"It's me." Qian Ning was stunned, and then her cold tone was finally tinged with an imperceptible tenderness.
I felt that the development of the situation was a bit confusing. I looked around and found myself back on the ninth floor of the Drum Tower, but I didn't see Jack.
My heart tightened, and I looked up nervously and asked, "What did you do to Jack? Where is he?"
Qian Ning was stunned for a moment, the light in her eyes suddenly extinguished, then she smiled at me and shook her head, saying, "Don't worry, he has returned to your original world, and this place you are in will disappear soon."
disappear?
I was stunned and looked at her subconsciously, but found that there was no haze in her eyes, but instead a bright feeling.
So...because of his intervention, the course of events really changed?
"This place has disappeared, what will you do?" After a long silence, I asked somewhat embarrassedly.
"Do you know what the eye of the formation is?" Qian Ning smiled again and asked me back.
I was stunned for a moment, looked into her bright eyes, and suddenly said, "I don't know."
"I am the center of the formation. Only when I disappear can you return to your world." Qian Ning said this, but the smile on her face never changed.
"This deserted island was originally an ordinary island. Many years ago, I became a ghost because of the general. My ghost lingered here and refused to leave, so there were so many supernatural things happening." Qian Ning didn't seem to want my answer. She just talked to herself. As for what she said and what the meaning was, perhaps only she knew.
"Actually, I don't hate the general. I hate myself more, because from the beginning to the end... I have never thought of resisting." Qian Ning spoke in a low voice, and no emotion could be heard.
"But you are different. At the moment of your death, the moment you decided to send me away, I was unwilling and wanted to resist, and I did so. Although it was futile, at least I tried my best." Qian Ning said with a distant look in her eyes.
I suddenly recalled the days and nights we spent together during those two years. Back then, I really couldn't differentiate between her young age and her fierce ghostly nature. Now it seems that they are so similar.
Just as stubborn, just as reckless in doing things.
I like Qian Ning like that, even though I approached her with a purpose from the beginning. And the Qian Ning in front of me, although she vaguely resembles the one in my memory, still makes me unconsciously feel a little wary.
"Have those people gone back too?" I asked again after a long while.
We all know that those people are those who died on this island.
"Yes, that's right." Qian Ning nodded.
There was no speech for a moment. I stood in front of her awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say.
"After the island disappears, everyone's memory will be erased. Will you... forget me?" Qian Ning finally broke the silence. She looked up at me. For some reason, her thin body made me feel an inexplicable persistence at this moment.
What to insist on?
I lowered my eyes slightly and stared at her for a long moment before I tried to speak in a calm and relaxed tone, "Yes, since everyone does, I can't avoid it either. But... during those two years, I really liked you."
Qian Ning's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up when she heard what I said, and then her body gradually became transparent until it turned into millions of pieces.
My vision went dark and I passed out.
early morning.
The city streets were bustling with traffic. I listened to the noisy sounds outside and was almost moved to tears by the long-lost noise. I wiped my eyes in confusion, cursed under my breath, and rushed into the bathroom.
I go to work, eat, sleep and go back home as normal, but I always feel like something is missing.
Everything is obviously normal, I have been living like this for many years, but I just feel like something is missing, my heart is empty. Sometimes when I walk on the road, I will inexplicably feel that someone is following me, but when I turn around, I find that there is no one there.
When I sleep, I often dream of a beautiful and exquisite baby, calling me daddy in a baby voice. At that time, my heart feels like it is being stabbed by needles, and the pain makes it difficult for me to breathe.
Sometimes, a monster would appear. It had a centipede's body, a scorpion's tail, and a pair of human eyes. Those eyes always looked at me with a sad look. At that time, an indescribable guilt would surge in my heart, almost drowning me.
The days passed by seemingly ordinary yet strangely.
Until one day, when I was changing clothes, a candlestick suddenly fell out of my pocket, and my movements of changing clothes suddenly froze.
My heart started beating wildly involuntarily.
It seems... this candlestick has a special meaning to me, but I have never seen it before.
I bent down and picked it up from the ground. The texture in my hand felt like fine krypton gold, cold to the touch and with a heavy force.
There is also a hint of... familiarity?
I put it in front of the bed and lit it. Looking at the small piece of candle left inside, I thought it would burn out in a while, so I fell on the bed and fell asleep peacefully.
However, when he woke up the next morning, he found that the candle was still burning and the size of the candle inside had not changed at all.
I was suddenly shocked. Could it be that there was something fishy about this candlestick?
Doubts arose in my mind, and I raised my hand to pick it up and throw it away, but I found that it seemed to be stuck to the bedside table. No matter how hard I tried, it didn't move at all.
My anger was instantly ignited, and I raised my hand to move the bedside table, but found that I couldn't even move the bedside table.
Could it be that I really encountered an evil spirit?
The candlesticks and bedside tables could not be moved, and I couldn't possibly tear down the house as well. I wasn't afraid of ghosts anyway, so I stared at it sinisterly for a while and then just let it go.
The candlestick was lit at the head of my bed day and night for three years.
One night three years later, I felt in my dream that a soft body suddenly crawled into my arms. I subconsciously reached out to hug it, and the touch of skin under my palms was as smooth as cream, which made me linger unconsciously.
After a night of erotic dreams, I slept until I woke up naturally the next day. When I opened my eyes, my heartbeat hadn't even calmed down. I pursed my lips and looked to the side, and saw a furry little head huddled in the quilt next to me.
I was startled and jumped off the bed reflexively, only to find that I was not wearing anything. My violent movement pulled the quilt off the bed, revealing the ambiguous appearance of the girl on the bed.
So last night wasn’t a wet dream?
Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly met a pair of familiar eyes, and those forgotten memories instantly flooded into my mind.
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