Chapter 90: The Third Item: Copper Coin Dream Catcher
Chen Li sat there in silence until dawn.
The ray of sunlight came through the skylight and illuminated his face.
Warm and bright.
But short-lived.
It was as if something covered the sky and the whole world suddenly became dark.
The sun suddenly disappeared, and then there was a loud sound of collapse in the sky.
Deafening.
“The sky is falling!”
"how so!"
Everyone was shrouded in the sudden darkness, and the sounds of crying and screaming merged into one.
At this point, the jailers were in chaos, trying to save themselves, so they had no time to care about the people in prison.
The door of the cell was locked. Chen Li waited there for a while, but Tai Xiao did not show up.
So he slowly stood up, stretched out his hand and gently touched the wall behind him, muttering: "Break!"
The wall collapsed instantly.
A fishy wind rushed into the room and blew out the candle.
Chen Li walked out into the darkness and the fishy wind.
He stood on the high city wall and watched innocent people fleeing everywhere.
It was too dark, so dark that the candle that had just been lit was blown out in an instant. In the darkness, even the stars in the sky quietly hid themselves.
Only in four places was there still light.
Chen Li raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the copper tripod furnace closest to him.
In order to get light, in order to see more clearly, even at this moment, the furnace is burning fiercely.
People gathered towards the only place where they could see light.
Chen Li bit his finger and drew a talisman in the air. A blue talisman sank into his eyes.
Now, even in the dark, he could see clearly.
The sky of this world has indeed collapsed.
At first, there was just a small hole in the southeast corner, and countless smoke mixed with resentment gathered towards the hole, attracting bad things.
Two giant claws covered with blue-black blood vessels were now outside the sky, tearing the hole with all their might, as if they had smelled a mouth-watering odor and couldn't wait to come in.
But the body of that thing is too huge, and it will take some time to break through the sky.
Shen Li couldn't see the whole picture of that thing.
But - one thing is certain.
Even if it was him, he would not be able to compete with that thing unless he gave everything he had and risked his life.
Tai Xiao stood on the furnace platform, seemed to sense that Shen Li was about to take action, and looked far away in the direction of Shen Li.
He was facing the fishy wind and his emotions became more and more excited.
“Let all of you gather together, and do not be afraid, for he will save us.”
He took out a thick stack of portraits that he had already drawn, and threw them down at his feet in the wind.
The panicked civilians picked up the portrait and looked at it again and again in the light emitted by the bronze furnace.
"who is he?"
"It says his name is Shen Li, and he's the one who can save us!"
"What a joke! The sky has collapsed, even gods can't save it. How can he be more powerful than gods? I don't believe it anyway."
The tears on the face of the woman holding the child were still wet. She clutched the paper tightly in despair, as if trying to remember the face of the man in the portrait. She murmured to her husband, "But, at this time, who can we trust?"
She carefully folded the portrait, placed it in the baby's swaddling clothes, pressed it against her son's chest, and began to pray.
At the same time, all over the world, as if it had been planned in advance, portraits of Shen Li were distributed everywhere after the incident.
Some people stick his portrait on their doors, or fold it up and keep it close to their bodies like a talisman.
Chen Li could feel some power of faith slowly gathering towards him.
Even though his whole body was filled with strength, his expression at the moment still did not seem relaxed.
In fact, for the first time in his life, Chen Li could use the word "bad" to describe his current situation.
This time, Tai Xiao really got into big trouble.
He thought that by creating the crisis, he would be able to gain faith, become everyone's savior, and save the world.
But the thing he provoked... made Shen Li feel powerless for the first time.
He could feel the thing staring at him from the dark rift.
Those terrifying giant hands were still tearing the sky apart without stopping.
And in the eyes of the other party, he is just an ant, stronger than other ants, but so what? He is still an ant and the other party can crush him to death anytime and anywhere.
But——even so, we still have to give it a try.
Chen Li closed his eyes and gathered together the power of faith that he had accumulated for a long time, along with the faith that he had just harvested.
In an instant, a hazy white light gathered around Shen Li, making him look like a bright light in the dark night.
He only has one chance, and he has to use all his strength.
So he cut his wrist without hesitation and took the blood-clotting talisman.
This talisman is extremely difficult to draw.
At this moment, there was only a white light in front of Chen Li's eyes.
After casting the talisman, the ball of white light condensed into a human figure, which opened its hands and demanded a price from him.
What to exchange?
Faith, five senses, life...
Not enough, this is far from enough.
Before the talisman was finished, Shen Li felt increasingly confused and powerless.
Even if he gave his all and drew this talisman, he still couldn't save the world.
The light surrounding Shen Li gradually dimmed.
The fishy wind kept blowing towards him from the cracks in the sky.
Chen Li slowly raised his head and met the eyes that were constantly spying on him through the crack.
In an instant, a powerful pressure poured towards him.
Chen Li was shaken and retreated repeatedly, falling from a great height.
The city wall was not high, but he always felt that the process of his fall was particularly long.
What greeted him was not solid ground, but an abyss whose bottom could never be seen.
When he came to his senses, he found that everything around him had changed drastically.
The air was scorching hot and flames were everywhere.
The people engulfed in flames let out miserable howls.
The air was filled with the aroma of meat and the pungent smell of burning.
"Bang!"
He landed heavily on a pile of rubble.
Many people flocked to him with concern.
Countless familiar faces came into his sight.
"Are you okay?"
Ye Minglang helped him stand up, his voice urgent.
"This is already the last level of hell. Cheer up and don't let down our ancestors and our tribesmen!"
The tribesmen around him were reminding Chen Li and Ye Minglang at the same time.
"That guy is guarding the exit. It's going to be a tough battle tonight."
Ye Minglang looked at Chen Li in agreement and murmured, "Since it's a fierce battle, we have to sacrifice something."
Chen Li's out-of-focus eyes gradually recovered.
He looked down at his hands, then looked at Ye Minglang and the other tribesmen in disbelief.
"How could this happen... Why are you all here? Shouldn't we have left long ago..."
He looked around somewhat panickedly.
"What's wrong?" Ye Minglang grabbed his shoulders.
Chen Li looked up at the sky in panic. The giant dragon's claws were clinging to the door of hell's exit. It raised its head to confront him, and blazing flames spewed from its mouth.
He glanced at the crowd and saw Tai Xiao again.
Shen Li remembered!
Just now he drew a talisman to confront the giant dragon, but he accidentally saw the dragon's eyes, was fooled by it, and fell into an illusion.
If this is all an illusion...
The thought that popped up in Shen Li's mind made him shudder.
He never led his people to escape from the eighteen levels of hell.
Everything that happened before was just a big dream he had after falling into hallucination.
Now that he has woken up from the dream, he is still in hell.
But......
That dream was so real.
He met so many people in that dream.
Li Dangxin, Li Yixin, Catman Jia, Kou Yuxin, Jiang Lexin...
Are they all fake too?
"No, this is the fake one."
Chen Li closed his eyes, trying to wake up from this dream.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
Ye Minglang beside him looked at Chen Li with some heartache and held his hand.
"Everyone knows what will happen tonight, and you also know what you should do, right? Complete the sacrifice, complete the talisman, and take the remaining tribesmen away from this endless hell. Shen Li, you can't escape anymore!"
"Escape...avoid?" Chen Li muttered these two words absentmindedly.
"You are always running away. You know that the lives of all the tribe members depend on you. You clearly remember the last instructions of our ancestors."
"We have worked hard for so many years to climb out of this endless hell, layer by layer. Now we are only one step away."
At this moment, all the tribesmen knelt at his feet.
Everyone is very sad.
"We are willing to sacrifice ourselves and become your strength!"
"Please take the children and leave hell."
At this moment, Ye Minglang was also kneeling beside his left hand, leaving a kiss on the back of his hand reluctantly.
“We are willing to be firewood.”
"I know you don't want to sacrifice our lives, Shen Li. You are strong, but also weak. The ancestors have already thought about it. At the last moment, you will definitely be hesitant and indecisive, so..."
Shen Li suddenly realized something and shouted, "No!"
But it was too late.
The tribesmen who had just been kneeling beside him committed suicide one after another.
From a tall building in the distance, tribesmen fell down one after another.
"don't want!"
Chen Li's eyes were filled with tears.
He tried to stop Ye Minglang, but it was too late.
He looked in disbelief at the dagger stuck in his chest, and the bright red blood instantly soaked his clothes.
Ye Minglang's hands were covered in blood.
His breathing was weak, but even so, he still held on with his last breath and touched his cheek.
"You are too gentle. This is your strength and also your biggest weakness. So, this time, we will make the choice for you."
The blood-stained hand finally fell to the ground.
Shrouded in death, Shen Li fell to the ground helplessly, hugged Ye Minglang's body, and cried in despair.
The flames spewed out by the dragon enveloped him mercilessly.
The bodies of the tribesmen gave off a pungent burnt smell.
However, Shen Li, bathed in flames, was enveloped by countless powers of faith and fell into eternal despair.
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