Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2413 Ten People’s Dream Queen

How many people's dreams has she experienced?

One friend after another said goodbye to her, turned around, walked away, and finally disappeared into the deep darkness of the night; Lin Sanjiu had to close her eyes and think about it again and again in order to keep their footsteps in her mind for a while longer.

"I'm not afraid of fighting, but I won't take the initiative to die, not for anyone."

The great witch turned her back to her, and from now on, she no longer looked back at Lin Sanjiu. Her blond hair curled up and down on her back, as if she knew she could no longer grasp the sky and was about to sink exhausted into the **** sunset of the night.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't say a word.

She could only follow the dreams of her relatives and friends, because her decision had already been made; she could not convince her relatives and friends, and she did not know what to persuade them.

The great miko stretched out a thin hand, as if afraid, and tightly grasped the handrail - their only lifeline.

After a few seconds, she let go again.

His hands dropped softly, hanging beside the golden fringed skirt that was stained with mud.

"So," the great witch said without looking back, "before we finish crossing this suspension bridge, you have to push me off."

"You move faster, don't let me notice."

She steadied her feet and stopped for a few seconds, still not turning to look at Lin Sanjiu.

"...Don't feel ashamed that you can't do anything to me."

The great witch's voice was a little softer, and when her shoulders occasionally trembled, ink-black reflections flashed on her blood-soaked hair.

"Because of you, I have lived longer than most evolvers. If my fate were changed to someone else and I didn't meet you, then he would have died long ago. I have always walked around the world with strength, but in the end I The reason why I was saved was not because of how strong I am... but because I unintentionally indulged my trust and my sincerity. From now on, I hope that there will be more people like you and fewer people like you in this world. People like me.

"Keep walking with me...the suspension bridge is still very long."

Did you push it yourself? Lin Sanjiu couldn't remember.

It was impossible for her to do it, even if she knew it was in a dream, even if she knew that Nuwa was still waiting for the answer, she couldn't do it; but the great witch seemed to fall in the end, as if she suddenly bloomed from pure black A huge flower appeared with slender petals and golden threads.

That scene was etched in my field of vision, like a spot of light that could still be seen even if I closed my eyes after seeing the bright sunlight.

Lin Sanjiu stood up from the ground almost staggeringly, and stood in the dim cockpit. For a brief moment, he didn't even recognize the person in front of him.

After a while, she remembered it and said in a hoarse voice: "...Nuwa."

She lingered in one dream after another for so long that it felt like several years had passed. When she first recognized Nuwa, she became confused: Why is Nuwa here? Fusiro must have been a long time ago—

Lin Sanjiu shuddered and woke up.

"Ten dreams," Nuwa said slowly.

Ten already? Lin Sanjiu pressed her eyebrows twice and remembered.

After the Great Miko, there is Batou De's dream; in the dream, he almost seems to have foreseen his own future, silently and obediently accepting the fate of becoming a sacrifice.

"...I might die, but that doesn't matter. If I live, I will do more harm to the world, right?" He lowered his eyelids, and there was no expression on his face. "The only thing I want to do is to protect the ordinary people in Fanjia City... In the end, it would be better not to have me in the first place. Just betting my life on, for me, is already It’s a very light punishment.”

Batou De stood up, and before walking into the night, he suddenly paused for a moment and asked Lin Sanjiu a question.

"Tell me, if Ye Jing saw me now... how would she feel? It must be very uncomfortable, right? Would she still think that saving me with her own life was the right decision?"

This broad, tall and strong man lowered his head, his entire face flushed and twisted, his shoulders twitching, and his teeth clenched together tightly, unable to hold back the broken sobs that flowed out from between his teeth.

"I spent my whole life walking step by step towards Ye Jing. Why am I getting further and further away from her now?"

He didn't wait for Lin Sanjiu's answer. What he should say to Lin Sanjiu had already been finished; he turned around silently and strode into the dark night ahead - deep in the night, there was a city where ordinary people were gradually mutating, waiting to swallow up the new ones. The life that came here.

"Goodbye, Ye De," Lin Sanjiu heard herself whisper.

Every separation is night, without exception.

Even if it was a dream, she could not escape this long night.

"Ten dreams," Nuwa said again slowly. "One is still one short of the ten righteous people I want."

One missing?

Lin Sanjiu raised her head suddenly, and even had doubts for a moment, thinking that she had remembered the wrong dream.

how can that be possible?

After Ye De, the next dream was that of Yuan Xiangxi, and the next one was that of Qing Jiuru and Kurosawa Ji... Even their dreams became her reality, and her memory, she remembered correctly.

Should we go further? Great witch? Pina?

No, now is not the time to delve into the past ten dreams... Although Lin Sanjiu still doesn't know much about Nuwa's requirements and standards for a righteous person until this moment; but the eleventh dream is the dream that determines the last righteous person. .

…Sbaan’s dream.

Lin Sanjiu turned her head and her eyes stayed on the dark night sky displayed on the cockpit screen for a while. Tonight, there was no reddish star on that side; but she knew that he had not gone far.

"Thank you,"

Lin Sanjiu suddenly whispered.

Nuwa's expression did not change, she just tilted her head slightly, as if she had doubts as subtle as floating dust.

"I owe a favor to a person named Fanhe. From her, Sibaan and I got the 'seed' one by one, and the 'root system' by the other... and it was built from it by Fanhe. Contact me and I finally..."

She thought for a while, looking for a suitable analogy.

"I finally turned my head and looked outside from this ever-long and continuous timeline... Then I saw that there was a black sea outside the normal time flow.

"No wonder he said that he was ups and downs in the dark sea, but could never reach the other shore."

Nuwa didn't say a word. She seemed to be listening intently, but also seemed to have no interest.

"After establishing contact, I vaguely felt that his timeline was like a vine, entwined around my life... starting from the end of my life until his birth. It's hard to understand, right? I also find it difficult to understand, I just have this feeling...ah, look who I am talking to, Nuwa, you must understand."

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the night sky again.

"He has been looking for me. And what I want to ask him to do tonight is equivalent to throwing away all his efforts, persistence and pursuit... He just raised his head from the water, and he hasn't even taken a breath. , I pushed him back into the boundless, lightless black sea."

She looked back and smiled at Nuwa.

"So, thank you. Even if it is a dream, even if he will forget it when he wakes up... at least because of you, we can meet again."

She turned around in the driver's seat and got in.

The communication device used by Yu Yuan to send messages to Siba'an had moved its position at some point and was now at hand on the driver's seat, facing her darkly.

Lin Sanjiu stared at it without blinking, feeling that she had never seen anything like it, both hopeful and terrifying.

"I'm ready," she murmured, "Let's get started."

Although I have skipped the dreams of three people now, that is because I plan to change the writing method. Even if the eleven dreams are light and heavy, if I write them all honestly one after another, it will feel like they are all the same, which is a bit uncomfortable. It’s easy to digest...so the three people I skipped will be narrated later. Sibaan's dream is intended to be written in detail. This is Sibaan's appearance that I owe you...

(Otherwise, it would be a miserable donkey to always let a carrot dangle forward.)

PS: I'm a very persuasive person, and I've already started watching Duan Nao and Big Sword, but I can't buy the switch version of The Mystery of the Werewolf Village...

PS: I am quite talented as a comedian. Everyone’s dream has a callback (bushi)