I feel like I'm stuck in a fog, not knowing where I am or what to do.
My body seemed to feel very heavy, and my head hurt particularly badly.
It hurts as if it's about to break apart.
Where am I?
What's wrong with me?
Sijiu was confused and panicked.
She didn't want to stay in this place, she wanted to leave.
But I couldn’t see anything, and I didn’t know if taking a step forward would lead me into an abyss.
Why do I have to go through this?
Why me?
'Why don't you just die?'
'Why don't you just die—'
"Die, death will free you—"
The whispers started again.
Si Jiu wanted to squat down with his head in his hands, but he was ashamed of himself for becoming increasingly weak.
She bit her lip tightly and said, "I don't care what kind of monster you are. I'm not afraid of you."
"I won't be bewitched by you."
"Shut up. Shut up!"
The sound suddenly became louder, as if countless people were talking into her ears.
"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell—"
"Look, there's a beautiful knife in front of you. Do you see it? Isn't it beautiful?"
What a beautiful work of art! Yes, pick it up and stick it on your skin, near the blood vessels. Just press it gently and you won't feel any pain...'
[Daddy…can’t…wake up…too late…don’t listen…be careful…mirror——]
The sound stopped abruptly.
This tender and soft voice was completely different from those voices that instigated her to die. Not only were the words different, but the intimacy it gave to Sijiu was also unique.
Si Jiu suddenly shuddered, and the fog in front of him seemed to be frightened and stirred violently.
Si Jiu felt a splitting headache and felt dizzy. He even seemed to hear a few "clicking" sounds in his head, as if something really had cracked.
She took a deep breath as if she had been deprived of oxygen for a long time and suddenly got oxygen, then woke up.
But Si Jiu, who had just woken up, was so scared that he almost suffocated.
She found that this was a very spacious living room. She sat on a high-back chair, which was located in the center of a large round table. There was a circle of chairs placed around the round table. At this time, those chairs were empty. On the table opposite each chair, there was a cup of steaming tea quietly placed.
Sijiu's heart was beating very fast, a very abnormal speed.
She counted and found that there were exactly twelve chairs.
In this scene, it feels like she is the food, waiting for the fate of being divided and eaten.
"Wang Zirui..."
When she shouted, she realized that her throat was tight because she was too nervous and scared.
She was still in a state of weakness, which prevented her from standing up and leaving the chair. She couldn't even pinch herself to see if she was dreaming again.
"What the hell are you doing? Come out. Come out—"
No one answered.
Her voice even resonated like an echo in this rather empty hall.
This only increased her panic.
Just when Si Jiu was on the verge of collapse again, a soft light suddenly appeared on a chair in front of her, and then a mirror appeared in front of her out of thin air.
The mirror reflected Si Jiu's current appearance.
She sat weakly on a high-back chair, wearing a snow-white dress, looking over in panic, with a face full of fear and anxiety.
But soon, Si Jiu discovered that her expression in the mirror had changed.
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