8 The Dream Begins
“Tick-tick-tick-tick-”
Hua Lang opened her eyes drowsily, her eyelids seemed to weigh several pounds. She blinked very slowly before her vision gradually focused.
red……
Blood everywhere...
Hua Lang was tied to the rack. From her lowered vision, she could only see her blood-stained lower body, the dark red floor tiles, and... a piece of spotless white clothing in front of her.
Next to the hem of the clothes, the tip of a sword was lightly touching the ground, and strands of blood were flowing down from the sword.
Vision awakens numb perception.
A pain that was both tearing everything apart and chilling to the bone spread from his feet to the top of his head. Under this extreme pain, Hua Lang woke up completely.
“Tick-tick-tick-tick-”
This is the sound of my own blood dripping on the ground.
What's going on?
She was sitting in Fengyou Palace just a second ago, how come she ended up in this damn place the moment she opened her eyes?
Hua Lang thought of the antidote, withdrew half of his thoughts, and guessed dully, could it be the effect of the phantom poison?
But the illusion of poisons weaves dreams, so how can there be any sense of pain in a dream?
Before she could figure it out, the man in white holding the sword suddenly laughed foolishly.
The laughter echoed in the dark and narrow stone chamber, becoming louder and louder, even to the point of madness.
Hua Lang, the only spectator, had no intention of appreciating such a strange scene. She used all her strength to resist the pain.
The man in white was laughing when he suddenly started coughing, as if he wanted to cough out all his internal organs. After a while, the stone chamber returned to silence, with only the slightly heavy breathing of the man in white remaining.
"Master... only if you die can the debt you owe me be repaid."
Master?
Hua Lang frowned. What was he talking about?
That gloomy and tender voice continued slowly, "This time, it should be foolproof. The time is almost here..."
His voice gradually faded until it became silent.
As soon as the tip of the sword scraped across the floor tiles, he lifted it up. The sword trembled, and he suddenly became emotional. "No... Not enough, not enough!"
"You owe me something, and even if you die, you can't repay it! It's all because of you. If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up like this..."
Hua Lang realized what he wanted to do and couldn't help but shudder. The white-clothed man's gradually approaching steps seemed to step on her heartstrings, making her heart beat like a drum.
I encountered deep well ice!
In extreme anger and fear, Hua Lang's lips trembled slightly, and he cursed weakly:
"...You're sick, get out of here!!"
In the end, the white color was still covered with flowers.
A pair of pale and thin hands gently but resolutely lifted Hua Lang's face, and the thumb caressed Hua Lang's cheek lovingly. This side was still warm, while the other hand had already ruthlessly raised the sword.
As his powerlessly lowered head was lifted up, Hua Lang's gaze moved upwards... At the moment when he was about to see the face of the person in front of him clearly -
Something cold passed before his eyes, and a white light flashed - everything seemed to slow down. Hua Lang saw a round object flying from the side, with a long chain following its tail. The shape was very familiar.
The man in white uttered a very shallow "Hmm?"
He suddenly loosened his grip and stepped back.
Then there was the sound of iron colliding and scraping, and a few wisps of air passed over Hua Lang's cheek. Hua Lang could even feel the thin sword brushing against her body several times.
Hua Lang wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but even though his wrist was scratched and felt a stinging pain, he was unable to pull his hand out of the rope.
A crisp sound of chain friction was heard, and a piece of iron chain flew clearly past Hua Lang's field of vision. Hua Lang immediately reacted and realized that it was a meteor hammer!
Without caring about anything else, Hua Lang hurriedly tried to summon Tianshu Di.
...After a while, there was no movement.
Hua Lang did not give up. He held his breath and concentrated, trying to call Tian Shu with his spiritual energy.
But the spiritual energy in her body at this moment was like a river that had encountered a severe drought. The river was full of cracks, and there were only small puddles and a few jumping fish in the empty riverbed.
Her efforts to mobilize spiritual energy failed, and instead she vomited blood again.
Haven't I always fed you well with my spiritual energy? Why did you fail at the crucial moment?
Hua Lang coughed up the blood in her throat in despair and made up her mind that she would replace Tian Shu once she got out of this hellhole.
Playing the suona and beating the drum are nothing compared to your life!
While Hua Lang was working hard here and doing a lot of useless work, the man in white had already laughed softly, the sound of a sword pierced his ears, and then a heavy object fell to the ground.
"Master, you never wanted to hurt me before. You have really changed."
The man in white kicked the meteor hammer, which was almost broken in half and whose protective spirit formation was also damaged. It rolled in front of Hua Lang.
Hua Lang had never seen such a shameless person.
You're going to kill me, and I can't fight back, right?
If Hua Lang had the strength, he would have told him loudly: Your master doesn't just want to hurt you, I want to skin you alive!
The man in white didn't care whether Hua Lang could reply or not, and continued to talk to himself, "Master, don't worry. These fools can't hurt me. Once I remove your eyeballs as a souvenir, you can go on your journey with peace of mind..."
Hua Lang felt cold sweat oozing out of every inch of his skin when he heard this. He wished he could break through right on the spot, slap this pervert in the face, and then hold his eyes and ask him if it was fun.
Finally, with her efforts, Kongming Linghai was connected to a magical weapon!
Thick at the top and thin at the bottom, the plain exterior is covered with iron nails, with a weed hanging on the nails. Is this... a mace?
The cold hand touched Hua Lang's cheek again.
Hua Lang shuddered, not caring about anything else, and bit his hand, while shouting "Mace" in the spiritual sea.
Hua Lang's eyes were filled with tears from the pain. It seemed like she bit into something hard, almost breaking her teeth.
Whose good person’s ring is concave and hollow?
Hua Lang's teeth hit the hollow groove of the ring, but this also made her bite the white-clothed man's hand tightly.
In a panic, Hua Lang shouted "mace" several times in his mind. At the same time that the man in white's hand froze, several muffled groans were heard.
It works!
Before she could show off her skills with a stick and a hammer, everything suddenly became quiet. The hand that Hua Lang had been biting tightly disappeared out of thin air, causing her to almost lose her grip and bite her tongue.
Hua Lang closed his eyes and called out to the mace... There was no movement, and even the connection to the spiritual sea gradually faded.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of shattering mirrors could be heard, like a twisting kaleidoscope or the fluttering wings of a butterfly, and the illusion disappeared.
The darkness faded and Hua Lang slowly opened his eyes.
Outside the window, birds were jumping and pecking at the mud under the leaves. Occasionally, they tilted their heads to observe Hua Lang sleeping by the window. When they saw Hua Lang stand up, they immediately flew onto the branches and chirped.
Beneath the branches, the scarlet flowers shed their morning dew and unfold their petals in the morning sun. Cranes are flying in groups of two or three to Qingzhu Peak, and their falling feathers are not stained by dust.
It was an ordinary morning.
Hua Lang leaned against the window frame, spread out his hands, a wisp of green smoke disappeared from his fingertips, the illusion of poison left, and the sound of the dream shattering was still in his ears.
She stared at the thin layer of sweat on her arms.
He raised his hand to cover his chest and felt his heart beating rapidly under his palm.
[Host? You're up so early! Is the cafeteria opening early for dinner today?]
001 just woke up and yawned, but didn't notice anything unusual about her.
"001," Hua Lang said in a deep voice.
【What's wrong, host? 】
001 sensed the unusual atmosphere at the moment from these three short words and immediately became serious.
Hua Lang groaned, straightening his neck and looking up at the sky, saying sadly, "I've decided to read fewer yandere novels in the future."
001: Huh?
I really don't understand you humans.
After Hua Lang finished feeling sad, he poured himself a cup of cold tea.
He drank it hurriedly and headed straight for Wuling Peak.
*
Different from the other peaks which are covered with clouds and moon and have a fairy-like and magnificent view as far as the eye can see, Wuling Peak is located next to Qijing Peak, between the inner and outer gates. It is lined with bamboo and wooden medical clinics, which are simple and unpretentious. People coming and going are all in casual clothes. The mud on the ground is trampled tightly and not a single blade of grass can grow.
The entire peak was divided into eight areas, each with a type of medical clinic based on the severity of internal and external injuries. There were countless bamboo houses, and except for a piece of land at the top of the peak, the rest of the area was fully occupied.
As for the top of the mountain, it is naturally taken care of by Gong Huaqiu, the master of the peak.
Hua Lang originally planned to go straight to the top of the mountain, but was stopped as soon as he arrived at the entrance of Wuling Peak.
After the young disciple who stopped her checked her identity, he respectfully said, "Junior Master, please open your storage ring for us to check."
Although Hua Lang was puzzled, he still opened the spiritual ring obediently.
The young disciple then took out a strange magical tool with a round shape and a mesh bottom, and swept it over everything in the spiritual energy ring.
Hua Lang asked, "What are you doing?"
The young disciple explained, "Uncle Junior Master, fighting is forbidden within Wuling Peak. Anyone entering the peak will have their weapons sealed with this restriction."
"After the ban is imposed, the weapon cannot be used?" Hua Lang was a little surprised and couldn't help but look at the disc magic weapon a few more times.
It looks ordinary, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful.
The young disciple shook his head, "Of course not."
"After the ban is placed, if weapons are used within Wuling Peak, the information about the fighter, weapon type, and time of the fight will be automatically recorded. If no appeal is completed within three days, the case will be handed over to the Criminal Law Hall."
Hua Lang:?
She was greatly shocked and then asked, "What's the point of this? If someone wants to fight privately, can't they just use spiritual energy? Who would deliberately use some kind of weapon to hit... someone?"
Looking at the young disciple's serious expression, Hua Lang's voice became lower and lower.
Is there really someone who does this? And it seems there's more than one person who does this.
There were things in the Hualang Ring in a mess, and it took a while to break all the restrictions one by one.
Having been delayed for so long at the foot of the mountain, Hua Lang took back the storage ring without even looking at it and quickly walked into Wuling Peak.
Seeing Hua Lang walking away, another disciple standing next to the young disciple poked him on the shoulder with envy on his face:
"I envy you so much for being able to be so close to Junior Master."
Then he asked in a low voice, "Hey, but speaking of which, when you were checking, did you see Junior Master's Tianshu Flute?"
She was really curious about what the magic flute that was rumored to be going crazy in the outer sect looked like!
According to legend, on that day, Junior Master Uncle descended from the sky holding a flute and subdued the big monster that broke into Qinglai with one move. Under the light of day, Junior Master Uncle's grace and demeanor were unmatched.
There are also rumors that if the junior uncle holds this flute, he can be as powerful as three sword array talismans. Even the head of the sect has to bow down to this move.
The young disciple shook his head. "I didn't see it, but that's normal. Don't forget, although Junior-Master has just entered Qinglai, she has already reached Golden Core Perfection. She must have stored the Tianshu Flute in her Spiritual Sea, so why would she keep it in her storage ring?"
Upon hearing this, the other young disciple could only nod regretfully and leave.
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