Fushengfang Night Travel Notes

When the midnight bell struck, the surroundings were pitch black, like a dream, with faint smoke coming from all around, mixed with some coolness.

Fu Qi's line of sight seemed to pass through the mist and landed on a pitch-black place, which seemed nothing special, but for a moment, when Fu Qi got closer, he stretched out his finger and flicked there lightly, and the ingenuity naturally appeared out.

There seemed to be a slight tremor there, but it couldn't be seen clearly, Fu Qi's fingers kept moving, and when ripples spread from the fingertips, people suddenly realized that it was a pool.

The ripples brought a faint light and shadow, and spread out. After a while, Fu Qi saw the thing in the pool clearly—the water lily that bloomed at midnight, but the body of the lotus is not the usual snow-white body, but thick and thick. black.

But the gradually illuminated water lilies trembled slightly, and even the surrounding fog thickened a bit.

Fu Qi, who watched the scene calmly, spoke lightly.

"Zi Wu Lian is good at making people fall into dreams."

"What do you want to say?"

As if responding to Fu Qi's words, waves appeared in the pool covered by white mist, and then formed a small vortex. Fu Qi fixed his eyes, and a picture that seemed to exist and seemed to disappear came into view.

The scene in the first act was quite normal. In an ordinary hospital, a woman was lying on the hospital bed, who seemed to be about to give birth. The puffed up belly did not affect her temperament, but added a bit of mature charm.

Fu Qi couldn't understand it, so she didn't quite understand what it was trying to express.But soon, the pool under the white mist changed to another scene.

In the second act, it is still the woman just now, but this time it is different, there are many scenes of doctors and nurses running away, the woman is holding a baby in her hand, it is estimated that she has just given birth, but the face is more sad, and the brows are frowning. Wrinkled slightly.

Only then did Fu Qi notice that the child was a little different from ordinary people, his eyes were blood red, showing ignorance of the world, but more of it was blood.Such pupils can only be possessed by demons, and the woman is indeed an ordinary human, probably a hybrid of human and demon.

Soon, the third scene appeared in the pool. A young man was holding a schoolbag and was led by the woman just now. However, due to the erosion of the years, the woman looked older at this time. She squatted down and looked at the young man gently, His fingers brushed gently over the boy's eyebrows, his lips opened and closed as if expressing something, he also nodded in front of him, and stepped in.

Fu Qi noticed that the boy's eyes were covered with a white cloth, perhaps because he was used to it, the boy walked very smoothly, but Fu Qi frowned, looked at Zi Wulian, and seemed to have guessed his intentions.

In the fourth scene, a young man in his late teens stands alone in front of the tombstone. The picture on the graveyard is still that of the woman. Hate flashes in the young man's eyes, and the white cloth floats on the ground.

Apparently, a lot of stages of growth were skipped in the middle, Fu Qi looked at Zi Wulian and then at the young man reflected in the pool water, his eyes flickered with thought.But there was no pause in the pool, and another scene followed.

The scene of the fifth act is no longer ordinary, it is full of gloom, castle-like houses can be seen everywhere, groups of demons are walking on the dark roads, blood-red pupils can be seen everywhere, some of them don’t even fold their wings behind, The young man, perhaps he could be said to be a young man, was surrounded by demons, his eyes fixed on the front.

Fu Qi looked at the picture and followed the young man's gaze, but it was still pitch black, and immediately wanted to look away, but stopped somewhere behind the young man, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The sixth scene followed, and with the appearance of this scene, the Zi Wu Lian in the pool shook for a while, and even the water in the pool rolled up, Fu Qi couldn't help but cast his gaze there strangely.

The scene in the sixth act is very simple, but the young man is lying flat on the black ground, slowly closing his eyes, with unwillingness, hatred, and an imperceptible nostalgia in his eyes.