Chapter 1: gray fog
"So sad…"
"Sure enough, the disease is like a mountain, but a cold is so uncomfortable, and the pain is terrifying..."
"Fortunately, I have already asked the boss for leave in advance..."
Su Yuanning frowned, feeling that he was still very uncomfortable. Constantly sweating.
Since last night, he felt like a dream but not a dream, like sleep but not sleep.
She slept extremely unsteadily, and at this moment she felt even more of a headache.
Although he wakes up now, he finds it difficult to even open his eyes.
At this moment, the strange babble he heard in the dream just now seems to be still in his ears.
He didn't remember what those whispers were saying at all, he only remembered that there was an endless gray mist in the dream just now. The monotony of the tones is unpleasant.
"Ah, it's so uncomfortable, no... I have to get up and go to the toilet..."
Su Yuanning tried his best to open his eyes, but when he closed his eyes, he found that the room in front of him was unfamiliar.
The top of the head is a tent-like cloth, and the canvas hangs above the dome, bending into a beautiful arc. It seems to be daytime now, and the room is filled with natural light that is not dark, but not bright. The environment is very cramped and depressing.
It's so dark...
No! what is this place?
Su Yuanning was stunned.
This, this, this... This is not my home!
Although the house he rented was small and dilapidated, Su Yuanning still remembered very clearly what his home looked like!
Su Yuanning sat up in shock.
He is still sore all over, but these are nothing compared to what Su Yuanning is seeing right now.
He he he... now he is in a tent!
This tent is a bit like a yurt.
As far as the eye can see, it looks like a garbage dump. The box at the door on the left is full of messy and overflowing clothes. There are several colorful and wide jumpsuits hanging on it, and huge colorful ostrich feathers are scattered on the ground. , a few strangely styled big pants hang by the window.
There were also two simple dressing tables in the tent, which were filled with paints and oils.
At the same time, Su Yuanning also smelled an indescribable smell mixed with the fishy smell of fish, sweat and foot odor.
...what the **** is this place? ?
Su Yuanning raised his hand in disbelief and rubbed his eyes, but after rubbing it three, four, five, six, seven, eight or nine times, there was still such a terrifying scene in front of him.
Although Su Yuanning has been solo for twenty-six years, she has never made a room so terrifying. There is no room for six people to live in the same bedroom!
"Hi—"
Su Yuanning pinched herself hard, trying to wake herself up from this terrible nightmare.
However, the piercing pain on his left arm told him that this was not a dream.
"What's going on..." Su Yuanning murmured.
Suddenly, several memory fragments that did not belong to him appeared in his mind.
…
My name is Igna Lilance.
I was born in Aalto City, Warn Riet County, Loen Kingdom, Northern Continent.
My father was Liszt Lilance, a well-known local pianist, but his performances in his life never left the northern part of the Loen Kingdom.
I used to wonder why my father was reluctant to leave the northern part of the kingdom and go to Backlund, the capital of all capitals in the south.
It wasn't until seven years ago, when I was an adult, that my father told me why.
It turned out that Li Langsi was not our original surname.
It turned out that our family was once famous in history.
We hold the gate to the stars, we are the nobles of the Tudor dynasty. Whether it is the current royal family of Loen Kingdom, Einhorn of Feysac, or Sauron of Intis, they all looked up to us.
Our ancestors are full of glory.
Our last name is—Abraham!
…
Somehow, at this moment, suddenly, Su Yuanning felt his forehead bulge!
It hurts!
It hurts!
For a split second, there seemed to be a steel needle in his brain that penetrated from the temple, stirring constantly, as if he wanted to peel off his brain completely through this action.
Su Yuanning was in terrible pain. He subconsciously hugged himself tightly and clenched his teeth.
Only in this way can he stop screaming.
not like this…
Something must be done... divert attention...
In the endless darkness when he closed his eyes, Su Yuanning intermittently outlined a kaleidoscope-like golden lotus in bloom in his field of vision.
I hope this can help me divert my attention.
This is the method he came up with inspired by Xiuxian novels.
In the past, when I couldn't sleep at night, I could fall asleep peacefully by thinking a few times in my mind.
I don't know if it's useful at this time... I can only use a dead horse as a living horse doctor!
…
The lotus blossoms open layer by layer.
And the unbearable pain began to weaken after the thirty-two petals of the lotus flower unfolded.
Su Yuanning could feel that the stirring speed of the steel needle in his head gradually slowed down.
getting slower.
getting slower.
But as the pain in his head stopped, something else appeared in Su Yuanning's mind.
…
He saw himself walking towards a wall, and then for a moment, he seemed to be in an oil painting. The red was redder, the green was greener, and the brown wall seemed to be illusory. His footsteps took a step forward, went to the other side of the wall.
He saw a dilapidated rose in his hand, but when his hand touched its petals, it seemed to be reborn again, blooming again, exuding a delicate floral fragrance.
He saw the boundless starry sky, and he saw the crimson moonlight.
Under the moonlight, he saw an eyeball with protruding blood vessels rolling along the grass in front of him, and a **** nose dropped.
pat-pat-
The flesh and blood fell on the ground like raindrops.
In the low whimpering sound, Su Yuanning heard a strange yet familiar voice saying:
"We are chasing the footsteps of freedom, neither walls nor gates can stop us..."
"We master strange techniques, and neither experts nor passers-by can see through us..."
"We have the key to the starry sky, and neither thieves nor clowns can surpass us..."
"We are under the most terrifying curse under the crimson moon. We cannot escape. This is the fate of our Abraham family..."
It took a long time for Su Yuanning to wake up from that somewhat depressing and somewhat crazy voice.
Looking down, Su Yuanning looked around.
At this moment, the bad environment that made him want to nause just now turned out to be so kind.
At least it's normal here, it's still like the real world.
However, Su Yuanning also knew clearly at the same time.
"This is not a dream, and what I saw just now is not a dream either."
…
Looking at his sweaty clothes, the goose bumps on his arms that have not disappeared, and the marks of being scratched by fingers are clearly visible.
Su Yuanning said to himself with a wry smile:
"Why do you feel like things are getting serious?"