The gentle wind, mixed with tulip air, blows on people's faces, bringing a trace of tiredness and laziness. Walking in a large field of tulip flowers, Xu Lang seems to have forgotten everything in the past.
The previous fatigue and struggle have now turned into a piece of peace.
The flowers and grass skipped the back of his hanging hand, a little itchy, and a little comfortable. He was surprised to find that his left hand had regained control, and the original black and dead spirit disappeared completely. He became a whole person, a living person. .
In the cloudless sky, a few chirping birds flew from time to time, bringing a breeze, and Xu Lang had a trace of nostalgia.
The freshly renovated soil on the ground is a bit soft, but it doesn't feel slippery when stepping on it. On the contrary, it feels comfortable as if stepping on the clouds. Xu Lang walked a little bit like this, feeling like water.
A few butterflies suddenly hovered in front of him, crossed and changed positions, and then began to fly around him, and then flew towards the other end, not fast, flew a few steps, stopped, and turned around. It seemed to be looking at Xu Lang who was holding back.
Xu Lang's heart moved slightly, and he began to follow the butterfly, walking slowly in a certain direction in a puzzled manner.
After passing through the flower field, walking through the stream, Xu Lang found the long-lost peace during the journey, until he saw a wooden house...
The brown wooden house on the grass is not very big, but the sun shines on it, but it has a hazy beauty, revealing warmth and peace. He stepped on the grass like a newcomer who had let everything down...
He is looking at a new life, as beautiful as a dream.
Inside the wooden house, there were two cheerful laughs. Xu Lang heard the sounds familiar, as if they were two little boys, and those voices became clearer as they approached.
"Brother, I made this dress for my mother!"
"It's all the same style. Who wears it is different. My mom made a little bit, and yours is a little big, so let's change it."
"No! Mom, look at him!"
Xu Lang seemed to have heard who these two teenagers were, but he didn't expect that the two adults, who were as mature as adults, would spoil themselves in front of people, just to choose a favorite dress.
"Okay, you are the elder brother, so you should make a little brother. When you are growing up, wear it for a period of time. I will just make one for you.
A gentle female voice came outside the house, this woman Xu Lang had only heard of the words of the teenagers, and never met, but it could be seen that she was a very peaceful woman.
Xu Lang stopped outside the house, raised his head slightly, facing the gentle sunlight, that cheek that was originally hung with indifference and paleness seemed to be coated with a layer of gold and looked very leisurely.
Not long after, the door of the wooden house was pushed open with brute force, and two very handsome little boys ran towards the large tulip field holding a football.
The play of the young, the cry of the birds, the flowing of the stream, the overflowing of the sun...
This place is very beautiful, with magic power that makes people unable to extricate themselves. No one can refuse such a life. Even Xu Lang, who has only stayed for a few minutes, wants to stay awake...
But he still woke up.
And this time when he woke up from the familiar bed, Xu Lang's face was no longer tired. That dream gave him a blessing and hope. It turns out that the boy is really doing well now.
Looking at the morning sky outside the window but still gloomy, Xu Lang's good mood just waking up was somewhat diminished.
The daydream mission was over, and the purge was over. The weather forecast at that time was false. The first six days were sunny. On the contrary, after Xu Lang returned from the mission, he found that the weather finally turned bleak.
Xu Lang lifted the quilt and did not get up in a hurry. Instead, after putting on his glasses, he drew out a cigarette and began to return from the previous dream.
The rain was not heavy, it was just pattering and non-stop, seven or eight hours had passed since his return, but the rain still showed no sign of stopping.
But presumably the storm in the daydream is already beautiful this time, and the fresh air under the light rain makes people relax.
Seeing the rising smoke in the room, Xu Lang's thoughts were once again lost. Now he is sitting on the bedside smoking, watching the raindrops outside the window as if he has experienced it many times. This alternative feeling made him feel a little illusory.
Everything seems to be the same as it was a long time ago, but there are only three people left in the newspaper.
Xu Lang, Yan Yan and Wuming.
There are four daydream survivors, and zero because of that particularity no longer needs to return to the newspaper.
Now Xu Lang has completed his tenth mission, and also enjoys this rule. Those who have completed ten or more times do not have to be forced to return to the reporting agency or live in the newspaper, and at the same time they no longer have that. Time out of the prescribed nature.
In other words, Xu Lang is now free to enter and exit the newspaper office, and can be sent into the task from anywhere.
However, there is no place where Xu Lang likes to stay in this world. He chose to return to the newspaper office without much thought. It seems that this is the place he hates most, but it is also the only place where he can feel the temperature.
After all, there are stern words and namelessness here.
Although Wuming is still a living dead at this moment...
Regarding this point, Xu Lang was also puzzled at the time. In theory, Wuming is the soul drawn away from the mission. All injuries should be repaired after returning from the mission, but this time it did not.
Wuming still maintains the state in the task, unable to think, unable to move.
After Xu Lang and Yan Yan placed Wuming in his room last night, they discussed for a long time, and finally came to an unfavorable conclusion: the evil spirits of the day are too powerful, and the injuries they cause cannot even be reported by newspapers. Completely repaired.
This is very bad news. Wuming is in such a state that it is difficult to survive the final round, and they will definitely not be able to take care of him while facing the newspaper itself...
The fate of the nameless seems to be doomed, because seven days later, the final game is coming!
When the three of Xu Lang returned to the newspaper to repair their injuries, everyone received the guidance of the newspaper in their brains.
"Seven days later, the final mission of this generation will be opened, and it is also the last mission of the newspaper. Executive staff: Xu Lang, Yan Yan, Zero, Wuming."
This is the content of the final task, very simple.
There is not even the task name, level, and content. It is simply the final task and the executor.
What makes Xu Lang a little bit off is that it said it was the last mission of the newspaper. This also conforms to Xu Lang and Yan Yan’s previous guess. The newspaper has entered the final stage. The executives of their generation are the last generation, and the four of them are the last The executor of the newspaper will perform the last task issued by the newspaper since its existence.
And as long as you can survive this final mission, you can leave the newspaper and become a human again!
At the moment when they received the news yesterday, Xu Lang and Yan Yan did not feel any excitement in unison. This was already determined early, but it was a bit unexpected that the newspaper still counted Wuming as an executor.
Wuming now says that he is dead or alive, and that he is not alive. If a person has no soul, memory, and consciousness, is he still a living person
The newspaper said yes, then his ending seemed to be something Xu Lang could not change.
This is also the main reason why Xu Lang is still not in a good mood even after waking up from a beautiful dream. He tried his best to free the nameless from the daydream, but it still didn't seem to have much effect.
After a long sigh, Xu Lang stood up from his wife and started walking towards the closet.
There are not too many clothes in his wardrobe, but there is a pure black suit, which he prepared early, and it is just right for today.
Today is not an easy day. On the first day after completing his daydream, he needs to fulfill a promise.
But after thinking about it, he found that as a survivor of the last seven days, what he had to do was more than just fulfilling a promise.
Xu Lang looked at the mirror with a constant paleness, his suit was straight but he looked very solemn, and when he remembered the last time he wore formal attire, it was a nightmare proposal, that was already a long time ago.
Yan Yan should still be asleep at this time. After separating last night, Yan Yan ordered Xu Lang to never call him. He was going to sleep all day and night, and it felt too bad to be gouged by evil spirits.
Xu Lang arranged everything, turned his head and glanced at the rainy weather outside, put on black leather gloves with both hands, grabbed a pure black umbrella, and walked out and closed the door.
The newspaper is very quiet. There are countless lone souls hidden in this three-story building, but no one dares to show up at this time.
The irony is that an evil spirit that controls evil spirits does not allow any evil spirits here.
The quiet corridor made Xu Lang a little uncomfortable, thinking that three days ago there were still some people activities that he hated, but now he is the only one left.
Thinking of this, he placed his umbrella by the wall and took out the cigarette case from his arms. It was a bit difficult for him to light a cigarette without losing his left hand. But he has long been used to it.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Xu Lang didn't have any emotions anymore. He walked quickly past the houses with familiar house numbers but no one inside, without a trace of stay.
The misty water vapor, mixed with smoke, the original fresh rainy day was disturbed by the strong smoke. Xu Lang held an umbrella and stopped a taxi that was rushing forward. It was a little laborious to retract the umbrella, which also made him lose it. It can avoid raindrops perfectly, and some of the hair is wet.
Xu Lang brushed the raindrops on his body and frowned, as if a little disgusted with the damp feeling. After a pause, he whispered to the driver in front:
"Heaven River Cemetery!" (End of this chapter)