In the dim light, the vast wilderness was barren, with withered trees standing tall even in death, and jagged rocks piled up in disarray.
The wind, seemingly from nowhere, was sharp and biting, leaving a cut on the stone with each gust.
The dead trees were black and lifeless, their trunks mottled with the marks of the wind.
Qin Nan dragged her weary body along with difficulty, her figure swaying but she never collapsed, slowly moving forward with heavy steps.
His face was covered in dust, his clothes were stained with filthy blood, and his body was covered with wind-cut wounds.
It hurts! It hurts so much!
However, the wound will not heal, but it will not bleed either.
Qin Nan didn't know where he was, where he was going, or even who he was.
But a voice in my head kept telling me: Keep going, keep going, the place you're going to is just ahead!
He was exhausted; he longed to close his eyes, but his body kept moving forward.
Another gust of wind blew by, and the new wounds brought Qin Nan back to her senses.
But what lies ahead...?
Qin Nan looked up and saw an endless wilderness, devoid of any life, the sky so dark that no light could be seen.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion occurred!
Qin Nan was astonished and looked up. In the blink of an eye, a giant figure appeared on the horizon, wielding a huge sword that cleaved the dark sky in two.
The crack stretched along the horizon, growing larger and larger, before billowing black smoke burst forth from it, instantly filling the world.
A chilling, damp aura suddenly rushed into his internal organs. Qin Nan pressed his hands tightly against his chest and collapsed to his knees in agony.
Blackness enveloped the entire wilderness. The sky began to collapse, the ground shook violently, towering peaks rose from the ground, and piles of strange rocks tumbled down due to the dramatic changes in the terrain.
A muffled clap of thunder sounded, and then the black rain began to fall in a light drizzle.
Qin Nan curled up on the ground, listening to the sound of rocks rolling down beside him. He felt his heart was hot and beating strongly, and his body gradually became hotter and hotter. Even the cold rain was hissing and steaming as it hit his burning skin.
Although her vision was somewhat obstructed, Qin Nan could clearly see that the perspective in front of her had changed dramatically.
His body felt hot and swollen. Before long, he looked straight at the barren mountain that had been towering and had no peak. Looking down, he saw that the huge rocks had shrunk to the size of eggs.
Before he could react, the once high sky suddenly collapsed, and the once vast wilderness became gloomy and oppressive.
Qin Nan felt incredibly heavy on her body and instinctively curled up into a ball, looking down.
The rain stopped, but the wind picked up, and the wind blades still cut into my skin, tearing my flesh.
The wind stopped, and the wound began to heal slowly, but before it was fully healed, another gust of chilling wind blew in.
Qin Nan was too heavy and too tired. Even though his injuries kept aching, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, a dark, cold, and lifeless aura seeped into Qin Nan's body.
Day after day, year after year...
Until his entire body was engulfed by deathly aura, leaving only his faintly beating heart, vibrant and warm.
[Go to hell! Why aren't you dead yet!]
Nobody wants you anymore! He won't come! Give up!
We're all in the same boat, let's get out of here together! Let's kill them! Let's kill them!
What are you holding on to? No one is waiting for you, give up! He's lying to you! He's lying to you!
......
He was constantly bombarded with all sorts of voices, filled with despair and violence, relentlessly tempting him to sink into depravity and plunge into an abyss.
Qin Nan couldn't open his eyes, but those words seeped into his mind relentlessly, along with the sounds of wind, crying, sobbing, and curses directed at him.
His body was so cold he was almost numb, and his consciousness was hazy.
He was abandoned!
Nobody remembers him!
What is he insisting on?
Is he going to die?
Qin Nan unconsciously raised his hand to cover his ears. He blocked out all sounds, slowly calmed down, and listened carefully to the faint beating of his chest.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
It beats rhythmically, and the cold blood that passes through it will be warmed up, like the only light in the darkness.
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"Anan! Anan! Wake up! Get up!"
Suddenly, a loud sound drowned out the sound of my heartbeat, and all the images and sounds gradually faded away until they disappeared completely.
Sunlight streamed through the paper windows, filling the room. Qin Nan opened his eyes slightly as he felt the light. Luo Lin, already dressed, was smiling at him from beside the bed.
Qin Nan: "Luo Lin?"
Luo Lin was slightly taken aback, then laughed again.
Luo Lin: "A Nan, are you still half asleep? Are you dreaming? It's me, A He, Zhu Zheng He!"
This time, Qin Nan was stunned for a moment. He lowered his eyes and pondered, as if he had forgotten something, but also as if he hadn't.
Qin Nan: "Ahe, I think I'm dreaming."
Luo Lin patted Qin Nan on the shoulder and opened the window. The cold winter wind blew into the room, and Qin Nan couldn't help but shiver, which made her more awake.
Luo Lin: "Awake? Get up quickly, we should go up the mountain."
Qin Nan: "Going up the mountain? What for?"
Qin Nan asked Luo Lin in confusion, reaching out to lift the blanket, but her hand touched something cold and hard.
Luo Lin: "Let's go pick chestnuts. You promised to come with me yesterday. I need to prepare before I formally propose marriage."
As Luo Lin spoke, he pushed open the bedroom door and went out.
Qin Nan pulled two cell phones out from under the covers. He picked them up and looked at them with some confusion, but he didn't know what they were. He felt that something was wrong, but his mind was in a mess.
Qin Nan looked at the clothes she was wearing, then at the two old wooden beds in the bedroom. On the headboard of one of the beds were new clothes: a thick cotton-padded coat and a set of men's ancient costume, the fabric of which looked like linen.
He thought for a moment, then got up and sat up, put the two cell phones in his pants pocket, and put on the coat and clothes that were on the bedside table.
Stepping out of the bedroom, breakfast was laid out on the table: rice porridge, pancakes, and a dish of pickled vegetables.
Luo Lin had already sat down, with water and a towel for washing his face on the side. Qin Nan washed her face and then sat down to eat.
After dinner, Qin Nan followed Luo Lin out with some doubts, heading up the mountain through the village.
There are about a hundred households in the village. On the way, I met many villagers, some sitting and chatting, others carrying farm tools to work in the fields.
Looking at the so-called villagers, Qin Nan's doubts deepened. Although everyone's clothing seemed to be fine, their shoes were all different and their hair was messy.
For example, there are yellow, brownish-yellow, and burgundy hair colors, and some even have permed hair.
Moreover, everyone's facial expressions were very stiff, which looked very strange.
There were only four people, three men and one woman, dressed somewhat similarly to the clothes Qin Nan wore as the innermost layer. They didn't seem to be from the village, but they didn't look quite normal either.
One of the men stared at Qin Nan for a long time. Qin Nan thought he seemed about to say something, but he was interrupted by other villagers. Qin Nan didn't know them and didn't stop to pay attention.
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