Chapter 217: The World is Like a Dream, the Dream is Like a Mystery
The world is like a chess game, life is like an ant. There is no joy in life, and no resignation in death.
Long Qi had always been like this. He had been alone for a long time, but in order to kill his enemies, he gritted his teeth and persevered, even if it meant surviving in humiliation.
He will never forget that arrogant face, that face that sneered after killing his loved ones, and the cruelty of that night!
But I am alone, and even staying alive is difficult enough, let alone revenge.
In the pitch-black darkness, he didn't know what to do. The harsh words and insults from the past kept echoing in his ears, but Xiao Longqi curled up and didn't move, as if he had already gotten used to it.
Where can he go in this endless darkness?
As if it was what he wanted, a door opened in front of him, and the dazzling light came in, shining on his messy hair and ragged clothes.
Xiao Longqi looked up woodenly, his eyes expressionless, as if the light was unable to dispel the darkness in his heart. He still curled up, staring at the light intently.
As if getting no response, the light lost its patience any longer, but it lasted for a moment before the door slowly closed.
With the heavy creaking sound, the surroundings became increasingly darker, and the light shining on Xiao Longqi became narrower and narrower, gradually becoming only the size of his body.
Perhaps the smaller the light, the more it can converge. Xiao Longqi's eyes, originally dim, gradually brightened as the door closed. Staring at the slowly closing door before him, he suddenly stood up, finding strength from nowhere, and rushed towards the light.
The longer you stay in the dark, the more you long for light.
Xiao Longqi stretched out his tiny arms and waved them forward, his frail body running non-stop, as if he could catch the light. He opened his mouth to shout, but nothing came out. He could only gasp, breathing heavily and rapidly.
Behind him was a slender shadow, which seemed to be afraid of being abandoned, and was chasing hard with each gasp.
Just when the door was about to close, Xiao Longqi finally caught up. He stretched out his hands and tightly grasped the door, which was only a tiny gap away. He tried his best to open it, but the light in the gap was getting weaker and weaker.
Xiaolong Qi finally showed panic on his face. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were filled with fear, but he still pursed his lips, fearing that if he relaxed, he would never be able to see the light again.
He didn't dare to give up, nor did he want to give up!
But even so, the door continued to close on its own, unaffected by Xiao Longqi's strength, ruthlessly and indifferently.
No matter how hard his thin arms tried, he still couldn't stop it. Just when Xiao Longqi was about to despair, he suddenly heard a series of calls coming from the crack of the door:
Long Qi...
Long Qi...
Xiao Longqi didn't know who was calling his name, but he just thought the voice was incredibly beautiful. And these calls seemed to give him boundless strength. He spared no effort to pry open the tiny crack in the door, veins bulging on his face and hands. He raised his head and roared loudly, his eyes tearful but bright.
Perhaps it was because of this firm power that the light that was about to disappear stopped at the last point and then shone brightly in an instant.
The door is open!
There was no warning, no sound, as if time had stopped for a moment, and then suddenly sped up.
The light enveloped Xiao Longqi's frail form, leaving a shadow behind him crystal clear. Without the slightest hesitation, he closed his eyes and charged in resolutely. Behind him, the shadow grew fainter and fainter, until its outline vanished completely.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a street. He gradually began to hear noises: hawking, shouting, and bargaining. He stared at the scene in astonishment, trying to recall everything, but he had no idea.
Where is this? Why is it so familiar?
The beating of his chest was magnified infinitely, clearly audible even amidst the clamor. He knew he was afraid, but he didn't know what.
Just as I was stunned, others started talking.
"Huh? Whose child is this? Why is he dressed so shabbily?"
"Could they be fleeing from disaster? The city lord governs well, and there haven't been any pitiful people in years."
"Escape? I haven't heard of any disasters lately. Besides, there's the Yuanqing sect nearby. If they were refugees, they would have been discovered long ago."
Everyone was talking at once, all very curious about Xiao Longqi, but they only argued verbally. Perhaps because they were afraid of scaring him, no one came forward to talk to him.
At this moment, a withered, wrinkled hand patted Xiao Longqi's shoulder and said, "Where did you come from, little kid? Why are you so miserable?"
The voice was old but kind, but Xiao Longqi was already uneasy. When he turned around suddenly, he saw a face with wrinkles all over it looking at him with a smile. He screamed in horror and quickly pushed through the crowd and ran away, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.
After a long time, a sentence emerged from the crowd:
"Hey! Mrs. Shen, look at you, you scared the child!"
Xiao Longqi ran wildly for who knows how long before he finally stopped out of breath. He supported himself on his knees and gasped heavily, sweat all over the ground, his hair stuck to his face, and he looked embarrassed but arrogant.
After panting for a long time, he realized that he was busy running but didn't know where he was running to. Now it was so quiet that the sound of his chest pounding was even more audible.
Looking around, the bluestone pavement is silent, the water flowing under the small bridge is silent, as if time has stood still. Looking out again, the alleys and roads in the distance crisscross, each with a different width, length and width, so familiar, yet so unfamiliar.
Where is he?
Where should he go?
As if in response to his thoughts, he heard the call again:
"Long Qi..."
"Long Qi..."
This time the sound was different from the previous one. It was so clear, as if it was right next to him, but there was no one around!
who?
Who is calling him?
Xiao Longqi asked loudly, his childish voice a little hoarse.
He always felt that this voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was. However, this voice kept lingering in his ears, concerned, anxious, and sincere...
As if he had lost something important, or forgotten something extremely crucial, he searched everywhere anxiously but couldn't find it.
Long Qi...Long Qi...
The call was sometimes gentle, sometimes urgent, so familiar.
Finally, he was tired and could no longer run. His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he knelt on the ground, lowering his head and covering his ears, screaming:
"Who on earth are you?"
At this moment, the sound in his ears stopped, and there was only a "creaking" sound coming from the room next to him. The sound came one after another, with a very rhythmic feeling, which made him feel peaceful.
Following the sound, he saw that the house in front of him was different from the others. The door was open, as if inviting him in. The house was pitch black, and only the view of the inner courtyard came into Xiao Longqi's sight through the middle door. He hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked in.
As Xiao Longqi entered, his figure disappeared into the darkness, and the plaque outside the house clearly read:
Leisure Residence...
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