In the sand, the yin energy in my whole body began to dissipate quickly, and I had the illusion of being thrown into a frying pan.
I opened my eyes with difficulty, only to close them quickly again for a moment, and there was an unbearable burning sensation in my eyes.
Grass, I cursed in my heart, but I knew that if I didn't go out as soon as possible, and waited until the Yin Qi was exhausted, it was very likely that I would have no way to escape.
Layers of sand were layered on me, making my movements extremely difficult.
The most important thing is that I can't tell the direction at all. If I dig wrong, I don't know where I will dig.
Although I was very worried, I still acted. If I don't act, I can't do it.
There is still a glimmer of life in digging.
I am like an earthworm, moving with difficulty, every minute and every second is a great test for me.
Several times, I wanted to just give up, but the ever-present pain kept reminding me.
I started to reminisce, recalling when I was a child, recalling my mother, brother, Lulu, sister Hua, Wu Jian... recalling everyone I can think of, over and over again.
It's just that with the passage of time, the memories have become a little blurred, as if it has been a long time, and in the end, even their appearance has become no longer clear.
Only that unchanging feeling still keeps urging me, forward, forward.
I don't know how long it took, but I already had a faint guess in my heart. I must have dug in the wrong direction, and I was even digging down.
A painting I have seen has always made me unwilling to give up. I remember that the painting is composed of two paintings, the same background and the same characters.
In the above one, the person has already walked back with the pickaxe in dejection, and behind him, passing the not-so-wide wall, is a thick layer of diamonds.
The one below is still in the same position, but the person is already happily digging forward. One can imagine what kind of harvest he will get in the near future.
I keep telling myself, hold on for a while, hold on for a while.
In this constant persistence, suddenly and unexpectedly, I felt the light, and then I felt my whole body rolling down the dune.
It was very painful and very uncomfortable, but my heart finally relaxed because I survived. Although in the endless hell, I can't die at all, but I still feel like I survived.
I don’t know how long I’ve been lying on the sand, but when I opened my eyes, I still saw the pure white sky and the rolling sand dunes around me.
The yin energy in my body has long been exhausted. After getting up with difficulty, I started to move directly in one direction.
I don't know which direction I chose, I just keep my belief, that is to go on.
In the endless hell, the action is endless and the time is endless.
I moved mechanically, and gradually, I met the first person, and the second person... . I met a lot of people, and everyone was like me.
Walking blankly, without a shred of hope, but still firm in that ridiculous belief.
We didn't talk to each other, even if we walked together occasionally, we never changed our steps because of each other, and walked our own path firmly or stubbornly.
Where we came from, the footprints have long been buried by the flowing sand, and the only evidence of our existence is the slightly sunken footprints under our feet, which are about to disappear.
Just when I thought I would become a walking dead and just walk into the vast sky, a voice was like a precious water drop, moistening my dry heart.
"It's only been a long time since you've been walking, and you're so tired. If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have given you so much leave."
With a charming voice, so familiar, I raised my head that I hadn't raised for a long time, and looked over, but it was a strange figure.
The tattered cheongsam has turned into a short skirt, the unkempt hair is mixed with sand, and the dirty face can no longer be distinguished, only the eyes are still bright, different from the brightness of all the passers-by I have seen.
"Hehe. Sister Hua, you're here too." It was the first time I spoke in such a long time. In fact, I didn't recognize Sister Hua in terms of appearance, but I didn't feel that charming voice except for Sister Hua. Someone else could tell.
Sister Hua giggled straight away, I don't know why, but I felt her smile was a bit sinister: "It seems that you have become the king of ghosts, you think you are amazing."
I was taken aback: "No."
"No, without you, dare to call me old?"
"When did I say you were old..." I remembered halfway through the sentence, so I smiled awkwardly and hurriedly changed the subject: "By the way, Sister Hua, why are you here?"
Sister Hua sighed: "You didn't find Granny Meng, so I can only come down to look for it myself, who knows I've been tricked, oh, forget it, let's not talk about it."
I was silent, although Sister Hua didn't blame me, but my heart was still very uncomfortable, I caused all this, but I felt a little strange in my heart.
I seem to have met Little Bell, as if she didn't tell me so.
It's just that when I met Little Bell, it seems like a long time has passed, and my memory is even a little fuzzy.
Sister Hua sighed, "Actually, I'm the last one."
"The last one?" I looked at Sister Hua strangely.
But Sister Hua stretched out her finger to the side, surrounded by the white sand dunes, there was a touch of green.
The low sand walls, and the rickety houses that don't know how to glue together, I have some inexplicable familiarity.
I was recalling carefully, but Sister Hua caught my attention: "After you left, in order to pass the news to Granny Meng, we let one or two people enter the underworld every year. It's just that no one succeeded."
"Every year?" I was a little surprised: "Sister Hua, how many years have passed now?"
"It's been more than six hundred years, and now Fanlou no longer exists, and the people from the Twin Sacred Pagodas have become the masters of the underworld. Granny Meng has not received any news, and has been trapped in the depths of the Infernal Hell."
It's been six hundred years, and my expression is very dazed, has it been six hundred years? I faintly feel that something is wrong, and at the same time, I feel that the time should be six hundred years.
Sister Hua didn't make me worry about this problem, but beckoned me to go with her: "Let's go, although Fanlou is gone, we are still together, is there anything better than this?"
I nodded, yes, what could be better than us being together.
I followed Sister Hua and walked slowly towards the gathering place. The feeling of familiarity becomes stronger as I go, but no matter how I think about it, I can't remember where I have seen it.
I even wondered if it was my hallucination that I met Little Bell.
When I saw Little Bell at the gathering place, I ran over quickly. I needed to confirm with Little Bell whether I had met her before.