The Spirit World

Chapter 84 Wuwu
Why... do you have to remind me of... those times... that have passed?
In this empty sea of ​​consciousness, there is clearly nothing, yet it seems as if all the memories about myself are there.

The scenes in my memory flashed back in the void, and those treasured memories appeared one by one.

On the star-filled Bridge of the Gods, he was a man of high spirits, with black hair and long clothes. He preferred black, and his black eyes were full of affection... That was where she and he met for the first time. Everything was so unreal. An angel and a demon met in such a beautiful and fantastic scene, with white feathers scattered, frozen in time, called eternity.

The spreading lightning exploded in the sky. I have never seen such gentle eyes. Even when the chest was pierced by lightning, he was still looking at himself. Those eyes with starlight in despair looked at everything gently. I know his sadness, the long-standing betrayal, even if he did it for the future of everyone.

【Gurgle gurgle gurgle】

The sea of ​​consciousness began to penetrate her mouth and nose, as if she had woken up in the sea of ​​consciousness, and everything that was still began to flow again, including time.

Lin'er raised her head. A ray of light shone in from above, shining on the scar on her right forehead, becoming brighter and brighter. Even in such a deep sea, a burning sensation spread across her right forehead. The scar gradually dissipated, and was replaced by a white plum blossom mark blooming beautifully on her right forehead. Lin'er stared at the almost brilliant light and slowly swam upwards. In this dark ocean, it was like a lighthouse, guiding her. She had an illusion that the light would disappear as soon as she reached the surface of the sea, and she would be nowhere to be found.

The white light shone on her jade-like face, and her purple pupils lit up slightly.

Another memory flashed back into his mind. It was a golden palace, connected by endless stairs to everything that had disappeared into the clouds. It was such a beautiful world, but he could only stare at it foolishly. He told himself that perhaps he could have his own, small, place there.

Almost reaching the sea surface...

She swam upwards; her posture was not graceful, but her whole body was spotless white, and began to glow in the black sea of ​​consciousness. Her luminous wings suddenly spread open, and she leaped out at once, like a running koi, crossing the sea level and arriving on earth.

Lin'er looked around. It was pitch black all around, just like the seabed she had just swam out of. The light did not disappear, but flickered, as if to guide her direction again. The light flashed by, and there was no time to think. Lin'er was flying over the sea, following the footsteps of the light. She bent her hands with protection to guard against the dangers that might arise in the darkness, or in other words, all the fears hidden in the darkness.

The light stopped and shone on the calm sea surface. A completely white chair stood there. It was a figure whose face could not be seen clearly. His left foot was crossed on the left armrest. Lin'er could feel the man's extremely disdainful eyes. The absolute arrogance made Lin'er dare not go forward again. However, a familiar feeling forced her to go forward again.

"Are you awake?" The voice was very contemptuous, without any other emotions. The shadow seemed to be wearing a gorgeous dress, with its sleeves clearly resting on the sea surface. The voice from the shadow made Lin'er a little unbelievable.
It's...he...

"Why are you here?" Lin'er stood still on the surface of the sea of ​​consciousness, her liquid wings folded and dissipated. She looked at him with bright eyes, her beautiful eyebrows slightly narrowed, and she was very confused.

"Why... can't I come and see you?" He didn't look at her, but played with two small green stones in his hand. He raised his right foot and placed it on the right armrest. He leaned like a beautiful woman lying elegantly on the light seat. Even though his words were playful, he still had a smile on his face.

"..." Lin'er slowly approached. She couldn't see the figure sitting in the seat clearly. She didn't want to believe the familiar voice she hadn't heard for a long time, even if it sounded like her. She said angrily, "It's obvious that my sea of ​​consciousness doesn't welcome you, doesn't it?"

He suddenly looked at her, crushed two stones that were emitting strange green light, and said coldly: "Of course I know, so I will leave soon, don't worry. For me, the consciousness of a little angel is so boring and even tedious that I can't muster any energy at all."

"Then take care. I won't see you off..." Lin'er also said in a cold tone, imitating his. The teasing sounded funny when it came out of her mouth.

He stood up, with both feet landing on the ground at the same time. He supported himself with his right hand and stood up. The white chair disappeared in an instant, and his gorgeous clothes were all shadows without any discernible patterns or designs. It was like a pitch-black hole, swallowing up all the light.

"By the way, since you have recovered your memory, it's better to stay away from your so-called Brother Yufeng. Every time I see you calling him Brother Yufeng, it always makes people feel uncomfortable, as if you can really accompany her through this life..." He slowly walked in front of her and looked into her eyes. He looked down at her, as if he had a breath that Lin'er could not feel.

"That's my business...it's none of your business..." Lin'er moved her face away, but her body was unable to move. She felt as if she was suffocating due to the oppressive feeling of his breath. Apart from turning her face away, she couldn't do anything else. She smiled jokingly, "Compared to this, you should cherish the time when you are unsealed...it would be funny if you had any evil thoughts and were sealed by the gods again!" These words seemed to have angered him. His face looked very bad, but he didn't make any movement. She couldn't see his face and didn't know what his expression was now.

"Lin'er..." he said.

She was stunned for a moment and did not respond. After so many years, she was a little dazed to hear the name coming from his mouth again. Suddenly, she heard those distant calls.

"Lin'er!" On the star-filled bridge, he said this name and it sounded unexpectedly nice.

"Lin'er..." In this golden palace looking out toward the human world, on the stairs of clouds, he told himself that this was once his hometown.

"Lin'er?" In the sky full of furious thunder, the lightning pierced through his chest, and he called his own name softly in surprise.

She turned around suddenly to look at him. He was already walking slowly behind her. The sea of ​​consciousness was bottomless, and ripples appeared under his feet.

"I know this is impossible... But I still hope to go back to the past, back to the time when all of you hadn't betrayed me." He said, putting his hands behind his back, walking slowly like a stern old man, and turning into dots of white light.

"You can't go back...right?"

He left this message for her, or for everyone.

She turned around, looking at the drifting white lights in a daze. She suddenly felt as if a knife was held to her heart, and every word of those words cut into her heart. She felt weak and almost collapsed on the sea. The light dissipated, and the sea of ​​consciousness and everything became empty and dark again.

She thought of the shadow of the boy in her mind, and everything was that boy. Everything was dark except for his loneliness.

【birdcage】

Meng An Tapir quietly slipped in, his long nose and small body swaying and wandering on the edge of the cage. Lin'er was still sleeping, floating on the top of the cage. She looked like she had fallen into the deep sea, her limbs weakly falling down. The top of the cage had a slowly healing black frame, making a sizzling sound.

The young man in white was still wrestling with the young man in black. They had completely lost their spiritual power or supernatural powers and were just fighting each other with punches, and every punch was almost fatal.

A group of smaller Meng'an tapirs followed behind the Meng'an tapir stupidly and cutely. They walked up quietly, step by step, approaching the position of the sleeping Lin'er. They twisted their long noses and sucked Lin'er to their side little by little. Some of the smaller Meng'an tapirs had their faces flushed from sucking so much. They were all swollen and red, and almost suffocated.

"Is this really okay?" The old doctor looked at the sleeping Erica and then at He Chao who had his eyes closed, feeling a little worried.

"It's okay, grandma, don't worry, the woodcutter was rescued in the end!" Green spiritual power surged through He Chao's body. He closed his eyes, but he seemed to see everything on the white screen.

"If that's the case, I can naturally rest assured." The old doctor looked at the two young men, one black and one white, fighting with their fists, and nodded.

(End of this chapter)