Chapter 107
It was very quiet around, and all the sounds gradually faded away.
Without the trouble of the Zerg, it was a quiet afternoon in the medical room.
The last person to leave drew the blinds.
In the darkness, An Zhi's hand, which was placed under his head, twitched slightly.
Her brows, which had been relaxed after she fell asleep, couldn't help but frown.
An Zhi knew he was dreaming.
The soft bed beneath him was no longer pressing down on him, and the sound of dripping water in the medical room gradually faded away.
She felt her body floating lightly, like a feather in the wind, slowly rising from the soft bed and from reality.
An Zhi has had many dreams.
Only this time, the dream was more real than any other dream she had ever experienced.
When she came to her senses, she was standing barefoot in a wilderness.
There is endless desolation ahead, with nothing but sand and bare rocks.
The sky was pure gray.
It was an empty and silent dream, and all the sounds seemed to be absorbed by a huge sound-absorbing cotton.
Only the eternal sound of the wind whistling in my ears remains.
There is no life or color here.
It is a monochrome painting painted with the roughest brushstrokes.
An Zhi squatted down, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the sand under his feet.
Is this a desert?
But there is not so much sand here.
Just then, the sand beside her feet moved, and a slender centipede-like insect emerged.
An Zhi subconsciously raised his foot and took a small step back, causing several small stones to roll down and hit the ground.
However, the stone did not make a crisp sound. Instead, after its balance was broken, it rolled into a bottomless chasm and quickly turned into a pool of dust.
Something seems wrong here.
An Zhi noticed something strange.
She stopped, slowly turned around, and saw the bottomless chasm behind her.
The rift is wide and deep, like a wound tearing the earth, bottomless.
The pebble rolled down and there was no more sound.
An Zhi retracted her foot, carefully took two steps back, and squatted down.
An Zhi was lying on the rock wall. For some unknown reason, he stuck his head out and looked down. It was pitch black.
It is bottomless, like a giant beast with its mouth open.
An inexplicable chill surged from his heart, and An Zhi withdrew his gaze.
An Zhi was about to retreat, but didn't have time to withdraw.
The moment she was about to withdraw her hand that was holding down the sand, she felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand, as if something had pierced her.
An Zhi groaned and subconsciously raised his hand.
It was the centipede-like insect from the beginning.
Its mouthparts were deeply embedded in her flesh. An Zhi shook her hand, but it seemed as if it was welded shut and refused to let go.
An Zhi didn't cry, she knew very well that she was dreaming.
When she leaves the dream and returns to the medical room, everything will be restored, the wounds will disappear, and the pain will disappear.
An Zhixian thought of a way and wanted to pull the centipede off with his hands.
However, it bit very tightly and refused to let go.
The initial stinging pain in the wound gradually turned into a loss of sensation.
A strange, itchy numbness spread from the wound to every part of his body.
Like being gently tickled by the tip of a feather at the softest part of my heart.
An Zhi didn't know where this feeling came from.
But she knew she had to get rid of this thing.
Time passed slowly and the wind started to blow again.
The sound of the wind was no longer a simple whistle, but carried a low whimper.
The sky remained the same, with neither sunshine nor clouds visible.
The sky was pure gray, blurring the lines between day and night.
An Zhi doesn't like this kind of environment.
It was too empty here, with her alone.
In the end, An Zhi made a decision.
She looked around, found a sharp stone, raised it high, and then smashed it at the centipede on the back of her hand without hesitation.
One, two, three...
Smash the centipede's hard exoskeleton into pieces.
It refused to let go and remained on the back of An Zhi's hand until the last moment of its life.
Until An Zhi chopped it into pieces.
The centipede's arthropod joints were smashed into pieces of broken bones, losing their supporting strength.
The last articulation joint could no longer support the jaw's bite, so it was pulled down, tearing off a piece of An Zhi's flesh.
Flesh and blood mixed with a few drops of An Zhi's blood.
They all tumbled down the rock face.
An Zhi checked his wound and fortunately only bit the edge of his hand, which did not affect his movement.
The numbness and tingling in the wound slowly faded, replaced by an empty, hollowed-out feeling.
An Zhi pulled off the hem of his clothes, bandaged himself simply, and then looked at the rift valley.
It was pitch black there, just as before.
An Zhi remembered what Americus had said.
Blood seems to be something very important and cannot be dropped casually.
An Zhi stood up and wanted to move forward.
She had to go and take a look, otherwise she would feel inexplicably uneasy.
However, just as An Zhi took a step, he heard a faint scream coming from the bottom.
An Zhi stopped and waited for a moment.
There was still only the sound of the wind whistling past my ears.
Did I hear it wrong? Or is it tinnitus?
An Zhi thought so in her heart, but an inexplicable sense of fear slowly drowned her like a tide.
Her robe was blown up by the wind.
An Zhi turned around and looked towards the rift valley.
In the dark abyss, there was a faint red light, like a sleeping beast slowly opening its eyes in the darkness.
The red light became brighter and denser.
Then countless eyes opened, dimly and flashing with scarlet light.
The entire rift valley was scarlet, like a red ocean.
An Zhi slowly retreated, but the sand under his feet began to stir again. A huge king insect lifted the sand and slowly straightened its body. It turned its mouthparts towards An Zhi and let out a sharp scream.
......
An Zhi suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. The room was very dark. The natural light simulated by the system was still in sleep mode. Only a little light coming in from the window could barely outline the contours of the furniture.
An Zhi subconsciously checked his hand, which was intact, without any wounds or even a trace of red marks.
She breathed a long sigh of relief, but the feeling of palpitations still lingered.
She held her heart, calming the residual emotions that had just come out of the dream.
As An Zhi woke up, a dim night light appeared in the corner of the room without him noticing.
This light was very similar to the candlelight in the Etherland Palace, bringing a touch of warmth to the darkness.
The room was very quiet, with only An Zhi and Americus in it.
Americus was still awake.
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