A wooden house.
It looks so out of place with the surrounding black stone houses.
It may have been some time ago, and the wooden walls made of log pillars are full of mottled moss marks.
The roof is blue-gray, covered with pieces of 'stone' that look like fish scales. I wonder if it was because of the heavy rain just now, but dripping water drops fell from the edge of the roof.
The evening wind blew by, lifting up the blue curtain hanging in front of the door, like a waving hand, moving Tang Ling's heart every time.
Is there something wrong with my memory
Tang Ling's throat rolled as he looked at the wooden house that was incompatible with the surrounding black stone houses. Unspeakable strange emotions surged in his heart.
He actually had the urge to go there and find out.
He couldn't tell if he wanted to prove that he really ignored the wooden house.
Or is it strange that people who come and go seem to turn a blind eye to it
A moment later, Tang Ling stood in this alley. He really couldn't restrain the truest impulse in his heart - he had to go to this wooden house.
Putting his hands in his pockets, Tang Ling strolled towards the building. He stepped on the alley with a lot of water and made a "crackling" sound, but as he approached the building, the sound became quieter. It went on, and then gradually became inaudible.
It's like slowly walking into another space.
No one around paid attention to this slim, handsome boy with black hair. With just a casual glance, he would see him walking to the end of the alley, walking around the corner, and then disappearing.
**
In front of the cabin.
Tang Ling stopped and his breathing became slightly short.
He was not tired, but he noticed that as he approached the cabin, there was no one around.
Even the familiar street scene next to me was so unreal, as if there was an invisible barrier between me. It was unclear whether it was reality or an illusion.
But the wooden house still stands in front of you, as if it is the most real existence.
"Perhaps this is another dream?" After calming down a little, Tang Ling looked up and saw a wooden sign hanging on the door.
There is no deliberate carving, it is a very primitive form, but there are four square patterns carved on it.
Full of strength, there is a strange beauty at first glance.
"Mysterious shop" Tang Ling murmured to himself, actually recognizing the meaning of these four patterns.
This block may be a kind of text.
As the thought came together, Tang Ling had this thought in his mind.
But the strange thing is that Tang Ling is not shocked. From the night of the sudden change to now, nothing has happened that makes him feel unreasonable.
Besides, this is a dream.
Does everything in the dream need explanation
With this thought, Tang Ling opened the still dancing blue curtain and stepped into the room.
It was dark, and only a strange aroma filled the entire space.
This was a scent that Tang Ling had never smelled before. He only felt the freshness of wood, mixed with fruity scent, and entered his nose, and it was like the strange floral scent blended together when flowers are in bloom.
Provides peace of mind and clarity of mind.
Subconsciously, Tang Ling wanted to cover his mouth and nose. In this era, all seemingly harmless details would eventually become reasons for losing his life.
What's more, the dreams he had already experienced told him that everything would be reflected in reality.
"I don't know if it's still too late?" Tang Ling was a little worried.
But at this moment, a dim light suddenly appeared. The originally dark room lit up with the dim light, and dim lights lit up on the left and right.
"Ambergris. Top grade." At the same time, a lazy voice came from the room, with a hint of indifference in the calmness, as if speaking in Tang Ling's ear.
Cold sweat instantly covered Tang Ling's forehead. The precise instinct he had always relied on had no effect. He didn't even notice that there was a person hiding in the darkness
Taking a step back defensively, Tang Ling also saw clearly everything in front of him.
There is a thick, dark-brown wooden cabinet with a brass-colored totem carving on it. Flames jump in the belly of the totem statue, emitting a dim and swaying light.
Next to this totem carving, there is a metal stove that looks very delicate. Green smoke rises from the stove lid, lingering, condensing and not dissipating, and the aroma rises.
A white and slender hand slowly picked up the furnace cover and put it aside.
Then he picked up a small piece of white stuff from the crystal clear stone dish next to him, put it into the furnace, and then covered it. The aroma became stronger and stronger.
Tang Ling secretly clenched his fists.
The owner of the hand finally raised his head.
As he raised his head, his figure hidden in the darkness immediately became clear.
He was sitting, but it could be seen that he was very tall and did not seem to be strong, but he had an inexplicable sense of invincible danger.
This was just a pure feeling. Tang Ling's precise instincts were completely disabled, and he had no feeling at all for the man sitting behind the wooden cabinet.
"High-quality natural dragon's birth incense is rare."
"After all, it needs to be soaked in seawater for hundreds of years. Things related to time are always extremely precious."
"But Purple Moon appears, doesn't it? So ambergris is normal."
Compared to Tang Ling's nervousness, this man was very calm. He seemed to be talking about the fragrance in the room, but Tang Ling couldn't understand it at all.
Only that sentence Zi Yue appeared, which made Tang Ling's heart skip a beat, and he subconsciously asked: "Why?"
Perhaps he didn't expect Tang Ling to ask the question in return. There was a hint of 'interesting' in the man's eyes, but he still replied: "It's very simple. Everything is changing. Won't the sperm whale also change?"
"Ambergris, from sperm whales."
The explanation was simple, but Tang Ling couldn't figure out what all this had to do with Ziyue
He was just curious, why could he see this man clearly now
The same black hair as his was neatly combed back and tucked behind the ears.
The same black eyes as his, but as deep as a deep pool, if there is light flashing during the gaze, it is like reflecting the starry sky.
Very beautiful facial features, it is so easy to see that you can no longer distinguish between male and female.
The whole person exudes laziness, but that kind of laziness means that he doesn't take everything seriously, and he just feels bored and doesn't care.
Such an unforgettable person was sitting here without moving before. Why could I not see clearly
Tang Ling stood there silently, but his mind was filled with all kinds of questions.
But the man seemed to no longer want to be verbose. He suddenly looked at Tang Ling, narrowed his eyes, and showed a formulaic smile: "Welcome to the mysterious store, Dream Seed No. 0233."
Dream Seed No. 0233? Tang Ling's heart tightened suddenly, as if he had caught something.
But before he could ask questions, the man had already stood up. The black robe on his body reflected the dim light, and the light flowed like black water.
"By the way, I forgot to introduce you, I am the owner of the mysterious shop. You can call me - Kun."
(End of chapter)