Envy

He seemed to be sleeping in an ancient coffin.After a long time, he dreamed that the carved patterns on the coffin also sprouted.Quietly, I live and die with the branches and buds, and are connected by blood.The sky and the earth last forever, water drips through stones, day and night come, spring grows and summer grows.So back and forth, endlessly.

He saw a thick fog.Looming in the clouds and mist is a bamboo building.There is a shattered moon in the sky, and fireflies are everywhere.He heard faint singing.Without the accompaniment of konghou orchestra, it is just like the quiet sound in the valley, soothing and long.The tone is somewhat familiar.

When Meng Tou approached, the moonlight and fireflies disappeared, and his eyes suddenly darkened.A moment later, the wind blew up and the clouds moved, the iron horse smashed the dead branches and leaves, and the ice sword was handed over.The voice was light and vague at first, and then gradually became noisy.It is getting stronger and stronger.Those decisive scenes of killing and killing made his heart ache and his blood boiled.Compared to the silence in the endless night, this dream is short-lived.Like life and death.The mayfly is in the age.

When he opened his eyes, he felt the sun glare.The wind brings some warmth.He felt himself conscious, with slight numbness in his limbs.He was in a busy city with a drinking ice sword on his back.

This is a strange city, he has never been here.He stood blankly in the middle of the street, watching the people coming and going, and finally got up the courage to grab a passerby and ask where he was.The passer-by looked at him in surprise, and said, "This is Fulian."

"... Fulian?"

Meng Tou remembered that he was in Zhao Lincheng, and Mu Su and Ming Jue found a settlement.Su Chuo was arrested, and they were on their way back to Mu Su, when the sky suddenly became so dark that there was no light left, and before he lost consciousness, he was still holding Yan Zhaohan's hand tightly.

He has had countless dreams, but he has never had such a real dream, he is alive.He clearly knew that he was in a dream, because the memory of Zhao Lin's melee was too deep for him to forget.He thought of the group of blue corpse butterflies that inexplicably appeared above Zhao Lincheng, and suspected that there was something weird about them.

While he was thinking, there was a noise from a street corner not far away.Many people gathered in several circles to watch the fun.He heard the cautious man say: "Little brat, come home with me."

When Meng Tou approached, he saw a burly man holding a child's arm.The child was about nine years old, wearing a water-blue shirt, very thin, with watery eyes and aura.

The child was almost lifted up by the big man's thin arm. He struggled desperately, lowered his body, and beat the big man's iron arm, preventing the big man from taking him away.

The big man glanced at the silent people around him, and coaxed softly: "Come home with Dad, your mother is still waiting for us at home. Be good, don't make trouble. Isn't it just a piece of candy, Dad will give it to you purchase."

Meng Tuo originally thought it was a play where his father caught his disobedient son and brought him home, but he saw the child looking at the people around him asking for help.The moment Meng Tou met his eyes, he knew that the child had met a human trafficker and was determined to save him.

It's not easy for a big man to pull too hard because there are people around.The child was forced to walk several steps by him.Just when the big man was about to pick up Yan Zhaohan, Meng Tou stepped forward, cupped his fists and asked, "Why are you holding my nephew?"

The big man looked up at him, his tone impatient: "Who are you?"

"I'm his uncle. This is my brother's son. I don't know why I've been entangled here. Please let go." Meng Tou's tone was gentle, but his face was already quite cold, and he held his sword around his chest.

The child is also smart, calling "Uncle".When the big man was in a daze, he let go of his hand for a moment, and the child ran to Meng Tou's side.

It was clear to everyone at a glance.Both the son and the child in front of him are well dressed, it is obvious that they are more like a family.And the big man is dressed in rough clothes, he is a man from the countryside, how can he give birth to such a noble young man.

Seeing that something was wrong, the big man touched his nose and slipped away with oil on his feet.Meng Tou let him go for the time being and did not chase after him.The people around didn't shout to arrest him, but they scattered when they saw the big man running away.

Only Meng Tou and the child in front of him were left here.The child was only wearing a thin shirt, it was cold, and his lips were a little purple.Meng Tou felt distressed, took off his outer shirt and wrapped him tightly.

The child was frightened just now, looked at him with some vigilance, and took two small steps back.

Meng Tou knelt down slowly, looked at him level, and asked, "Where do you live, I'll take you back."

The child's nose and mouth were buried in the wrapped clothes, only a pair of black eyes were exposed.He said, "Brother, can you take me to a nearby hospital?"

"What are you going to the hospital for?"

"My aunt is ill and has not woken up. I came out from the inn to find a doctor."

Meng Tou felt great compassion, and saw that the outer shirt was too big and long on him, so he hugged him directly, and took him around to ask people about the nearby medical center.Fortunately for them, they found it before the clinic closed, and the doctor followed them with a medicine box.

Based on the name of the inn that the child said, Meng Tou led the doctor to inquire all the way back, and it was already dark when they arrived at the inn.He carried the child up the wooden stairs and asked casually, "What's your name?"

The child said, "Yan Zhaohan."

Meng Tou was stunned.

At that time, the doctor took the first step to the second floor and asked, "Which room is it?" The child struggled to get down, but Meng Tou put him down.The child in his baggy clothes ran to the doctor to show him the way: "It's the second room over here, this one."

The child pushed open the door, and the two entered one after the other.

Meng Tou stood guard outside the house, wondering how Yan Zhaohan had become such a small child.After thinking for a long time, he confirmed that this was not his dream, but Yan Zhaohan's dream.He accidentally broke into Yan Zhaohan's dream.

When it comes to dreams, he remembered the records in ancient books, and one line can manipulate dream ghosts.Dream ghosts are a type of wild spirits, but they seem to be... like butterflies.So when they were in Zhao Lincheng, they lost their consciousness after seeing the butterflies.

If so, then everything makes sense.

But if this is the case, neither he nor Yan Zhaohan can stay here for too long. If they are trapped in a dream for too long, their consciousness and strength will gradually fade away, until they die of exhaustion.He had to leave with Yan Zhaohan as soon as possible.

As he was thinking this, the door of the house was opened.The doctor came out, sighed and waved his hands and said to Meng Tuo: "The lady in the house is dying soon. You can ask the lady if there is any unfulfilled wish. Let's take it together, and then prepare... for her funeral."

The doctor mistakenly thought that he was familiar with this lady, but in fact, he only met the second lady Yan a few times in Fulian when he was young, and the second lady was already unconscious at that time.