"Wake up... wake up..."
In his sleep, a vague voice seemed to be making noise.
Xia Ya turned over vigorously, feeling the hard bed board under him, let out a long breath, lifted the torn blanket that was leaking everywhere, and jumped to the ground with bare feet.
It's not yet bright outside, but years of habit have made him wake up at this time of the morning every day.
This broken wooden house is a little cold, and Xiaya wondered in her heart, should I take advantage of the recent warm weather to quickly mend the holes in the roof, and it is best to mend some beams, so as not to fall down in winter Heavy snow, if this dilapidated house can't hold up and collapse, then the father and son will really sleep in the snow.
He turned his head and listened. In the back room, the old guy was still snoring and snoring like thunder.
"This old alcoholic is sleeping soundly..."
Xia muttered, pushed the door and walked out of the house. First, he scooped a bowl of water into the jar, gargled his mouth, and then picked up the pot and filled it with water, and threw it on the stove.
There wasn't enough firewood, so Xiaya took the rusty axe from the wall and went outside to chop a few pieces of wood—the old guy said he wanted to teach himself kung fu, but he taught him how to chop wood with just a few hands. , When can I become a real master
Walking back into the kitchen, he threw the firewood into the hearth, and suddenly saw the fire fork in the hearth. Xia Ya's heart moved, as if vaguely, a strange thought emerged in his heart, which tempted him to stretch out his hand towards the fire fork.
This black charcoal fork has long since lost its true color in the charcoal fire that has been burned for an unknown number of years. It is cold to the touch and heavy in the hand.
Xia Ya held the fire fork in his hand, but a strange and familiar feeling seemed to emerge in his heart, as if... himself.
In this room, I have lived here since I can remember, and the old guy in the back room has not stopped snoring. According to the old practice, this old guy probably won't get up until the sun reaches his head.
In this room, everything is shabby, familiar, with leaky windows, leaky roof, leaky door panels. The pile of firewood outside the door, the dark hearth, and the broken water tank...
I have lived here for so many years, and I am very familiar with everything. All I have to do every day is chop wood, burn fire... Even with my eyes closed, I can do it.
Today also seems to be no different from the past.
But... why, I always feel that something is wrong in my heart
It seems that all these are scenes that are all too familiar, things that are all too familiar, but when I do it one by one, I have a strange feeling of strangeness in my heart.
Heck.
Faintly, there seems to be a voice in the depths of my heart screaming desperately, reminding myself: All this is wrong, all wrong!
But what was wrong, Xia Ya couldn't remember.
Looking at the burning fire, Xia Ya grabbed the fire fork and digged it out in the hearth. Suddenly, he smiled instinctively and subconsciously.
This fire is so red, the color is very similar to the crimson murderous aura that he uses with a fire fork.
Crimson...?
Xia Ya was stunned for a moment, and her mind suddenly became a little confused.
Crimson murderous? What it is? Why did this name sound so familiar, it jumped into my heart inexplicably. However, it seems to be something I never knew...
Looking at the fire, watching the water in the pot gradually boil and steaming, Xiaya became more and more dazed.
The days of seclusion in this valley are peaceful and quiet. Probably the happiest thing ever.
Live in this valley for the rest of your life, ignore the wind and rain in the outside world, maybe...
Maybe... that's how people should live
The day went by as usual.
At noon, the old guy got up, drank as usual, then got drunk, and went back to bed again, but the old guy's cough seemed to be heavier than the previous days. People became more and more lazy, and didn't even say a word to Xia Ya.
Xia Ya went into the woods as usual, came back with a few rabbits, cooked a meal, and chopped some firewood in the afternoon. When the sun gradually went down, he returned home.
After dark, he had enough to eat and drink, and lay back on his hard bed, looking at the hole in the roof, thinking in his heart, tomorrow he can't be lazy anymore, he has to hurry up and fix the house.
In such reverie, sleepiness surged, Xiaya closed his eyes and started to sleep.
He seemed to have done something strange and violent.
In the dream, he seemed to have walked out of this small valley and walked to the time outside. He dreamed that he had become a great general, riding a steed, rushing to the battlefield with thousands of troops, but when he looked down, he held It was not a magic spear or a sword, but the fire fork in the hearth of his own house.
After a while, the dream seemed to change into another scene. He was sitting with a beautiful and gentle woman, embracing each other. It's just that in the dream, although the woman beside her is gentle and pleasant, she can't see her face clearly. It's just that the girl in the dream called herself Adeline for a while, and then seemed to change her name to Daphne or something.
Xia was smiling in her heart.
It's a great dream to do...
Get up early the next morning, chopping wood, living, digging out the stove, going out hunting, chopping wood again, and making dinner...
Before going to bed, I looked at the hole in the roof, thinking about fixing the house. Occasionally mixed with the sound of the old guy in the back room coughing or snoring...
Everything is so peaceful in the day, such a day has passed. In the calm, there is a helpless deadness.
The struggling voice in his heart seemed to be more and more eager to move, but every time Xia Ya himself shook his head and smiled bitterly.
I am a little hunter in the mountains, and I have no skills, where will I have a bright future
As in the dream, being a general, holding a beautiful woman... Probably, it was just a dream.
Days like this seem to be living like this all my life.
Although there is an impulse in my heart, I want to get out of this valley, go to see the time outside, go to Wildfire Town, or go further afield, to Odin in the far north, to Byzantium in the south...
However, every time these thoughts arise, they are immediately suppressed in the mind.
No matter what they do, it's not bad to be a little hunter and live in this big mountain. Is not it
Such days seem to have passed for more than ten days in a row. Xiaya lay on the hard bed at night, holding his head and looking at the hole in the roof, thinking about repairing the house, and then gradually lost his mind, thinking about what he did every night these days. The dream of the strange general and the beautiful woman also lasted longer and longer.
An inexplicable irritability in my heart seems to be more and more difficult to suppress.
"Damn it, why are there always so many distracting thoughts recently?" Xia muttered, as if instinctive, and blurted out subconsciously: "Dora, do you think I'm crazy?"
The words blurted out, and Xia Ya was suddenly stunned.
Dora
Who is Dora
Why do you blurt out as if you were talking to someone
Frightened by himself, he couldn't help sitting up.
Dora? Fire fork? Crimson murderous? General? Adeline? Daphne
It's all a mess...
Alas, I am a little sleepy, my mouth is a little dry, and I want to drink water.
"Come on, Dodoro, bring me a bottle of wine!"
These words were almost blurted out again, but Xia Ya was suddenly shocked, and his whole body suddenly became cold!
Dodoro? Another weird name
Me, what the hell happened to me? !
He jumped out of bed uneasy, stood barefoot on the ground, and looked around.
The night in the valley was quiet, with only the occasional sound of insects coming from the grass. Looking up, the moon is bright, and a full moon is at the head.
The abnormality in Xia Ya's heart gradually subsided.
Maybe it's just because of those weird dreams that I've had these days and nights.
Well, it must be a dream.
Is it a dream...
He lowered his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at his shadow on the ground by the moonlight, and was about to turn back to his room to sleep.
Suddenly, Xia Ya was shocked, and suddenly thought of a strange idea.
This... seems... not quite right! !
Huo Ran raised his head, Xiaya's eyes widened at the bright moon in the sky above his head, the moon was like a disk, and the moonlight was bright...
Bright moon, bright moon...
Yes! It's the moon!
This moon is really round and weird!
As if... As if... These days, every night is a full moon!
Where in the world is there such a strange thing! Where is the truth that every day is a full moon? !
With this thought in mind, Xia Ya suddenly broke out in cold sweat all over her body, and when she listened to it, she suddenly heard the familiar snoring sound of the old guy in the back room.
I suddenly remembered that I hadn't seen the old guy for many days. He seemed to be in the back room every day, and I heard him get up, drink, sleep, snore, cough... But I never saw him come out!
wrong!
wrong! !
Although everything is so familiar, and I live my own life with a straight face, but after all, something is not right!
The full moon in the sky became more and more bizarre in Xia Ya's eyes.
He subconsciously wanted to take off the axe hanging on the wall, but for some unknown reason, a strange thought flashed in his heart, but he turned to the hearth, took out the black fire fork, and clenched it tightly. In hand again.
It was as if the dark fire fork in the subconscious could give him a sense of security more than an axe.
Holding the fire fork and looking around, everything seems to be still so peaceful and peaceful, but the sense of crisis in my heart is getting stronger and stronger!
"What's going on?! What's going on?!"
Xia Ya started talking to herself, and soon her voice became louder and louder. Finally, she raised a fire fork and pointed to the sky: "Where does this goddamn moon come from to be so round and so bright?!"
Suddenly, a strange thought came up.
Everything around, this house, this valley, this dilapidated house, this pyre, this kitchen, this hearth, everything that was familiar before suddenly became so unfamiliar!
In my mind, countless strange fragments flashed, as if they were all scenes from a dream.
Fire Fork, Crimson Murderousness, Battlefield, General, Adeline, Daphne...
Suddenly so many things were stuffed into his head, as if he was about to burst his head, Xia's eyes widened, as if he was looking for something, but he couldn't even tell what he was looking for. .
Finally, in the depths of my mind, a faint, if vague, voice suddenly came, the voice seemed unfamiliar, but it seemed unusually familiar.
"Char! Wake up! Wake up! Char! Wake up!!"
... Boom! ! !
In the depths of my mind, it seems that countless thunders are roaring! Sha Ya's tinnitus dazzled, and it seemed that lightning bolts ripped apart the hazy fog in his consciousness and tore it apart!
In the depths of my heart, all the unease, all the confusion, became clear and clear little by little!
Finally, in front of me, this world, this valley, this house, this forest, this sky, everything seemed to suddenly turn into a huge vortex and began to spin rapidly! And Xiaya stood in the middle of this vortex, holding a fire fork, watching everything vigilantly!
The world seemed to be distorted, all familiar scenes instantly turned into shadows in the vortex, dissipating invisible, and finally looking around, I seemed to be in a mist of nothingness, whether it was up or down, Front, back, left and right, as if you can't see the edge and the end at a glance!
"I... this... what's going on? Where is this?!"
Xia Ya shook her head vigorously, her head was dizzy, almost bursting open.
Fortunately, the familiar voice in the back of my mind rang again, with joy and relief in its tone.
"Thank goodness! You finally woke up! This mental magic is so powerful, I'm still worried that you are really trapped inside, then we are all over!!"
Xia Ya took a deep breath, and his sober consciousness finally returned to him little by little. He frowned in a low voice and tentatively said, "You... Dora?"
"Nonsense, am I still someone else?!" Dora's voice was a little anxious: "Are you really awake?!"
Xia Ya smiled bitterly and took a few deep breaths: "It seems like I'm awake... Hell, what happened to me before? It seems like I'm dreaming, I... I seem to have returned to my hometown in the valley, as if I have returned to a few days. Years ago... I... "
"Shut up! There's no time to discuss your dreams now! Char! We are in danger now! You, can you still remember what happened?!"
Xia thought hard for a while: "The underground cave... the crystal mine... the skeleton of the ancient dragon, and the bottomless pit..." He finally raised his head and exclaimed: "Ah! Yes! That bottomless pit! I remember us The three of them went down that bottomless pit together, and… and then…”
His thoughts became clearer and clearer, he finally let out a breath, and his expression became solemn: "I remember that we flew down that bottomless pit for a long time without reaching the bottom, and then it was suddenly dark and we couldn't see anything, I opened my eyes again. At that time, the two guys in my hands disappeared, and I became alone! Then darkness hit, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't feel anything, and finally... In the end, it was as if Passed out."
Speaking of which, Xiaya frowned: "Where are we now? Are we underground? Why can't we see anything here? There is fog everywhere?!"
"Xia Ya, listen carefully!" Dora's voice became extremely serious: "We are not at the bottom of some burrow now, but... I am afraid we have been plotted unknowingly, and we have fallen into a kind of spiritual magic. This magic should be very powerful, and now you are not at the bottom of some bottomless pit, but... but sucked into your own spiritual consciousness! In other words, you are trapped in your own dream. Xiaya, do you understand? If you can't find a way to decipher this magic, then I'm afraid you will be trapped in your own consciousness forever, and you will never be able to get out!"
"..." Xiaya was stunned: "I...my own consciousness?! Spiritual magic?!"
"Yes." Dora said quickly: "I think it should be the ancient dragon! The dragon language magic mastered by the ancient dragon is far more powerful and profound than the current dragon family! The magic of the ancient dragon is also It is far more powerful than ordinary dragons. This kind of spiritual attack magic is enough to confuse powerful opponents and trap them in their spiritual world forever! This is a legendary ancient dragon possessed. A very powerful skill."
Xia Ya was stunned, looking at the boundless fog around him, and muttered: "Me, my own spiritual consciousness world? Hell, is the world in my consciousness such a fog of nothingness and blankness?"
"Of course not, just like people's dreams, this spiritual consciousness world is based on the various emotions, memories, and various secrets deep in your heart, or all the most familiar things and memories. Your most memorable, favorite, most hated, most disgusting, or most feared, most worried and most disturbed... In short, all kinds of things are made up of, and the human heart is extremely complex."
After a pause, Dora continued: "You said that you seemed to be living in the valley of your hometown just now, that's part of your inner world, and your life in the valley of your hometown should be the most familiar to you subconsciously. The scene, so after you were trapped in your own spiritual world, it was like a dream, and what you dreamed was naturally the thing you were most familiar with. But you finally woke up and found that it was wrong and that the world was unreal Yes, so once you wake up, the world of that valley is gone!"
"So… now? What do we do now? How do we get out?!"
"I, I don't know... I only know that any magic is not indecipherable, especially this kind of spiritual magic, there is always its weakness, this weakness must exist, but we haven't found it yet. . Now the most important thing for you is to keep your mind, stay awake, and don't be confused by anything! I think, after the dream you created just now is shattered, but there should be other things in your spiritual world, what you like and what you don't like Hate, hate, fear, anything can happen! Do you understand? Keep your mind and don't get caught up in it!"
Xia Ya nodded, gave a wry smile, looked around, sighed in his heart, held the fire fork, and strode out.
I don't know how long I have been walking in this fog, but suddenly the fog in front of me has faded, and I vaguely seem to see some outlines. walked over slowly.
Finally, the fog in front of me suddenly disappeared in an instant! In front of Xiaya, there is a huge hall with luxurious decoration, and in front of it, there is an open door, and outside the door is a huge terrace.
On the terrace, a woman in a white robe, with a graceful body, her golden hair fell like a waterfall.
Xiaya was startled and lost his voice: "Daphne?!"
The scene in front of me is actually the room and terrace where Daphne lived in the Imperial Palace!
Daphne turned around, her beautiful face was facing Xia Ya, her bright eyes immediately burst into surprise, and she exclaimed, "Xia, Xia Ya?! Why are you here?"
She immediately opened her arms and rushed towards Xia Ya. With a fragrant wind, her soft body plunged into Xia Ya's arms. Before Xia Ya could move, the fire fork in her hand was also held high. She stood up, but the body of the woman in her arms was already attached, and a pair of snow-white arms hooked Xia Ya's neck.
Despite Dora's stern reminder before, Daphne in her arms looks so real, her graceful undulating body is attached to her body, the curves of her familiar body, and the smell, everything seems to be so the truth.
Daphne's voice whispered in Xiaya's ear: "You, haven't you left the imperial capital? Why did you come back?"
"I... I..." Xia only felt that her mind gradually became blank again. Although she tried her best to remind herself that it was all an illusion, the sober voice in her heart became more and more dim...
"I..." Xiaya took a deep breath, and finally, her hand still fell, and Daphne was gently hugging her arms: "I... I'll come and see you."
"Well." Daphne in his arms snorted softly, hugged Xiaya hard, and whispered: "I miss you very much, I... I have been regretting it, regretting letting you leave, regretting not following You go with me, I-"
Xia Ya couldn't resist more and more in her heart, but at this moment, there was an exclamation from behind!
The exclaimed voice was clear and crisp, Xia turned back suddenly, and saw a familiar figure!
Adeline was standing behind her.
The poor bastard seemed to be still wearing the same men's clothes as when he first saw him, his hair tied up, and was staring at himself in surprise, staring at Daphne in his arms.
"You! You! You!! Char! You, how can you! How can you!! Daphne, you, you… "
Two lines of clear tears quickly flowed out of Adeline's eyes, and that sad expression made Xia Ya's heart almost break in an instant. He seemed to subconsciously let go of Daphne in his arms and was about to reach out.
Adeline showed an angry expression on her face, pointed at Xia Ya and said angrily: "Xia Ya! You said, you will only love me one! You said it! Why do you do this to me! Daphne! I Treat you like your own sister! Why do you want to… He is my husband!! My husband!!”
With a swoosh, Adeline pulled out a dagger from nowhere, and rushed towards her. Xia dared to stretch out her hand to resist the dagger that stabbed at her, so she could only take a few steps back. However, Daphne, who was in his arms, greeted him and said loudly, "Adeline, I, I am..."
With a puff, the dagger stabbed into Daphne's heart when he was in the chest, and blood flowed out immediately. Xia's terrified body softened, and Daphne swayed, took a few steps back, and finally collapsed. in a pool of blood.
Adeline gritted her teeth, stared at Xiaya fiercely, and looked at the dagger in her hand dripping blood: "I, I hate you! I hate you!! Xiaya, if you don't want me, I will die. All right!"
After finishing speaking, Adeline's Hengjian swiped heavily on her neck!
Blood splattered everywhere, Xiaya exclaimed, and suddenly jumped up, shouting: "No..."
Suddenly, the sky was spinning, and everything around it turned into countless vortexes again, and disappeared in an instant...
As everything around him turned into a mist of nothingness again, Xi Ya sat on the ground and panted.
"Fake, it's all fake! Everything's fake..."
Dora's voice came out again, but it was a bit mocking: "Hehe, Xiaya, all the illusions here are the consciousness that exists in your own heart, I am afraid, you have always had this kind of fear in your heart. ? Hehe... People who owe emotional debts will always feel guilty, hahahaha..."
"Humph!" Xia finally calmed down and snorted angrily: "Shut up, Dora!"
Just in my heart, but I can't help but feel guilty.
In fact, the scene that just happened did seem to have stabbed the real weakness in his heart.
Whether it's the poor worm or Daphne, they are the most loved ones in his heart. Since the entanglement with Daphne, Xiaya naturally has a huge sense of guilt towards the poor worm. I was always worried about what would happen if the two women met in the future. The scene just now was indeed something he had feared in his nightmares...
Recalling the scene where the two girls died at the same time and fell in a pool of blood, Xiaya felt more and more fearful. Gradually, a surge of anger emerged.
He jumped up suddenly, held the fire fork at the top of his head, and shouted loudly: "Damn! Are you just using this scene to scare Lao Tzu!! Come on! What other skills do you have! Take them all out! Let this uncle see, what other weird and scary things do you have! Come on! Come on!!"
He called for a while, but where did he get any response
Xia Ya scolded for a while, and finally calmed down, but the suffocation in her heart became more intense, and she gritted her teeth: "Damn it! How can I get out of this place! Dora, what can you do?"
Dora's voice came to mind after a while, and said slowly: "A dream is a dream, and speaking of it, this dream is actually your own consciousness, that is to say, this dream is you, and you are a dream. I don't know how to prepare for waking up from the dream, but I have an idea..."
"what idea?"
"You think, when ordinary people dream, how do they wake up in the end?"
"Huh?" Xia Ya was stunned for a moment: "I don't know about this. I should have slept enough and woke up naturally."
Dora laughed and scolded: "I'm not talking about the normal state, but a special state, such as... exciting!"
"Go ahead." Xia frowned.
"If someone has nightmares, they will often end up being frightened by the too terrifying scenes in the dream, and they will wake up from the dream when they are excited. Or external forces intervene. For example, when they are dreaming, someone hits the person outside, The response to pain is waking up. In short, there are all kinds of possibilities. But, there is one common characteristic among them."
"what?"
"You think, ordinary people dream, even if they dream of various scenes in their dreams, but once they wake up, that is to say, they return to the real world, the 'self' in the dream disappears! To be precise, the current You are in your own dream. You are also you, and this dream is also you. But to be more precise, this dream is your real consciousness, and the current you is actually just one of your own dreams. Projection. If you want this dream to end, as long as this 'projection' of yourself disappears, then the dream will naturally cease to exist."
Xia Ya was a little confused: "Me? Projection? Make me disappear?"
"Yes, dreams are based on one self, and then experience everything in the dream, but if the 'I' in the dream does not exist, then the dream naturally does not exist." Dora's voice carried a trace of it. Grim.
Xia Ya gradually understood, and frowned: "Let me disappear? How to disappear?"
"It's very simple, as long as you die in a dream, then naturally..." Dora said slowly: "You are now the 'self' in this dream, if this 'self' dies, then it is like If you have a nightmare, the self in the dream is dead, and you are frightened, maybe you will wake up completely and return to the reality outside."
"I... die?" Xiaya frowned: "How to die? Can't I kill myself?"
"Why not?" Dora said slowly: "Anyway, this is in a dream, and it's not really dying. When ordinary people dream, they often dream of many terrifying scenes, such as falling from a high altitude, that is, in a dream. I have encountered life and death, and the 'self' in the dream is dead, and I will naturally wake up, so we might as well try."
"Self, commit suicide?" Xia Ya raised the fire fork in his hand, hesitant.
Dora sighed: "It's a dream anyway, so try it, if it doesn't work, let's think of other ways. Everything here is illusory, and it's not really telling you to die. You saw it just now, Dai Finney and Adeline both died in front of your eyes, aren't they all fake? It's fake anyway, what are you afraid of?"
After a pause, Dora's voice gradually became solemn: "Xia Ya, maybe this is the only way."
A few thoughts flashed through Xia Ya's mind, she couldn't help but put the fire fork to her chest, looked at the fire fork in her hand, and took a deep breath: "Maybe... Maybe you're right, anyway, anyway... all this , it's all fake, I'm in a dream, I'm not really going to die, right..."
After speaking, he took a few deep breaths, turned the fire fork upside down, and pointed it towards his chest, about to stab it!
Just as her fingers were about to exert force, Xiaya suddenly felt blessed, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind like lightning! He suddenly stopped his hand and put the fire fork down!
Gradually, a sneer appeared on the corner of Xia Ya's mouth.
The fire fork in his hand quickly pointed to the top of his head again, and Xia Ya realized what he saw, and suddenly the crimson murderous aura was displayed by him, and his whole body was full of red light!
"Hahahaha! What a cunning thing! I almost fell for you!!"
Xia Ya laughed wildly, with anger in her voice.
"What did you say?" Dora's voice was a little weird.
"What did I say? You sly old dragon! I was almost tricked into committing suicide by you! Damn, you are a despicable rotten bone, you really have a good way, if I hadn't been alert enough and really committed suicide here, then That's stupid!"
Xia Ya swung the fire fork in his hand, a red light flashed, and said bitterly: "Bah! How long do you want to pretend to be Dora? Do you really think I'm stupid?! It's your own consciousness to lie to me. You lied to me? I was in my own dream? I bah!!!! To create such a realistic illusion, if one is not careful, it will really follow your path! In fact, I am not in my own at all. In a dream! Not in my own conscious space! I'm in this underground cave now! It's just that these mists, and the scenes I just saw, are all psychedelic magic created by you , right?! It's just some illusion spells! But, I guess most of you have some magic like mind reading, you can understand the thoughts in my heart, you can spy on some of my memories, and you can also Spy on Dora's existence! That's why I faked Dora's voice to trick me into committing suicide!!"
"I... I don't understand what you said! Are you crazy again, talking nonsense!" Dora's voice still retorted.
"Damn, still don't give up? Hahaha! Do you know where your biggest flaw is? You cunning old dragon, rotten bones!! If you pretend to be something else, maybe I won't be easy to detect, but you are Pretending to be Dora's voice! Aha!! I want to ask you, Dora was originally a soul attached to my conscious mental space. Since you said, I am now in my own conscious space, then Dora should be here too! However, why do you, 'Dora', still only hear the sound but not the shape? Joke! As you said, I am already in my own conscious space, Then you, Dora, still exist in my mind and make a sound! If I am just a 'projection', then how can you, Dora, still be in my mind?"
Speaking of the last sentence, Xia Ya shouted sharply: "It's not too soon to show up!! If you have the ability, I will have a good fight with you!!"
Finally, Dora's voice disappeared, replaced by a hoarse roar like a sigh!
That roaring voice, as if the words were thick and piercing!
"What a shrewd human being..."