Phoenix Flower (1)
On the way, the red tree also woke up and struggled, but was frightened by Alex's dark eyes and dared not move.
Only then did she notice that the two of them were maintaining a strange posture.
The pampered-looking young man leaned on the shoulder of the scary young man who looked like a policeman's assistant, and the latter's right hand wrapped around the former's left hand holding the water cup.
She used her other hand to wipe the sweat off his face.
Alex didn't want to give the prisoner any look, he looked at Inger worriedly.
After Inger fell asleep, he groaned unconsciously in his sleep, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his sweat increased as he became hotter.
Alex knows best the feeling of being haunted by a nightmare.
But he couldn't do anything.
The water in the cup is still heating up.
The consciousness of the person who cast the spell drifted away to an unknown place.
***
When Inger woke up, he felt much lighter, without the heavy confusion of fever at all.
He blinked and saw his surroundings clearly.
He was stunned.
This is not the hotel he is staying at.
Alex is missing too.
[Where is this? Have I traveled through time again? Am I dead?]
Although it was absurd, this was indeed his first thought.
His brain froze for two seconds, and then he decided to observe himself first.
He looked down at his hands. They were rough, covered with scars and scratches, but small and weak.
It was obviously not Inger's body, and certainly not Gu Shu's.
[…This, the possibility has increased.]
Inger sighed inwardly.
【Things are getting more troublesome...】
He didn't want to shuttle between different bodies.
"Mirror...mirror...no...why is this place similar to where primitive people live..."
He took the torch and walked to a clay water tank nearby and saw his face clearly.
A skinny boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with pale skin, deep and three-dimensional features, and bright eyes, the blue of the deep sea night. His hair was longer than his shoulders, untrimmed but very smooth, like a bowl of ink poured from an inkstone into water.
Although their facial features are completely different, his black hair is very similar to Inger's, and even his skin, which is as pale as a vampire's, is exactly the same.
Inger shuddered all over, which was a subconscious reaction of his body.
He was surprised to see his hands gradually covered by pitch-black scales, and his fingertips were also covered with sharp black nails.
Not only the hands, but also the whole body was numb, with scales covering the chest, waist, abdomen and back, and something protruding from the back. There was also a long tail growing out from the coccyx.
Inger shuddered inside.
He never thought that one day he would be able to experience the feeling of being transformed into a non-human.
However, there are too many puzzling situations.
He turned around and saw his current appearance in the water - except for the face, his entire body was covered with black scales and a monster with a dragon tail.
His deep blue pupils suddenly contracted.
He didn't recognize the man, but he remembered the look.
This is what the half-blood demon from the Eastern Continent looks like.
***
The cup shattered to the ground, the glass shattered into pieces, and Inger's body struggled hard in Alex's arms.
A painful roar came out of his throat, but his eyes were tightly closed and the veins on his forehead were throbbing, as if he was fighting something, like a devil who had jumped into the frying pan of hell and was desperately trying to climb out.
The red tree also lay on the ground shivering.
Alex tried hard to hold Inger's body without hurting him.
He stopped his movements and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, it's okay."
At the same time, he couldn't understand why Inger suddenly became like this...
This is not a symptom of a fever.
He thought of the sleepwalking that Inger had mentioned a few days ago.
This has to do with something he's hiding...
***
"Ah!" Inger gasped and opened his eyes.
He tried to sit up, but a pair of hands held his shoulders down hard.
Alex's voice exploded in my ears.
“Yes!!”
Hair as golden as the dawn, eyes as golden as the light of dawn.
A dazzling light suddenly burst into view.
Inger relaxed his body in a trance.
Different scenes flashed before his eyes and he was in confusion.
After a long while, he finally sorted himself out and licked his dry lips: "I'm fine... give me some water."
It seems that the high fever for two days has made my voice hoarse.
Alex stared at him intently with his clear eyes for a long while before he went to get some water. He let him lean on his arms and brought the cup to his mouth.
Inger raised her hand and found her fingertips trembling, so she completely collapsed and let him feed her.
【Dream…】
He felt a little sorry at first.
But he later realized that this was very dangerous.
He pressed his chest with lingering fear and turned his hand over to make sure which body he was in.
"Alex... give me the mirror..."
Alex looked at him for a moment, said nothing, and handed him a dressing mirror.
Inger saw his sickly appearance in the mirror and breathed a sigh of relief.
[Humans are still better... Why did I dream about this? It's because of the guy who possessed me...]
Thinking about it this way, he really imagined the other party to be a boy with black hair and blue eyes, or a demon mixed with a black dragon... ... What you think about during the day, you dream about it at night...
He decided to take a break before thinking about how to trick Alex.
But when he looked into Alex's eyes, he was speechless.
It is difficult for a person with a conscience to lie to such a pair of clean eyes.
The worry in Alex's eyes has not subsided yet.
Inger felt a pang in his heart and avoided his gaze.
After a long while, Alex put him on the bed and said, "You should have another day of rest."
Inger was exhausted both physically and mentally.
They stayed in this small hotel by the sea for another three days.
During this time, they heard Alsophila spinulosa share a story.
The little girl was once the daughter of a fisherman on the seashore.
Her biggest dream in life was to open a hotel and use the seafood caught by her father to make delicious meals for travelers staying on the seaside.
The little girl was very naughty. She had been bitten by a poisonous snake and had eaten poisonous mushrooms from the coastal forest, but she survived.
Her parents attributed this to her good fortune and loved her even more.
The little girl never envied the princess in the castle because she was already her parents' treasure.
As a young girl, she thought that life like this would last forever.
One day, her father returned from the sea and brought many strange flowers that she had never seen before.
My father, like other elders, had the habit of picking wild fruits and vegetables for use as medicine.
He heard from other fishermen that this flower, if dried and then ground into powder, can cure all kinds of diseases and make people full of energy after eating it.
Her father was in good health at the time, but her mother was becoming increasingly weak.
His friend recommended it to him in every way, so he also went to pick the flower.
He was skeptical at first, but as more and more people in the village began to eat the flower, and they all seemed very happy, he decided to give it a try.
The mother who was infected only had a mild case and could have recovered. She ate the powder made from the flowers and recovered for a long time as if she were recovering from a last-ditch effort, but then she died suddenly.
That was a really sudden thing.
That was the time when the little girl didn't yet understand what death meant.
She watched her father die and her mother languish in a sleep that seemed endless.
Even as a young girl, she understood that her little world was crumbling.
She lives in a seaside fishing village and is familiar with the neighbors around her.
The villagers kindly taught her to put the green powder into her father's food, so that he would be happy and go fishing again and play with her again.
She happily did so.
My father did seem to be more energetic when he ate his meal, but he behaved in a strange way.
Mom is clearly sleeping in the bed.
However, my father continued to talk to my mother as usual, smiling and chatting with the empty seats at the dining table.
The little girl ignored the strange scene.
She was glad that her father finally spoke to her.
She added a little green powder to her father's food every day. Out of curiosity, she also added some to herself, but it didn't have much effect.
Soon, she found that there were fewer and fewer people in the whole village.
There are also fewer fishing nets drying on the beaches.
The villagers did not go out to fish, but were thinking about looking for flowers.
There is a flower-hunting craze in the villages along the sea.
The little girl didn't care because she had loved looking for shells for a while.
Her father still went out fishing every day, but he communicated less and less with other villagers.
The little girl knew that her father hated that kind of flower, so she didn't let him know where her blue powder came from.
The father liked the meals cooked by the little girl more and more.
The little girl took the place of her sleeping mother and cooked different meals for him every day.
After more than ten days, my mother became very smelly and dirty.
The little girl didn't dare to get close.
But her father continued to sit by her bed and chat with her every day.
She cooked for her father every day, but her father became thinner and thinner.
The little girl felt something was wrong, but she subconsciously deceived herself, thinking that this would allow her to continue to have a warm home.
Finally, the blue powder ran out.
She wanted to borrow from the villagers, but found that the villagers were almost running away.
The remaining people had become thinner and had a look she didn't recognize.
John, the fat uncle on the cliff, was the one who taught her how to cook, especially seafood.
But this time when she went to see him, he was like a skinny monkey wrapped in skin. He held the dried flowers in his hands with a terrified look on his face and drove her out.
There are fewer and fewer flowers to pick.
The villagers tried to grow this flower but were unsuccessful.
They tried every possible means to find this flower, and even fought for it. In the end, many people left the place.
The little girl didn't mind at first, but her father soon started to have problems.
At first, my father's eyes were droopy and he was thirsty, but no matter how much water he drank, it didn't help. Then bloodshot appeared in his eyes and his hands kept scratching various parts of his body, so hard that blood marks were left.
He began to call out names randomly, sometimes it was his mother, sometimes it was his daughter.
Later, he said, Baby girl, eat the coconut, and smashed the spherical water bottle on her head.
The little girl ran away crying.
She didn't understand why her father treated her like this.
She didn't understand what happened to her father.
She sat by the sea and thought all night, and came to a conclusion that she could accept: her father was sick.
She went back with red and swollen eyes and blood on her head, intending to take care of her sick father.
When she came back, she saw a scene that she would never forget in her life.
His father gouged out one of his own eyes while he was still alive, and stuffed his mouth with his mother's rotten flesh and bones, which had passed through his intestines and burst out of his abdomen.
This was the ugliest way to die she had ever seen in her life.
Ten years later, when she thought of that scene again, she still felt the same way.