes.

As the girl’s portrait took shape, the blood on his body dissipated bit by bit, as if it had gathered on the red pen tip and melted into the girl’s flesh and blood.

He drew one after another, until the whole yard was covered with the portrait of the girl looking back, and he didn’t stop until his clothes turned white again.

Then he threw away the brush, sat on the cold stone brick, picked up a portrait of a girl, and looked at it very seriously.

This girl suddenly broke into his dream one day.

He stayed under this abyss for an unknown number of years, and was alone for countless hours. He also went out at first, but as soon as he stepped into the black mist, those ten years of burial drowned him.

He couldn’t take a step, so he retreated here.

This is his natural cage, this is the island where he died.

He gazes at the black distance here every day, not knowing whether this pain will end.

Until one day, he vaguely saw a girl in the black mist, without any warning, just appeared in front of him suddenly.

Very familiar, yet very far away.

He thought that he had hallucinations after staying here for too long.

But the girl waved at him in the black mist and said with a smile, “I will protect you.”

He doesn’t believe it.

But he still walked to the entrance of the yard involuntarily, and couldn’t help stretching out his hand towards her.

That time, he almost failed to survive.

He fell into a real nightmare and ran a long distance with the girl. The final result was extremely tragic. His mind was broken and he almost died in the real nightmare.

That day, he woke up and lay in the cold yard, the stone bricks were stained red with blood.

He looked at the dark and empty sky above his head, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

It really was a dream…

How can there be such a person in this world…

He knew it was a dream and nothingness, but he was still addicted.

After he regained his mobility repeatedly, he stepped into the black mist and entered the real nightmare again.

The girl held out her hand to him.

He stretched out his hand to hold it, and looked at her face seriously, wanting to remember it in his heart.

Because after that, the development of things will go in the opposite direction. He can’t bear it, and he will collapse again and fall into death, so he condenses his dagger at the last moment and cuts his throat.

In the state of near-death, his mental power collapsed, and the real nightmare collapsed, so he could return to the yard again.

Unable to move in a coma for a few days, and then woke up with his own blood.

When his mental strength and body are slowly recovering, he will draw a portrait of the girl.

After his body recovered, he walked into the black mist again like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

Day after day, year after year.

The boy propped his cheeks and looked at the girl in the portrait seriously.

He knew it was fake, a phantom of a real nightmare, but he couldn’t help himself.

This was the first time someone held his hand and said to protect him.

He just wanted to hear this sentence, and it didn’t matter if it was fake.

Want to listen to it many times, until the day you die.

He sat alone in the courtyard, quietly looking at the painting.

After an unknown amount of time, the wound in his throat had healed, and he stood up, and all the rice papers fell, and he calmly walked towards the edge of the yard. go in.

After a while, the boy reappeared on the cold stone bricks in the courtyard like a rag.

He was lying on the ground with his limbs spread out, a big hole was opened in his throat, and blood gushed out continuously, he closed his eyelashes tightly and remained motionless.

It was like having a sweet and cruel dream.

He could obviously wake up, but he didn’t want to wake up.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally slowly opened his eyes. Just like he did before, he held his throat and sat up. When the blood stained his fingertips, he stood up staggeringly. Just as he was about to walk to the stone table Suddenly, a girl’s figure appeared in the black mist.

Her expression was a bit dazed, as if she was looking for something, the moment she saw him, her eyes lit up suddenly, and she shouted: “Cang Jue.”

He was taken aback.

It was the same last time, almost cheating him of his life.

But he was always irresistible.

His body has not yet recovered, and his throat is still bleeding, and he is also thinking about whether to wait for a while before going.

But she stood there calling his name…

Can not resist…

So he stepped forward bleeding.

The girl ran towards him happily in the depths of the mist, and within a short while, she came close.

She smiled so happily, while saying that I finally found you, I jumped from that high place, while reaching out to him.

“Quick, don’t be dazed, come with me.”

He lowered his eyes to take a look, he was seriously injured just now, if he held it up, he shouldn’t be able to have a real nightmare, this time he might be dead for sure.

But she told him to go with her…

How can he refuse such a sweet lie…

He really stretched out his hand and took the little white hand.

The girl was very happy at first, but after he looked at him, she said worriedly: “Your wound is so serious, do you need it?”

Pointing to his throat, she flipped over on her body, found a white silk handkerchief, and said softly, “Don’t move.”

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand and pressed the silk handkerchief against his throat, gently and gently wiped away the blood stains.

He stared at it intently, thinking it was really a sweet dream.

Just when the girl finished wiping and stood in front of him again, he suddenly produced a dagger.

After the dream, there will always be tears, and the real nightmare is eternal pain. He can’t see this girl die in front of him, he can’t bear it.

He put the dagger in his throat and was about to force it, but was suddenly knocked off by the girl.

He heard her panicked voice.

“Cang Jue, what are you doing?”

He was slightly surprised that she knocked off his dagger?

He couldn’t help asking: “Isn’t this a dream?”

The little girl stood on tiptoe and shouted loudly in his ear: “I jumped from such a high place, my leg was about to be broken, how could this be a dream!”

He looked at her in surprise, unable to recover for a long time.

After a while, he said, “Is it a new hallucination?”

The little girl was taken aback, and shouted again: “It’s not a hallucination, I’m really hot, otherwise you can feel it.”

After she shouted, she stretched out her arm towards him.

He stared at her for a long time, and the entanglement still couldn’t dissipate, he hesitated between cutting his throat immediately or continuing to get along with her.

His eyes fell on the slender white and tender arm again.

He is really fragile, and he has no power to survive in a real nightmare.

Especially in front of this little girl.

She told him to touch her…

How can he refuse?

His eyes darkened, he looked at her slender waist and slender legs, and finally fell on those encouraging dark eyes.

His throat suddenly became dry, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice: “Do you want to go into the house and go to bed, or stay in this courtyard?”