Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Just as the three were about to be attacked by the monster, Su Jianyang felt the pendant on his neck vibrating violently. He immediately called for the three to gather around him. The rapidly vibrating pendant seemed to contain immense energy, and the vibration of this energy gradually became stronger.
Amidst the pendant's energy vibration, a powerful burst of light erupted, enveloping the three as if some mysterious force was at work. Their vision quickly blurred, feeling as if they were caught in a whirlwind. In the blink of an eye, the surroundings had undergone a tremendous change.
The wooden houses on both sides of the street are dilapidated, with tightly closed doors and windows, resembling precarious buildings on the verge of collapse. The once bustling market now only has a few barren stalls selling insignificant groceries. The young have long departed in search of a better life, leaving behind only the elderly and a few families unwilling to leave.
The bars that were once crowded with workers and merchants are now empty, with the only sound being the songs playing from an old record player inside, mixed with occasional cries of passing cats or dogs.
The air is filled with a mixture of the smell of rust, leaves, and damp soil, emanating from the neglected mines and forests over the years. Occasionally, a gust of cold wind blows through, carrying the distant echoes of collapsing mines, as if it were the final lament of this small town.
Meanwhile, the occasional street lamp and the lights in the houses serve as a reminder that people used to live here.
Su Jianyang showed a wry smile and said to Wu Cheng, "It seems that this amulet not only repels demons, but also brings us back to reality."
Yang Jing then joked, "Great detective, we are really lucky to have returned safely to Qing Town." This thrilling journey had left them mentally exhausted, and now that they were back in the small town, they still couldn't completely release the pressure. Wu Cheng was panting, feeling that his body was somewhat out of control, and then suddenly collapsed to the ground.
When Wu Cheng woke up again, Yang Jing's frivolous words were still echoing in his ears, but soon he found himself in a pure white space. There were no terrifying illusions here, no monsters or dark invasions. He could feel a calmness he had never experienced before, as if he were in a carefree dream. Wu Cheng was puzzled, where was this place?
He sat gently on the floor, feeling the tranquility. His thoughts began to wander, recalling the various experiences he had in the past days. How long had it been since he had a good night's sleep? Fifteen? Or thirteen years? Time seemed to blur in this space, and he no longer felt the heavy pressure of reality. Wu Cheng kept asking himself many questions, and then suddenly he realized how long it had been since he had rested properly. This moment of tranquility became the rest he so desperately needed.
In the half-dream and half-awake state, a drop of thick liquid fell on the tip of his nose. He reached out to touch it and was shocked to see that it was a drop of blood, thick and dark red in color. Following the direction of the blood drop, he looked up at the ceiling, where more blood had gathered and quickly stained the pure white space.
The smell of rust filled the air, stimulating his senses. Wu Cheng felt his heart racing, realizing that the calmness here was not real, but rather a more terrifying state. He stood up, his back against the wall, watching as the drops of blood fell and the bloodstains gradually spread, coloring the entire space red.
The terrifying reality once again enveloped him, and he felt the fear and unease in his heart. What was all this? His thoughts began to blur, and he tried to leave this bloody space, but no matter how he moved, he seemed unable to find an exit.
In this sea of blood, his heartbeat grew louder and louder, and the smell of blood made him feel suffocated. He tried to shout out loud, but no sound came out. He was deeply trapped in this sea of blood, as if unable to escape.
Wu Cheng's mood became extremely anxious, and he struggled constantly, trying to find a glimmer of hope. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the bloody encirclement. The sense of terror spread little by little, and soon an endless sea of blood gradually approached him, gradually engulfing him, his breath and cries gradually disappearing in the blood. However, just as his consciousness was about to sink completely into the sea of blood, a strange and deep voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
"You can't escape at all," the voice was full of mockery and strangeness, as if it came from the depths of hell, "Only by walking the crimson path, stepping onto the path filled with flesh and suffering, perhaps, you will find a shred of peace."
After this sound, a burst of evil laughter echoed in the sea of blood, like a ghostly howl, filling the entire space with the terrifying laughter.
Wu Cheng struggled in the sea of blood, his heart filled with despair and fear. The pressure of the blood sea made it difficult for him to breathe, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred. He tried hard to break free, but it seemed hopeless.
In the end, in a crimson light, Wu Cheng felt his consciousness gradually fading, his vision blurred, and he finally fainted in the sea of blood. When he woke up again, Wu Cheng found himself in a small compartment. He felt sweat on his head and tried to wipe it away with his hand, only to find that his hands were chained together, unable to move freely.
The sound of handcuffs woke up Su Jianyang and Yang Jing, and they also woke up from their sleep. Su Jianyang raised his head, looked at Wu Cheng, and said softly, "Finally woke up, I'm sorry, I have to do this."
Wu Cheng was somewhat puzzled and asked, "Why?"
However, just as Su Jianyang was about to explain, Yang Jing interrupted him. "You know, your truth, you should have remembered it, right?" Yang Jing's voice carried a hint of doubt.
Wu Cheng's brows furrowed slightly as he tried hard to recall. There seemed to be some vague images floating in his mind, but they were difficult to grasp.
"The truth?" Wu Cheng murmured to himself, trying to sort out his thoughts.
Su Jianyang deeply looked at him and said, "Wu Cheng, you have reached a point of no return, you must face your past."
Wu Cheng struggled to recall, as time passed, the fragments in his mind gradually pieced together into a picture. He remembered his past experiences, the memories that had been sealed deep inside now finally revealed.
His face turned pale, and he closed his eyes in agony, as if struggling against some immense pressure.
"It's time to face it, Wu Cheng," Yang Jing's voice rang out again.
Wu Cheng took a deep breath and finally opened his eyes, his gaze filled with determination.
"I will tell you all how everything happened." Wu Cheng's voice was firm, as he decided to confront his past shadows, no matter what that might mean.
Comment 0 Comment Count