Chapter 394 Soul Leaving the Body
And on the dragon bed in the inner hall, which was covered by heavy curtains, Yan Shixu's body had been lying unconscious for more than a month.
His consciousness, however, was not completely submerged in darkness.
It was more like... the soul was forcibly pulled out of the heavy body by an invisible force, floating away to a bizarre and incomprehensible place.
At first glance, this place also seems to be the imperial palace of Dayan.
The pavilions and towers are vaguely similar, but there is an indescribable sense of strangeness and...death silence everywhere?
It seems as if it has experienced the erosion of a long time, and it seems to be shrouded in a heavy sadness.
He was "floating" aimlessly, like an invisible ghost.
Until he "floated" into an extremely familiar yet unusually deserted bedroom—
On the wide dragon bed, a figure wearing a bright yellow dragon robe lay quietly.
Yan Shixu's soul floated closer involuntarily.
When he bent down and saw the face of the sleeping person clearly, he was stunned.
Those eyebrows, those features...it's clearly Tiantian when he grows up.
It's 70% similar to how he looked when he was young!
But at this moment, this young face that looked very similar to him, even in sleep, had a furrowed brow, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, looking very stiff.
It was as if I was suffering great torment and pain in the dream.
Yan Shixu was shocked and confused.
Tiantian...has you grown so big?
What about his Li'er? Has she grown old and become a kind old woman?
And what about Xiaoxiao, Miaomiao, Zhaozhao, Mumu...?
Have they grown up, started a family, and have children?
An indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave, looking for his wife and children somewhere else.
"Don't go! Don't... don't leave me!"
A hoarse and terrified cry exploded in his soul like thunder.
Yan Shixu suddenly stopped his invisible "body" and slowly turned back.
However, he found that Tiantian in the bed had not woken up.
He still had his eyes tightly closed, struggling violently in the nightmare. Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead and slid down his pale cheeks.
His lips moved unconsciously, and his broken muttering was filled with the despair of being abandoned:
"Don't go... please... don't abandon me... Mother... Father..."
The helplessness and fear in that voice tugged at Yan Shixu's heart.
This is his son! No matter what age he is, he is his son.
"Tiantian?" Yan Shixu anxiously approached the bed and called him softly.
"Tiantian... wake up! Father is here!"
He shouted over and over again, his voice filled with the anxiety and worry of a father.
Perhaps his intention was too strong, or perhaps the invisible bond deep in his blood took effect.
The person who was in a deep nightmare on the bed suddenly trembled and his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!
Yan Xingtian woke up from a terrible nightmare, his chest heaving violently.
That familiar call just now...was it Father?
The sound was so clear!
He sat up suddenly, looked around in confusion, and searched anxiously.
However, there was no one in the huge bedroom.
There was only cold air and the equally cold light coming in from the window.
He looked down at his broad, bony hands, which belonged to an adult man.
He touched the cold dragon robe on his body again.
His face was instantly filled with great disappointment and deep sadness.
"Is there no way back..."
He lowered his head dejectedly and muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and sad.
"After all... I can't go back..."
Yan Shixu's soul was standing by the bed, watching his son's reaction clearly.
He was even more confused: Where was Tiantian going back to? He seemed to... completely lose sight of himself.
Yan Shixu tentatively stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Yan Xingtian.
The other party did not react at all, staring blankly into the void, immersed in his own sadness.
An unprecedented panic gripped Yan Shixu's soul.
I can't see him every day, so what about Li'er? What about Xiaoxiao, Miaomiao and the others?
Can't you see him either?
Could it be that... he could never return to his own body?
Could it be that he had already arrived twenty years later while in a coma?
Is he going to stay like this forever, a wandering ghost?
"Tiantian, don't be afraid!"
Yan Shixu suppressed the panic in his heart and spoke anxiously to himself, regardless of whether his son could hear him or not:
"Father, please go check on your mother first. She must be very worried. You...you stay here and take good care of yourself. Father will come back to see you later!"
He was anxious to find Wen Li'er, so he turned around and tried to float away.
However, Yan Xingtian on the bed seemed to be completely crushed by the despair. He turned over and got out of bed in a daze, not even noticing the stool under his feet. He stumbled and almost fell.
He didn't care at all, but staggered and rushed towards a dark corner on the north side of the hall in a daze.
Yan Shixu looked at his son's grief-stricken and almost collapsed appearance, and felt uneasy, so he followed him anyway.
When Yan Xingtian finally stopped in that corner and knelt down dejectedly, Yan Shixu's soul also "floated" to his side.
Then, Yan Shixu saw it.
Right in front of where Yan Xingtian was kneeling, on the cold and solemn rosewood altar.
There are two rows of...spiritual tablets neatly arranged!
On that ebony spirit tablet, were engraved unforgettable names!
Every name was like a red-hot blade, piercing into his soul!
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