In the entire mourning hall, all the players except Tang Ning were facing a formidable enemy. Only Tang Ning was lost in thought as he stared at Ji Lianyun who was smiling gently not far away.
Xiao Ning.
When the gentle and tender tone of voice called him this name, he instantly thought of Mo Yunchu.
Ji Lianyun walked forward with a smile on his face. When he was about to step over the threshold, all the players turned their heads to look at Tang Ning, signaling with their eyes that Tang Ning should go and stop Ji Lianyun.
There is only a small piece of incense left, which needs to be kept to ward off ghosts and monsters. It cannot withstand Ji Lianyun's next visit.
Tang Ning stood up quickly. He had been kneeling for so long that when he stood up suddenly his eyes went dark and his upper body felt weak. He took a few steps relying on his feeling. The black spots in front of his eyes slowly dissipated. Ji Lianyun reached out and supported him. All the players watched the incense burn faster and faster nervously. Only Ji Lianyun was observing his condition with concern.
"Aren't you dizzy?" Ji Lianyun said distressedly: "You are not in good health, and you have been kneeling for so long, you can't stand up so quickly."
Incense and accelerate burning.
But this does not mean that Ji Lianyun is the real Ji Lianyun.
Because before Ji Lianyun lit the lamp and knelt down, the incense was burning normally.
"My business."
Tangning couldn't tell who Ji Lianyun was in front of him. He could only see the flickering candlelight reflected in her deep eyes, adding a touch of warmth and homeliness. "I cooked a few dishes for you. There's a kind of wild vegetable in the village that's really delicious. I wonder if you've tried it."
Ji Lianyun said as he looked at the players around him. He invited them warmly, "Would you like to come eat with us?"
The players shook their heads.
Ji Lianyun was polite again. He held Tangning's hand and said softly, "Let's go home and eat it while it's hot."
Tang Ning looked at his teammates around him and found that no one wanted to stop him, so he and Ji Lianyun left the narrow and depressing mourning hall together.
The air outside was fresh but cold. Tang Ning walked closely beside Ji Lianyun. Ji Lianyun asked him if his knees hurt from kneeling, if the incense in the mourning hall would make him uncomfortable, if he needed to put on more clothes at night, and how long he wanted to stay in the mourning hall before going back to his room to rest.
It was as if Ji Lianyun had collected a basket of them when he was alone, and when he saw him, he took them out one by one to show him.
Tangning wanted to say that he was alone in the funeral hall, but Ji Lianyun's tone was so gentle that Tangning couldn't hide his grievance. He held Ji Lianyun's hand tightly and spoke in a soft tone, "My legs hurt, but I will adjust my posture when I feel numb from kneeling."
Ji Lianyun stopped walking when he heard this. He half-knelt down and carefully rolled up Tangning's trouser legs as she looked at him blankly. He stared at her carefully for a moment, "It's all red."
In fact, Tang Ning had already gotten used to the pain this body brought him. The greatest pain he had felt while kneeling in the mourning hall for several hours was not as intense as this.
But why did his nose suddenly feel sore after Ji Lianyun said this
"I'll apply some medicine to you when we get back. You'll be fine after a good night's sleep." Ji Lianyun stood up. His face couldn't be seen in the darkness. His voice drifted into Tangning's ears with the breeze, "The dead cannot be resurrected. Don't wallow in sorrow."
"I saw a sentence when I was reading a book before. There is no need to dwell on the present, nor to worry about the future. Life is useless—"
Ji Lianyun's voice was as gentle as the night, "As long as we keep moving forward, the day will always dawn."
Tangning held Ji Lianyun's hand tightly.
He suddenly felt very warm, even though the night ahead could not be dispelled.
etc.
Tang Ning suddenly realized a problem. Since it was so dark that he couldn't see his hand in front of him, how could Ji Lianyun see that his knee was red
The cold wind blew across the back of his neck, and the lingering chill enveloped him like the mist after a rainstorm. This mist was gray and cold, and only he could see it. He held "Ji Lianyun's" hand and could not utter a word.
This ghost.
A ghost talking to him.
"Ji Lianyun" was gentle and looked no different from the real Ji Lianyun. After walking a few steps, he suddenly started to cough softly. The cough went from low to high, each one more intense than the last, until it was heart-wrenching.
Tang Ning was completely stunned. He could only see a vague outline trembling in the darkness.
Normally at this time, he should have gone over to ask about her well-being, but when Tangning sensed that this was not the real Ji Lianyun, he felt like he was nailed to the spot by fear. He was very afraid of ghosts, really very afraid. He was afraid of the pale hands reaching out from the sedan chair, the tongue licking his eyeballs, and the obsessed "Ji Lianyun" who wanted to swallow him whole.
What exactly does this "Ji Lianyun" want to do
Tang Ning saw a shaking body falling down in the darkness. "Ji Lianyun" fell to the ground and seemed to be unconscious.
Tang Ning panicked. He used his flashlight to shine on "Ji Lianyun" and saw red blood splattered from the corner of his lips onto his clothes. His pale hands were covered in sticky blood!
"Ji Lianyun! Ji Lianyun!" Tang Ning hurriedly helped the collapsed person up and tried to wake him up, but Ji Lianyun closed his eyes tightly and did not respond. Tang Ning went to feel Ji Lianyun's breath and detected a faint breath. He quickly dialed the number with his bloodstained hands, but halfway through the call, Tang Ning suddenly found that his phone had lost signal again. In the card world, mobile phone signal usually means
The ghost is approaching!
Tang Ning hugged Ji Lianyun's body in fear. Ji Lianyun was very heavy, so Tang Ning could only carry Ji Lianyun back with great effort. Ji Lianyun was so heavy and his body was cold. The smell of blood emanated from behind. Tang Ning was so afraid that Ji Lianyun would suddenly turn into a ghost. He was so scared that when he turned around, he would see a pale ghost face hanging on his shoulder.
A rustling sound came from behind Tang Ning.
The sound of footsteps!
The fear that burst out in an instant surged out, flowing endlessly around Tang Ning. Every factor of fear was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on his body. His legs, his hands, his throat, his will and his soul were all crushed.
Tang Ning walked forward tremblingly, carrying Ji Lianyun on his back, his footsteps following him relentlessly.
Rustle, rustle, neither fast nor slow, lingering like a ghost.
His legs were trembling. It was pitch black in front of him and he couldn't see anything. The cold wind blew past Tang Ning. The faster Tang Ning walked, the things followed him faster. The slower Tang Ning walked, the things followed him slower, as if they were walking on Tang Ning's heels.
Tang Ning didn't know how long he had been walking. Logically, he should have been able to walk back to the funeral hall, but now he was still on the road.
Tang Ning used his cell phone to take a picture of the surrounding scenery. The cold beam of light penetrated the darkness and continued to extend forward, but stopped on a stiff body.
The hand holding the phone was shaking, and the light beam swayed, illuminating a blood-stained hemp rope tied around the ankle.
The next moment, everything was pitch black. Tang Ning was so frightened that his heart stopped. He found that his cell phone had automatically turned off.
The last ray of light was completely lost in the darkness.
Trapped in a maze!
After realizing this hopeless reality, Tangning even wanted to give up.
He wanted to give up everything, his struggles, his gritted teeth and persistence. He wanted to give up everything. After all, he would die one day. It didn't matter if the ghosts pounced on him. The pain was short-lived. He would let the pain for a moment completely crush him. He thought so bravely, but a faint voice in his heart told him -
No, I'm so scared. I'm afraid of facing the real abyss.
Tang Ning bit her lower lip so hard that she even tasted a hint of blood.
His eyes widened in an instant, and he suddenly realized something. Blood! Ji Lianyun's blood seemed to scare ghosts!
No wonder after walking for so long, that ghost thing was still lingering around him and never dared to come closer.
Tang Ning quickly touched the remaining blood on Ji Lianyun's hand, and smeared it all over his body. After smearing it, Tang Ning felt a little safer, and found that he had no strength left.
He had just walked for a long time carrying Ji Lianyun on his back, and it seemed that every bit of strength in his body and even in the spaces between his bones had been drained out. The extreme pain from exhaustion crawled over his body, like an invisible strange insect lurking in his heart.
Tang Ning continued to walk forward carrying Ji Lianyun's heavy body. Since he couldn't see anything, it was actually different from walking with his eyes closed.
So tired.
He wanted to be stronger, stronger, but the current situation seemed to be the limit for him.
The more he understood himself, the more painful he became. He always wanted to work hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he seemed to be an insurmountable gap between him and truly outstanding people.
Strong body, smart brain, strong will, fearless courage
—"Life is useless, as long as we keep moving forward, the day will always come."
Ji Lianyun's gentle voice seemed to echo in her ears. Tangning felt like she should cry again. It seemed like the only thing she had left was to cry, letting her tears wash away the pain and fear.
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.
Tangning, don't give up, okay? You are much better now than the first time you entered this game. You can't just curl up in a corner and cry like an ostrich like you did at the beginning. You will get better little by little, and you will make it until the real dawn.
So please keep going.
Even if people rely on you, you must keep going.
Tang Ning's exhausted body seemed to have regained some strength. He walked forward with Ji Lianyun on his back. As they walked, a little light actually appeared in the distance!
The light emanating from the mourning hall!
Tang Ning excitedly carried Ji Lianyun on his back as he walked towards the light. He walked faster and faster, just like he was sprinting the last section of a running test. All the strength in his body was squeezed out. He walked to the mourning hall panting and saw the players kneeling in the hall, with their feet shaking in front of him.
Tang Ning's foot paused as he was about to step over the threshold.
A very strange feeling filled his heart. This feeling was different from the last time he saw a hanged person. Tang Ning slowly raised his head, his eyes moving from the slender ankles, to the slender waist, and then to the slender neck that seemed to be broken.
When Tang Ning raised his head and looked up, the hanged man's face unexpectedly looked at him at the same time.
Using Tang Ning's face.
Tang Ning saw himself hanged on the beam