Chapter 78 Nightmare
Chapter 78
There seemed to be some people laughing mockingly and talking nonsense.
Yingji couldn't hear clearly, but she felt that these sounds were very familiar, as if she had heard them many times. While she was confused and tried to recall where she had heard these sounds, she continued to walk forward unconsciously.
The vague sounds became more and more familiar. So did her surroundings.
At some point, the fog surrounding her quietly dissipated, and a familiar courtyard and some familiar figures appeared before her eyes.
Yingji's expression changed instantly.
This is where she lived as a child.
The familiar figures in front gathered together.
Yingji already had a bad feeling in her heart, and she told herself not to go any further, but her feet continued to move forward uncontrollably, easily passing through the crowd.
Then she saw herself, surrounded by that group of people and covered in scars.
Blood clung to her face, its paleness glaring. Yingji couldn't recall where she had been injured, but her body instinctively remembered the trembling pain.
Amidst the jeers and insults, she stared intently at her younger self. That tiny self's clothes were torn to shreds, her face and hands covered in blood, yet her fists were clenched, her eyes smeared with blood as she glared at them, her defiance and anger clearly written in her eyes.
As a result, she was bullied even more. She was tossed around like a doll by her so-called brothers and sisters using magic.
Mu Jin rushed out from somewhere and hugged Ying Ji tightly.
So both of them were bullied by those people.
Yingji stared at this childhood scene intently, her heart throbbing with pain. Reason told her that she had been bewitched again!
Sobering talisman!
Yingji quickly reached for the awakening charm at her waist, feeling a little relieved. She finally stopped her uncontrollable forward steps.
She went to look for the Thousand Mile Talisman to escape, but found that her hands were out of control and she couldn't find the talisman at all. Not only did she not find the Thousand Mile Talisman, she also forgot the Sobering Talisman!
Yingji gritted her teeth and ran towards where she came from.
Every step was difficult, but her strong self-control forced her to run back. The Nightmare Demon loved to create nightmares and trap people in them. Some people were trapped in nightmares forever.
No, she couldn't be trapped in a nightmare!
Yingji, you clearly made preparations!
Yingji estimated the time and almost arrived at the original place. The white mist in front of her eyes became lighter, and the vague shadows of the mountains and forests gradually appeared.
Yingji had just breathed a sigh of relief when a chill suddenly ran down her spine. In that instant, the scene before her changed again. The mist had indeed dissipated, replaced by a vast, snow-covered open square.
here……
Yingji subconsciously wanted to retreat and escape, but once again her feet refused to obey her.
She could only watch the Cold Snow Stone appear when the white mist dissipated, and at the same time she saw herself tied to the Cold Snow Stone and the bruised and battered Hibiscus.
Yingji watched as Mu Jin's blood dyed the snow red and she gradually lost her breath.
Yingji felt sharp pains in her heart, which made her almost unable to breathe.
The day she was tied to the Snow Stone was a nightmare she buried deep in her heart. From that day on, she lost her entire family, her ability to trust others, and even that day, she lost the only person, Mu Jin, who risked her life to protect her.
Yingji once again witnessed Mujin's death, and she was trembling all over. The immense grief and hatred for her own incompetence overwhelmed her rationality.
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Basho returned to his original form, curled up into a ball and sobbed.
Not long after she was born, she happened to see two venerables fighting each other. The scattered spiritual power fell on her, giving her intelligence from the moment she was born.
It was precisely because she was born with intelligence that she was able to witness her tribe being reduced to scorched earth in an instant.
The two fighting venerables gave her spiritual wisdom by accident. At the same time, their fight affected the fish pond, causing all of Basho's relatives to suffer fatal blows in an instant.
The wails of his loved ones echoed in Basho's ears. He had just gained consciousness but didn't understand what it meant, but his instinct made him cry.
"Basho? Basho, wake up. Wake up quickly, you're just having a nightmare!"
Ling Jiayan placed a wake-up talisman on Bajiao's forehead, trying to wake him up from his nightmare over and over again.
Basho heard nothing. She had recurring nightmares, dark, foul-smelling nightmares.
In different nightmares, she always curled up into a ball.
As if she heard someone calling her, Basho shook her head and tried to open her eyes, but everything in front of her was pitch black.
There was a "creaking" sound, and a bright light shone in from above.
Basho closed her eyes subconsciously, the bright light still glaring through her eyelids. She adjusted for a moment, then opened her eyes.
It turned out that she was hiding in a box, and the princess opened it. Under the glaring light, the princess's face was covered with old and new wounds, but she was smiling at her.
Basho laughed subconsciously.
"Princess……"
"Basho? Wake up, wake up!"
Basho had a splitting headache, and the princess's bright smiling face in front of him shook and gradually disappeared.
Who's been calling her? It's annoying the princess!
She shook her head and opened her eyes again. Instead of the princess, she saw Ling Jiayan's worried face.
Seeing Bajiao wake up, Ling Jiayan breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "How can a young tiger be in such a deep nightmare..."
"What are you calling me for?" Basho said, looking around with a hint of annoyance. "Where's the princess?"
"I'm calling you to save you. Your princess is waiting for you to wake her up."
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"Jian'er, this is your mother's fate, and it is also your fate."
Jianfeng hugged his mother who was lying in a pool of blood. He couldn't stop crying or shaking, he was filled with grief and anger.
"Why? Why..." He shook his head painfully. "Why can't I fight? Why do you want to force me to die..."
He can accept failure, but he cannot accept not even fighting.
He didn't understand why, from childhood to adulthood, he was always better than Xue Zhongyu in everything, and why Xue Zhongyu was always the one who received the praise. In the past, when he offered advice to his father, his father would always refer to the person who offered the advice as Xue Zhongyu in the court.
I was young at that time and thought that my father was busy and made a mistake.
Later, one thing after another, even the victory he won at the risk of his life, all the military credit went to Xue Zhongyu.
At that time, the emperor ordered them to go to war together, and clearly said that they should help each other as brothers, but it turned out that he was planning to give the military merit to Xue Zhongyu?
In fact, he understood, he should have understood all this a long time ago.
After all, he was clearly born two hours earlier than Xue Zhongyu, yet his father's order of seniority was reversed. It would have been fine if it had happened at birth, but it was only done a month after their births. It had been delayed for so long, and many people knew the truth, yet they were ordered not to mention it.
The emperor said that it was a matter of fate, and only this exchange could keep the two brothers safe.
When he was young, he believed it.
Later, he gradually understood that it was not some damn fate at all, but that the position of the eldest son was obtained by Concubine An's constant persuasion.
——Because in the Duxue Kingdom, unless there are any accidents, it is only right that the eldest prince be appointed as the crown prince.
The mother always shed tears and said that it was all her fault that she was not favored by the emperor.
His mother always cried and told him that it was fate, as long as he was safe, nothing else mattered. She didn't allow him to argue or fight.
Until this time, the girl he was going to marry was sent to his palace because of Xue Zhongyu's words.
Xue Zhongyu had only met the girl a few times and had no feelings for her, but after years of accumulated events, this girl suddenly became the fuse. He drew his sword and rushed towards Xue Zhongyu.
Xue Zhongyu was completely bewildered, completely unaware of what had happened. He even asked if he was upset about his military exploits. He replied innocently, "I didn't expect my father to act this way. It was just that we were in court at the time, and I couldn't publicly contradict him. The next time I go on an expedition, I'll definitely reward you for your military exploits."
Jianfeng hated Xue Zhongyu's innocent look the most. He did nothing, all the evil was done by others, but all the benefits fell on him.
Jianfeng didn't want to listen anymore, nor did he want to say anything. He thrust his sword forward. Xue Zhongyu initially defended, but Jianfeng's sword intent was filled with anger, and he was inherently stronger than Xue Zhongyu. Xue Zhongyu, despite his frantic defense, began to fight back.
The two princes started fighting in the palace, and the news spread quickly.
His mother rushed over and cried, asking him to stop and apologize to the eldest prince.
The eldest prince?
What eldest prince! He is the eldest prince!
Jianfeng had heard enough of his mother's crying. At this moment, he was filled with anger at the injustice and didn't want to pay any attention to his mother at all. He became more and more cruel to Xue Zhongyu, and Xue Zhongyu was gradually covered with bruises.
"Jian'er, stop!"
His mother called out to him over and over again, but Jianfeng didn't stop. The screams of the crowd behind him finally brought Jianfeng back to his senses. He turned around and saw his mother stabbing the dagger into her own chest.
Jianfeng was stunned and the sword in his hand fell.
He thought that if he stopped obediently, his mother would put down the dagger, but his mother still held the dagger and stabbed his heart inch by inch.
"Mother!"
Mother is a mortal without spiritual power, and her life is extremely fragile.
He rushed over and hugged his mother, saying that he was wrong and begging her not to hurt him.
My father and Concubine An also arrived.
In front of him was his mother lying in a pool of blood. Behind him were the weeping concubine Wan and the fury of his father.
Concubine An was about to cry and beg His Majesty to make the decision.
His dying mother clutched the corner of his clothes tightly and asked him to kowtow to Xue Zhongyu and apologize.
Jianfeng felt very tired in an instant.
He closed his eyes, and the cool breeze blew on his face, and the coolness of the wind slowly seeped into his heart from his cheeks.
He suddenly thought, being a human is really tiring, but being the wind is so free and easy.
"Jian'er, be obedient."
His timid and cowardly mother was forcing him again.
Jianfeng suddenly felt that deep down in his heart he also hated his mother.
He opened his eyes, and suddenly released all his spiritual power to protect his body. He grabbed his mother's hand holding the dagger, turned it in another direction, and stabbed it into his heart quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.
He saw the fear in his mother's eyes and smiled triumphantly and happily.
From then on, he was free like the wind.
Jianfeng opened his eyes and gradually saw the faces of Ling Jiayan and Bajiao clearly.
Basho grabbed his sleeve, looked up at him, and asked, "Did you have a nightmare too?"
"Yeah, I dreamed you were too dumb to learn the tricks I taught you," Jianfeng said with a playful smile. As expected, Bajiao snorted angrily.
Jian Feng turned to look at Ling Jiayan, and seeing his pale face, he realized that it was Ling Jiayan who woke him up from the nightmare, and thanked him: "Thank you very much."
Ling Jiayan shook his head and said, "Let's go. Aying is in even more trouble."
The three of them didn't say much and went to find Yingji immediately.
After waking up two people in a row, Ling Jiayan was already a little tired.
Jian Feng asked in surprise, "The nightmare of the Nightmare Demon has no effect on you?"
“It worked, but I woke up quickly.”
Jian Feng understood. A child of destiny like Ling Jiayan didn't have nightmares buried deep in his heart.
The three men walked up to Yingji and saw that her face was as pale as paper.
"I called Aying first, but I couldn't wake her up." Ling Jiayan frowned.
At this time, Yingji entered another nightmare.
The previous nightmares were all experiences from her childhood, but this nightmare was not from the past, but it was not unfamiliar either.
Not long after she met Kong Fan, she had an inexplicable dream of him. At that time, Kong Fan was at a critical stage of advancement. In that dream, Kong Fan was still uncut, sitting on a mountain of bones, the flame pattern between his eyebrows red as blood.
This time, in her nightmare, Kong Fan looked at her and took out his bloody heart and presented it to her again and again.
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