[Zongmeiying] Soul Mate

Her ears were full of chaotic shouts, Elizabeth frowned, propped up her body that seemed to be swimming for half an hour, and barely opened her eyes.

What were you doing before?Her head hurts, and this pain even affected her eyesight for a while. The light and color slowly seeped out like oil paint dripping in water, making it impossible for her to immediately judge where she was. She felt her shoulders rubbing against the hard wall. On the surface, Elizabeth quickly moved closer to the wall beside her to gain some sense of security.

In her panic, she bumped her elbow into something with a smooth arc. The blow was hard enough, and she probably would have bruises, but Elizabeth bit her lips tightly and did not make any sound.Hoping that she didn't attract anyone's attention, she took deep breaths and waited for her body to return to its normal state.

After finally being able to feel everything normally, Elizabeth looked around and was stunned.

This is... a gold-red bedroom, with tapestries hanging high in the air and on the four walls. The Greek-Persian-style decorations made her feel very familiar, but Elizabeth didn't have the heart to appreciate the beauty and exquisiteness of those things, because She was immediately attracted to the large bed in the middle and the large group of people surrounding it.

Not everyone looked sad, but everyone looked anxious, and they kept asking questions to the dying person on the bed.

These men were tall and strong, and their scars gleamed in the firelight, in stark contrast to the pale and weak people on the bed.

They squeezed each other, and in the crowd, Elizabeth suddenly saw a familiar face, Mordred, is it Mordred?She wasn't sure, she could only watch him holding a golden cup and turning away indifferently.

Nobody seemed to notice her, but Elizabeth wasn't going to let her guard down, she huddled between the wall and the ornament that bumped her elbow - now she could see it clearly, it was a marble statue , even though it was just a cursory glance, Elizabeth can still say with certainty that he is definitely a handsome man.

"Who is it? Alexander, tell us, who is it?" The tall men gathered by the bed like wolves, staring at the weak patient on the bed with fear and greed.

Some kind of unknown spice was burning in the corner of the room, mixed with the smell of disease and death, suffocating Elizabeth under the harmony of greed and desire.

She suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar.

"Who will succeed you to rule this vast territory, please tell us, Alexander, who is the next king!"

The blond man on the bed moved his lips weakly, his hair was wet and obviously sweating, and the vitality of life was pouring out of his body.

Although his skin was pale, his eyes were filled with sickly redness. On the side of his face that Elizabeth could see clearly, there were several small wounds that might have been chapped and damaged because they were too weak to heal themselves, and the underside was bright red. tissues are visible to the naked eye.

"...the most powerful, he said the most powerful." The people around his bed burst into shouts of cheers, they exchanged messages, and their suspicious and suspicious eyes echoed.

"Please live!" A woman threw herself at the foot of the bed, crying and begging, "Our child, we have a child! He is only three months old, please live for him!" Some maids came forward and tried to help her , were all waved away.

Elizabeth trembled and sighed, now she finally knew where she was, but she didn't know how she got here, who had the power to lead her to Alexander the Great's dying bed.

Suddenly, Alexander on the sickbed turned his face towards Elizabeth, and the sad and desperate eyes of the dying man nailed her in place like a sharp arrow.

But the next moment she realized that Alexander was not looking at her, but at the statue beside her.

Some people followed Alexander's gaze, but they all had no doubts about Elizabeth's existence. It seemed that no one could really see her. Elizabeth leaned on the wall and stood up straight.

"Hephaestion." She greeted the statue beside her softly.

A tear fell across Alexander's damaged and sickly face, causing Elizabeth to take a few steps towards him involuntarily.After eight months in a world without Hephaistion, is this the last moment?

Alexander couldn't see Elizabeth, the time traveler who strayed into space by mistake. He took off a ring and lifted it up high against the tapestry embroidered with eagles hanging in mid-air. In his trembling arms.

Elizabeth held her breath uncomfortably, she couldn't look away, she could only feel her heart suddenly sinking to a bottomless place.

The moment suddenly felt so long.

Alexander——the great king finally breathed out his last breath. He was once extremely strong, but now his pale and thin arm hangs down feebly, slamming hard on the edge of the bed.

Driven by an inexplicable emotion, Elizabeth rushed forward without hesitation, and firmly caught the ring that slipped from Alexander's hand and hit the hard ground beside the bed.

The moment she caught the ring, the world in her eyes suddenly changed, and the whole scene turned gray.

Elizabeth saw a human-shaped black shadow hovering over Alexander's head, and something bright and dazzling was torn from his body. The faces of the generals around the bed were blurred. The weeping queen is still vivid, yelling "No!" as she rushes to try to wave the shadow away, but to no avail.

"Don't take him away..." she cried in pain, "It's my fault, I killed Hephaestion with poison, judge me!"

Sombra was unmoved, he focused on Alexander's shining soul.

"He is Alexander, the greatest king, you have no right to take him away! Death's lackey, you cannot deprive him of his afterlife!" The queen threatened the shadow in vain.

"I'm willing to make an exchange with you." Realizing that her threat could not impress Sombra, the Queen's expression suddenly calmed down, and she said firmly and sadly, "Don't take him away, don't detain him in the Garden of Death... ..."

At this point, Soi Ying finally uttered the first sentence. His voice was indistinguishable, neither good nor bad, but very special. He asked inscrutablely, "Are you sure? No matter how powerful you are, Weak, you are also a witch, and losing it is like losing a limb to a mortal."

"But the power can't make him love me."

"I love him," said the Queen, "I have loved him with my life since I first saw him, but he does not love me."

"I've watched him suffer for so long, watching his heart die together with Hephaestion, I regret it." She lowered her head dejectedly, "This is the last thing I can do for him."

"My love, let him have an afterlife, and give him a chance to meet his love again."

Elizabeth listened to their conversation in confusion, trying to sort out her thoughts. The queen turned out to be a witch, and she killed Hephaestion, but what she didn't expect was that this directly led to Alexander's death today.

And now it is the queen who proposes to this mysterious shadow to use her witch power in exchange for Alexander not being taken to the 'Garden of Death', so that he has the opportunity to meet Hephaistion in the next life.

So where exactly is Death's Garden?

Elizabeth clenched the ring uneasily, feeling that the annoying fragrance in the air was getting stronger and stronger, making it difficult to breathe. The queen and the black shadow were still talking, but their voices reached her ears as if they were separated by water. Cleared up.

Only the feeling of suffocation became more and more serious, and the darkness filled the eyes again...

"Elizabeth!" Jane's familiar voice rang in her ears. Elizabeth wanted to respond to her, but she coughed violently first, her lungs hurt as if they were about to burn.

The physiological struggle caused a loud sound of water. Elizabeth could feel Jane's cold and hard palms holding the back of her neck, and water droplets slid across her face. She opened her eyes in a panic.

— found himself lying in the bathtub.

"Cairus has only been away for a few hours and you almost drowned yourself," Jane said angrily, "Lisa, what are you thinking?"

"I...ahem...I'm sorry, Jane, I shouldn't have fallen asleep." Elizabeth remembered what she was doing before.

So is it all a dream?But the dream was all too real.

There was a pain somewhere on the elbow, it must have hit the edge of the bathtub, Elizabeth lowered her head to check, and something fell out of her fisted hand.

Jane caught it quickly, Elizabeth rubbed the bruise and took a closer look, and found a familiar ring lying in Jane's snow-white palm.