Douluo's Fire

Han Jia was surprised and looked at Ye Li, who had escaped from the phantom and gradually turned into reality. He walked towards him and asked, "Ye Li, can you come in?"

After experiencing a series of scenes, the memory in Han Chi's heart has gradually returned, and he knows what his situation is now.

However, now he can't touch or hear. The whole world is just an illusion to him, a prison from which he can't escape.

So when I saw Ye Li was able to escape from the shadow and walk in front of him, I was extremely surprised.

Ye Li held Li Huo in his hand, and the flames swayed. The light and shadow where the flames touched were slightly distorted, revealing a hint of the dark walls of the castle.

He shook his head and said, "No, what's here is just a projection of me, and the fire is about to go out, so I won't be here long."

After hearing Ye Li's words, Han Jia didn't feel any loss in his heart. Instead, he looked at Ye Li trustingly and told Ye Li what happened to him.

Listening quietly to Han Chi's story, Ye Li held Li Huo in his hand and looked up into the distance, where a wisp of flame burned tenaciously, supporting Han Chi's return direction.

Dragon beads, soul blood reagents, strange auras, these things together can produce such a reaction. Sure enough, I know too little and there are too many areas to learn.

Under Han Chi's gaze, Ye Li nodded and raised the flame in his hand. Far in front of Han Chi, a wisp of flame burned hard, supporting a faint light.

Han Chi looked into the distance with an expression of surprise. Ever since he remembered his memory, only ruthless and endless phantoms appeared in front of his eyes. He had never seen that wisp of fire.

The flame was weak and shaky, and the light it supported became weaker and smaller under the erosion of the surrounding darkness.

"Uncle Han, have you seen the fire I left for you?"

Han Chi nodded and said he saw it. Under the illumination of the fire in Ye Li's hand, the flame passed through the obstruction of the surrounding phantoms and finally appeared in front of his eyes.

At the same time, there was a clear understanding in my heart that I was able to wake up from the endless phantoms, probably because of the hard work of that ray of fire.

There was a change of light and shadow, and Ye Li's figure began to flicker, which suddenly shocked Han Jia's heart.

Ye Li looked into the distance. In Ye Li's field of vision, the light and shadow of this world were about to change, a little faster than Ye Li expected.

Slowly handing the flame in his hand to Han Chi, Ye Li said seriously: "Uncle Han, the fire is about to burn out. There is no time for me to explain more."

"Take the flame in my hand, and it will help you see the road ahead clearly and get out of this illusory prison."

Without delay, Han Chi trustedly stretched out his right hand towards the flame in Ye Li's hand.

At this time, Ye Li had just finished speaking, "Uncle Han, you may hear a lot of strange things later, but ignore them. Please remember, just keep moving forward."

The light and shadow dissipated, and this phantom space finally ushered in its end, turning into endless light spots, dancing around, trying to reorganize a new round of light and shadow world.

At this time, Ye Li's projection also turned into a point of light as the phantom space dissipated, leaving only a flame burning quietly in Han Chi's hand.

Han Chi held the flame in his hand, and the flames burning hard in the distance were clearly visible. Han Chi ignored the reconstructed phantom and stepped towards the direction of the distant flame.

The flame in his hand burned slowly, distorting the surrounding phantoms. A yellow light enveloped Han Chi, opening up a space, allowing Han Chi to move forward without being affected by the phantoms.

As if passing through a water curtain, the phantom world went away, and a darkness flooded over, trying to drag Han Chi back to the phantom and continue to sink.

Yellow light rippled, holding up a ray of light, guiding Han Chi to continue walking forward.

But when Han Chi took another step forward, a very contagious emotion suddenly came from the flame in Han Chi's hand.

With his eyes in a daze, Han Chi seemed to hear countless people urging him in his ears,

"I'm so tired. Let's take a rest."

"That's right, isn't it good to just lie down?"

"Go back, there is a warm home."

"..."

Like gibbering, it kept echoing in Han Chi's ears, and the words became worse and worse.

"Why do you keep walking? Your tribe is dead, your lover is dead, and your closest relatives are all dead. Why don't you go down and accompany them?"

"Han Chi, it's so cold here, can you come down and stay with me?" A familiar female voice sounded, causing Han Chi to pause in his steps and feel in a trance.

"Xiao Chi, grandpa is here, come here quickly, grandpa has found something fun for you." An old figure waved behind Han Chi with a kind smile.

"..."

Familiar words and familiar figures were like ropes, one after another, wrapped around Han Chi's body, pulling him out and preventing him from moving forward.

The raised steps slowly fell to the ground, his neck was slightly twisted, Han Chi's eyes were hollow and weak, and his whole body was bombarded by countless murmurs, and he couldn't help but walk back.

The surrounding darkness seemed to be laughing, and he threw himself up to extinguish the annoying light.

The flames grew stronger with a pop, dispersing the darkness that was about to drown Han Chi's figure. At the same time, the light shined brightly, breaking through the countless murmurs entangled in Han Chi's mind.

Han Chi, who regained his consciousness, couldn't help but feel frightened for a while and fell silent at the same time. Is this the strange thing that Ye Li said?

The mind cannot help but be infected by it, find it difficult to resist, and be dragged down by it.

It was as if it appeared in his own mind, giving him insight into his own weaknesses.

Holding the slightly wilted flame in his hand, Han Chi looked up at the fire that was so weak that there was only a ray of light left. His expression returned to determination, and he began to lift his steps and move forward.

The sound of clicking sounded in the darkness, very regularly.

The confusing murmurs emerged again along the way, but driven by the flames in his hands, Han Chi walked forward more firmly.

Step by step, he approached the fire that was about to die, but still tenaciously released its light and guided Han Chi in the direction.

The moon-white robe on his body was fluttering. Han Chi stood in front of the extinguishing fire, raised his right hand, and the flame in his hand slowly approached.

In the ripples of yellow light, a fire that burned tenaciously to release its own light, and a flame that burned quietly, merged together with Han Chi's gratitude.

The flames swirled up, and warm light shone in all directions from the fire.

As the light shines, the deep darkness gradually becomes thinner, and the constantly changing phantom space dissipates like a dreamy bubble.

Only Han Chi held the light and fire in his hand, stepped forward, broke through the dark space, and returned to the real world.