Chapter 56 Back in Another World If I could receive this kind of treatment when I'm seventy or eighty years old...
The bright red blood droplets that fell to the floor were slowly sliding down, forming a simple picture—an electric car.
It's not a complete vehicle; it only has the front, rear, and one wheel, but you can still tell it's an electric car.
The long-absent supernatural ability has reappeared—wasn't it supposed to only appear when entering the Black Castle? Why?
"Oh dear, Lana, why is your hand bleeding so much?" Mom exclaimed as she got up upon hearing the noise, put on her coat, and pushed open the door.
"I just broke a bowl."
Why don't you use a broom to clean it up?
"I forgot."
Half the night passed by amidst bandaging my wound and my mother's nagging...
The next morning, I sat alone on a bench in the central garden of the community, watching the occasional electric scooter pass by, wondering if the prophecy was referring to this particular scooter.
But as the cars passed by, nothing happened.
It wasn't until almost noon, when my mother texted me to come home for lunch, that I slowly stood up.
I don't know why, but I've been feeling dazed since midnight last night.
"Auntie, watch out!" The bicycle bell rang, and a little girl of about ten years old almost hit me on her bicycle. I moved aside slightly, and she brushed past me.
But instead of waking me up, I felt a wave of dizziness.
He was still walking a little unsteadily.
As I rounded a narrow corner, I heard a shout: "Get out of the way!"
I felt dizzy and had no time to react. My vision blurred, and a guy in a yellow food delivery uniform riding an electric scooter came hurtling towards me out of control...
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The soft music, the strong smell of alcohol, and the loud laughter of men and women woke me up.
I barely opened my eyes, and the murals of men and women, exuding the aroma of meat, came into view.
The walls were covered with these murals, including the ceiling.
Vibrant colors, lifelike, and exquisite craftsmanship.
Yes, describing it as a masterpiece is no exaggeration; it's so realistic it feels like it's happening right in front of you...
I stared in disbelief, knowing at the same time that I had returned to another world, as could be seen from the clothing and figures in the painting.
A group of handsome young men in thongs walked past me, flirting and laughing, but they didn't even glance at me.
I looked at myself in horror—I thought I had turned into a fireplace too, otherwise how could I be ignored?
But my arms are arms, my legs are legs, I'm clearly a human being, and I'm wearing a modern white halter dress. I pinched my thigh, and it hurt terribly.
I understood it quickly.
Five or six steps away from me, there was a girl lying on the ground, disheveled with her arms and legs exposed. She seemed to be drunk, and I could smell a strong odor of alcohol on her. A few steps further away, there were two more girls lying on the ground with messy long hair, almost half-naked, and I could smell a strong odor of alcohol from them as well.
I was treated as one of them.
I stood up, leaning against the wall, and carefully stepped over the unconscious girls lying on the ground, leaving the dimly lit corridor filled with the aroma of meat.
After crossing seven or eight, I reached the end of the corridor.
The scorching air and scorching wind made me feel like I was in another world.
Because all I've ever smelled is the ice and snow of another world.
But here—
The sun blazed brightly, the gardens were magnificent, the dining tables were lavish, maids in sheer veils came and went, and men and women frolicked in the pool. The men were mostly humble, and the women were mostly arrogant.
A handsome young man carefully held a wine glass to the lips of a beautiful young woman. The woman took a small sip and then sprayed the wine onto the boy's face. The boy smiled apologetically and offered to get her another glass of wine.
I also saw a gorgeously dressed old woman in her seventies or eighties appear at the entrance of the garden. Several muscular men with bare arms and wearing black thongs rushed to greet her. She even kissed the most handsome of the muscular men on the lips.
I was stunned.
Just then, a waitress carrying a tray walked past me, glancing at me curiously a few times, and I realized that my clothes were different.
I rushed into the corridor, picked up a piece of clothing belonging to a drunk girl that had been thrown on the ground, and changed into it as quickly as possible in a secluded corner.
When she slipped back into the garden, the glamorous old woman was already surrounded by a group of handsome men, like a star being fawned over.
I couldn't help but feel moved. If I could receive such treatment when I'm seventy or eighty, I would die without regrets.
I casually picked up an empty plate and pretended to clear away the leftovers from the table to conceal my true identity.
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Author's Note: Thank you everyone, sorry for the wait! I made the list this week, and the pressure of writing 20,000 words is almost unbearable!
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