She Came from the Tomb - C72

purple fog? There was actually a purple fog here?

The purple fog was the fog that Sheng Jiuzhou had always wanted to see!

A layer of purple fog rose from the east, slowly spreading and enveloping the entire mountaintop. He stood about five meters from the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain. He could clearly see the purple mist slowly approaching him, and the purple mist in front of his eyes became more and more clear.

Shen Jiaming never thought that he would actually see such a rare sight in this kind of place. It was probably because the purple fog had once appeared on television before, but when Shen Jiaming saw the purple fog, he actually heaved a sigh of relief.

Looking at the purple fog, he felt very comfortable and even had an illusion. He felt as if he was about to fly up with the purple fog floating in the sky. He was sure of that, and was sure that he would float with the purple fog in the sky, as if he had no weight.

Shen Jiaming closed his eyes, immersed himself in the purple mist, and suddenly realized a problem. He was a human, a living person, how could he dare to imagine himself floating up with the purple fog?

Realizing this, he immediately became spirited and wanted to open his eyes. Then he opened his eyes and found himself suspended in the air, above the blue sky, surrounded by purple mist, and below him by the lush green cliffs. He could even see him at the bottom of the cliff, lying on a flat, bare ground, his face facing up, but dressed exactly like himself.

Shen Jiaming was a little afraid, and could not figure out what was going on. He thought back to when he had first driven up the mountain. He was like this, as if his soul had left him and his body had been left where he was.

As he floated among the purple fog, he started to get scared. Because he felt that as the purple fog flowed, he also moved along with it, as if he was about to be carried away, and was moving further and further away from his body. Shen Jiaming was worried, if this was not a dream, and his soul truly came out of his body, and his soul was swept away by the strong wind, would he be unable to return to his body forever? Then, if that really was the case, would his body turn into a vegetable, or would he immediately die?

Of course, Shen Jiaming also did not realize that under such a life-and-death situation, and even a situation of extreme fear, he could still think about this question calmly.

His body continued to move forward with the purple fog, and it was unknown how much time had passed, or to be more precise, Shen Jiaming did not know whether he had floated forward, or backwards. It was unknown whether it was a minute, or just a second, but in short, he could no longer see his own body, and could only remain floating within the purple fog.

After a long time, he had gotten used to the feeling of being high above him and seeing the scenery. This was because he had already seen the smooth and flat top of the mountain from the lush forest. This should be the place he was previously staying at, because he could already see the ancient house in Master Liao from the air.

It was much clearer to look at the mansion from the air than when one stood on the ground and looked at its main entrance. This house should have been built a long time ago, because Shen Jiaming felt that the structure of this house was very similar to the structure of an ancient courtyard in Jiangnan. It was hard to tell from the gate that it took up half of the entire summit. The empty space between north, south, east and west was about the same size. Even the parking lot to the east seemed to have been calculated. It was a quarter of the distance between north, south, east and west.

Shen Jiaming also realized that as he was floating above the purple fog, he could actually clearly see the car that was parked on the ground. It was as if he had eyes, and could immediately see Sheng Jiuzhou who was sitting in the car and playing with his phone, and Zhu Minghui who was standing outside the car making calls. Zhu Minghui placed the phone number beside his ear to listen, and it would repeat this action not long after. Shen Jiaming knew that he should be calling him again. However, his phone had already been thrown away, and even his own body had disappeared. There was no way for him to pick up the phone.

When Shen Jiaming thought about this, his entire body seemed very calm, as if he could already accept that he had died like this. He was even staring at the big house in Master Liao with interest. However, after looking at it for a long time, he realized that something was amiss.

When he and Zhu Minghui arrived, they stopped in front of Master Liao’s house. It was packed full of people, all of them looking for the Master Liao. But at this moment, when he looked down from the sky, there was no one at the entrance of Master Liao’s home. There was only his car in the car park.

Shen Jiaming didn’t know whether the scene he saw in front of him was a dream or real one. He realized that he shouldn’t be staying in the purple fog any longer. He wanted to go back, he wanted to live, he didn’t want to die here.

Perhaps because of the change in his state of mind, he suddenly felt that he had become heavier, and his entire body fell down from the sky. Yes, he fell down, falling straight down, not giving him any time to rest.

Shen Jiaming realized that he had fallen and immediately felt that this time, he probably … He was really going to fall to his death.

“…”

“Hey, Brother Shen, wake up, wake up, we’re here! Damn, this Master Liao’s house is not bad.

Shen Jiaming slowly opened his eyes and saw that Zhu Minghui was already standing outside the carriage, supporting the carriage with one hand as he praised Master Liao’s ancient looking house.

Shen Jiaming panted heavily as he turned his head to look at Sheng Jiuzhou. He discovered that she was sitting obediently in the front passenger seat, with her head lowered as she played with her mobile, completely ignoring Zhu Minghui and not even sparing him a glance.

Shen Jiaming rested for a long time before realizing that he had perhaps only been dreaming about those strange scenes, but he felt that what he felt just now was too real. It was so real that it didn’t seem like a dream at all.

He leaned back in the backseat and slowly turned his head to look at the car next to theirs.

The parking lot at the top of the hill was full of cars, but they all had one thing in common. They were covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one had been around for decades.