[Listening to Snow] The Light on the Clouds Dream Soul Wither

It was that cold, dark, suffocating dark blue again.

How many years, continuous, lingering, such as gangrene attached to the bone.

The desolate and bone-chilling cold lingers in the deepest part of the dream all the time, and always strangles the throat inadvertently, struggling to sink in despair.

Once again, she was bound in this dark blue water, in the sky and on the ground, with shadowy, rotten and twisted faces in all directions.Countless onyx white phantoms roared past, and scattered dark red petals.

Where are the fallen petals?No, it's human blood, the old sweet and greasy human blood that has rotted away!

She retreated hastily, desperately waving away the white shadows that followed.One by one, sharp and cold fangs pounced on her.

She seemed to be able to hear those pale and terrifying things screaming like boiling, they wanted to eat her, they wanted to eat her!

Run away!

"No!" Her heart yelled in panic, and she ran along the path subconsciously. It was a long path made of white stones, and the stones were filled with dark gold powder, as if mixed with blood. The distorted pattern, against the blue of the lake, glows with a strange golden light.

The white shadows covering the sky and the sky behind her scrambled to bite. Her floating hair fluttered like algae at the bottom of the water, and was pulled by white shadows, turning into withered white bit by bit.

"Come on, child..." There was a cold and vague sigh from the bottom of my heart, but the ending sounded strangely trembling like an ancient mantra.

She stopped in a daze on the white stone road under the water, and all the tumbling phantom gray and white dissipated in an instant.For a moment, my heart was as calm as thousands of white lotuses blooming on the lake.

Why is that voice familiar so far, as if, like the call of the end of the year, unrelentingly calling for the past and present...

Walking along the strange and long path under the water, you don't feel suffocated.It is as natural as fish swimming in water and birds flying in the sky.

Finally, at the end of the road, there was a vast expanse of white light, pure and pure, brilliant, incompatible with the surrounding darkness.

At the bottom of the water, there are countless huge altars paved with white stones, and coffins are neatly arranged around them.On the edge of the coffin, there are crystal clear Ganoderma lucidum, and there is a refreshing fragrance.The variegated flowers, blooming at the bottom of the cold lake, are frozen in the most beautiful blooming posture, silently looking up at the sunshine that will never fall on the lake.

Those branches and leaves stretch out holyly, surrounding the coffin sleeping at the bottom of the lake, each corpse is as handsome and noble as a god, with a lonely silence that cannot be washed away by the passing years, quietly lying on the other side of time.

It was as if she had been here before, and all the furnishings were so familiar that it was shocking.

Counting three from this intersection, there lay a girl who was only eleven or twelve years old.

Counting seven ahead from this intersection and two to the left, there is only a strange obsidian in it, half stained with dark brown.

Ah, like she's been here countless times before.

She involuntarily ran towards the end of the tunnel, where all the answers would be revealed.

"Come on, child..." The cold and indistinct voice sounded, filled with a hint of sadness and helplessness.

"Who is it? Who is there?" She finally couldn't help asking, but it seemed as if there was no answer.

"Come on..." The voice rang out three times, but it gradually became inaudible.

She asked again and again, trying to suppress the panic in her heart, trying to calm down.But he suddenly realized that he couldn't stop running, and he didn't even hear the sound of footsteps on the stone platform.

Upward is the blue and cold lake, and downward is the pale and wide altar.It was so quiet that even time seemed to have stood still.Only the faint "tick" lingered quietly in my ears.

In the lake, how can there be the sound of water droplets?

Suddenly, a series of dark red traces snaked past under his feet. They were blood that had dried up long ago, leaving dazzling marks on the pure white stone surface.

She was horrified again, suppressing the exclamation from the corner of her mouth.The strong willpower finally controlled his body, and he jumped back without hesitation, but at the moment of jumping, he saw countless broken bones, waking up from the putrid mud, stumbling and climbing towards the altar.

One by one, jumping and shaking, exuding a slight phosphorescence, it looks like a huge flower of skeletons.

"Ah" she woke up suddenly and exclaimed in a low voice.He actually had a dream again, from childhood to adulthood, in every dream, it must be that strange lake.

Now, all lake water and bones have dissipated.In front of my eyes is a piece of familiar curtain and quilt.Strands of sandalwood rose up safely, fainting the peaceful spring night.

"When the skull flower is in full bloom, the whole underworld will dance with it." A cold sound came faintly to the bottom of my heart.

"Who?" She asked, coughing violently.

A warm candle was lit outside the curtain.Instantly dispelled the deep dark night.

Xingyun came in through the curtain, and whispered in surprise: "Girl, you finally woke up."

Yuyao was certain in her heart: she let out a long breath and asked, "How many days have I slept?"

Xingyun hurriedly replied: "Young lady has been sleeping for three days, and it's only five o'clock now. Sister Zhiyan decocted the medicine and kept it warm, can you use it now?"

Yuyao nodded feebly, pulled out the sagging Ropa, and gently wiped the fine cold sweat on her forehead, but the tentacles were icy cold.

When Xingyun walked out, the ups and downs of singing and crying sounded like waves in a trance, every sentence was vague and cold, sad and sad, like a thin steel wire, piercing straight into the bottom of my heart.

——That is the soul song that never appeared in the dream, who is this seeing off?

Suddenly, my heart felt sweet, and I coughed suddenly, and a dull red flower bloomed on the lavender Lopa.

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