Master's Escape Plan

The morning breeze blows through the bay window, and the room is silent.

Qin Shu sat up again, turned off the alarm clock that kept ringing, and got out of bed.

Something was wrong, he still felt something was wrong.

Although consciousness tells him that everything makes sense, nothing is wrong, he just woke up, today is a big day, he has to wash up and get ready to go out.

But his subconscious was clamoring desperately to tell him that something was wrong, all of this was unreasonable, and he was trapped by a certain consciousness.

If he can't find the right way to leave, he will never be able to leave here.

How to do?What should he do?

Qin Shu unconsciously became anxious. In fact, he couldn't think of anything. He still felt that the current environment was reasonable and he shouldn't leave. It was just that something was wrong in his heart.

He forgot to wash up, and kept pacing the house, trying to figure out what was wrong.

When he walked into the corner, Qin Shu saw a sword out of the corner of his eye.

This sword has no scabbard, leaning against the corner of the wall, the blade is as clear as water, reflecting his face, as if a person is watching him.

Qin Shu raised his hand to touch the blade, then grabbed the hilt and lifted the sword up.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, he suddenly had a feeling of connection with it, it didn't belong here, and neither did he.

The face reflected by the blade of the sword is green and immature, when did this look like.

After looking carefully for a while, Qin Shu finally remembered that he was probably in junior high school.

The phone jingled and remembered that the landline hadn't been used for a long time at home. Even if he was conscious of this, he couldn't deceive him anymore. Qin Shu was full of doubts and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Qin Shu, are you home?" There was a clean and soft voice on the other end of the phone, which he was all too familiar with: "My leg hurts again, come and see me, okay?"

"Okay." Qin Shu immediately agreed, and before putting down the receiver, he said worriedly: "Don't move around, I'll be there soon."

"Well, I'll wait for you." The boy's voice was obedient and calm, and the other end of the phone hung up first.

Qin Shu went out with his sword in his hand, he didn't take a taxi, he remembered that Yan Ling's house was not far from here, and he could walk there.

The street was bustling with people, Qin Shu only felt that the people around him were about to push him out of the circle, struggling hard to push aside the crowd and walk out a path.

He is very small now, with a thin and thin body, and he is carrying a sword that is not much shorter than him, and it is very difficult to squeeze.

"Look, there was a car accident! My God!"

"It's too dangerous! How could the driver do this

Sample! "

"Save someone! Both children are over there!"

"Hurry up, call the police! Call an ambulance!"

"Blood, a lot of blood..."

The crowd's voice gradually grew louder, reaching Qin Shu's ears, as if they were talking about a car accident.

Car accident!

For some reason, upon hearing this word, Qin Shu's heart tightened, and his panic gradually expanded.

The hand holding the sword hilt tightened, and he stood there blankly. The crowd was still moving forward, but he couldn't move.

"Qin Shu." Someone patted his shoulder and called him softly.

Turning his head, Qin Shu saw Yan Ling standing in front of him, wearing a simple white jacket and soft black trousers, smiling lightly.

Qin Shu stared at him blankly for a while, then subconsciously asked: "Are you going to dance practice today?"

"Yes." Yan Ling nodded, and walked side by side with him, the crowd no longer existed, and they walked forward slowly: "There is still a week before the competition, I am a little nervous."

"Don't be afraid." Qin Shu comforted him: "Your rose adagio is very good, and the judges will definitely be impressed."

Yan Ling lowered her head, pinched the schoolbag strap tangledly, and said, "Really? But the teacher still said that I can't dance steadily, and there is a great possibility that I won't be selected."

"He was afraid that you would be proud. You really danced well." Qin Shu patted, and suddenly saw a red mark on the side of his elbow, frowned, and pulled his hand up. Sure enough, the inside of his arm There are still a few bruises: "They bullied you again?"

Unexpectedly, Qin Shu found out, Yan Ling was a bit embarrassed, and pulled her hand back: "It's okay, don't look at it."

Qin Shu said angrily: "Didn't I warn them before? If I bully my classmates again, I will tell your teacher."

"Don't go." Yan Ling bowed her head, Nuonuo said: "Actually, it's much better than before."

"It's much better? When will they stop bullying you? That will be great!" Qin Shu didn't like his lackluster look, and said bitterly: "You can't let them bully you, girls can learn ballet , Why can’t boys learn it? Why are you a mother? Why do they use this excuse to bully you?”

"Don't say it, don't say it." Yan Ling's voice became smaller and lower.

Qin Shu lamented his misfortune, angered him and walked forward with his sword in hand, determined not to talk to him any more.

Yan Ling didn't seem to follow, Qin Shu walked for a while, his anger gradually subsided, looking back, Yan Ling disappeared without knowing when.

"Yanling? Yanling?" Qin Shu called out a few words.

"What's wrong?" Yanling walked over from the side,

Wearing a blue school uniform, a picture just after school.

Qin Shu didn't think there was anything wrong, and walked side by side with him again, chatting about going to school.

"I won't think about it for the time being." Yan Ling shook her head: "There will be a competition the day after tomorrow, and my mother asked me to concentrate on preparing for the exam."

"Okay." Qin Shu smiled: "Come on for the competition."

"Thank you." Yan Ling smiled shyly, and continued: "After the game, I think..."

Before he could speak, the screeching sound of brakes sounded, Qin Shu had no time to react, and was pushed out by a force.He fell on the edge of the sidewalk and watched helplessly as the thin figure was thrown by the car, rolled over twice, and then stopped moving again.

"Look, there was a car accident! My God!"

"It's too dangerous! How could the driver do this!"

"Save someone! Both children are over there!"

"Hurry up, call the police! Call an ambulance!"

"Blood, a lot of blood..."

Those words came to his ears again, Qin Shu felt his heart go cold, turned over, ran over with big strides, and rushed away from the people blocking in front of him.

Yan Ling fell not far away, with her back to him, and there was a large pool of blood under her body.

Qin Shu wanted to turn him over and stretched out his hand, but his hand trembled involuntarily: "Yan Ling? Don't scare me?"

Suddenly sighing softly, Qin Shu turned around and saw Yan Ling sitting in a wheelchair, her brows were full of melancholy and emptiness.

"Qin Shu, what should I do in the future?" He asked softly.

The surrounding scene turned into Yanling's home, the previous trophies, dancing shoes and photos of him dancing ballet were all put away, the curtains were drawn, and the room was dark.

"What am I going to do?" he asked again.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry." Qin Shu repeated this sentence blankly and painfully, stretched out his hands and pressed them on his knees, his spiritual power overflowed and turned into light spots and scattered in all directions: "I'm really sorry. "

The speakers were also put away, and he would never play the Adagio Rose.

"I don't blame you." Yan Ling said softly, looking into his eyes and said: "You have been with me these days, and you are also very tired, go home and have a rest."

Qin Shu shouted in his heart that he couldn't go back, but his body kept on standing up, leaving Yan Ling's house, and walked towards his own house.At that time, he really chose this way.

"Qin Shu, goodbye." He heard Yan Ling's voice again.

He looked up and saw that Yan Ling had fallen from the sixteenth floor, her figure was still so graceful, like a proud white swan.

Yan Ling fell before his eyes, turning into a puddle of blood and flesh.

he is

The white swan in the storm has been broken by the rain.

Heart-piercing pain came, Qin Shu half kneeled on the ground, the hand holding the sword hilt kept shaking, if he could notice his strangeness before he left, if he pushed him away first when the car accident happened... He flew out in a controlled manner, surrounded him and Yan Ling who had turned into a fleshy pulp, and quickly backed away, as if he wanted to turn back time to the moment when Yan Ling jumped off the building.

But it was useless, no matter how many times he recovered, Yan Ling still jumped down again and again and fell in front of him, his eyes were stabbed by the soundless flesh and blood, Qin Shu still didn't want to give up.

I don't know how many times he recovered, and his spiritual power was gradually exhausted. Qin Shu felt that his meridians were empty, and the almost overdrawn load made his meridians ache all over his body.

At this moment, the sword flew up, Qin Shu watched it move by itself, the sword energy overflowed, as if cutting something, but he couldn't see anything.

【...嗞...嗞嗞...】

[...Host, hey...I am Baqi!Get out of your mind immediately... Hey, get out of your mind right away, the place you are in is fake! 】

Qin Shu calmed down slowly, and couldn't help being startled when he heard this, fake?Is it really fake?

[Host, follow Lingjun!Beep...that is the sword, follow it out, you can no longer use spiritual power, you will...beep...you will overdraw and die! 】

Consciousness gradually came back, and Qin Shu was shocked to find that he had fallen into the illusion created by mind and mind.If Lingjun and Baqi hadn't reminded him, he might really try to revive Yanling until he died from exhaustion of spiritual power.

"Yanling..."

Yan Ling's jumping off the building was something that happened in junior high school, but he has always felt extremely guilty about it, and he can't forget it until now.

There was no time to grieve the old man, Ling Jun led the way, Qin Shu followed all the way, when he reached a certain place, the light was bright, his eyes went blank for a moment, and then slowly returned to the dark tone.

It was the same forest, he didn't come out, his body was lying against a tree, his mind fell in front of him, this time the light was really dim and his spiritual power was exhausted.

The illusion woven by the mind was too realistic, Qin Shu lay against the tree for a while to recover his strength, and remembered what happened before entering the mind.

What about Xu Qian?

He looked around and saw a man fallen under a tree not far away.He walked over and saw that it was Xu Qian, with blood on his chest and no breath, he was dead.

Xu Qian died?Who killed it?

Qin Shu tried to search for the soul, but found that Xu Qian's soul was nowhere to be seen, as if it had been crushed.

The elder of Tianzhi sect died near him, before he died

He also planned to kill him, saying that no one would believe his and Xu Qian's deaths.

This matter was a bit tricky, Qin Shu looked serious, and sat down against the tree again.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that his spiritual power was exhausted in his mind and body. At this moment, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and he didn't have any extra strength to fend off the sword, so he could only sit and recover his physical strength first.

The Zanghuo Formation had already been destroyed with Xu Qian's death, and Xie Linqing was sent out by him before midnight. If he went to Zhengyizong Post Station in Dongyue for help, it might not take long for him to arrive.

Qin Shu sat in the woods and quietly adjusted his breath, waiting wordlessly.

Until dawn, Xie Linqing did not come back.

The author has something to say: Today's second update, sprinkle flowers~