svetikya Chapter 407 You are noisy
Chapter 407 You are noisy
"I'm a little tired, and I smell a little bit of alcohol. Does it bother you?"
I drink a lot of alcohol and I am always worried that I will smell like alcohol.
"Hmm..." He leaned in very close, and seemed to sniff lightly at his clothes, "It smells like grapes, not very strong alcohol!"
"Hmm... Looks like he's drunk... Okay, I'll help you now! Same as yesterday..."
I walked into that dark place, which seemed even more chaotic, and tried my best to put the broken things back together.
The things in my hand have been used up without me noticing...Is there still a long way to go? I looked at my wrist, but suppressed the inexplicable thought.
That's a lot of material, isn't it?
"elder sister?"
"Well... I have to get some more materials. I can still work for a while today..." Following the other party's voice, I found a way out again. I realized that in this state, it would be difficult for me to get out alone unless someone from the outside called me. Fortunately, the other party was someone I could absolutely trust!
"I brought it here. It's right here! We have already collected the rest of the materials. They are all dug out branches over there in the tent."
"Thank you..." He entered the place again, this time bringing a lot of things, constantly filling in the damaged areas. All he wanted was a road leading to the center...
What is this? Looking at the surrounding scene, as more and more pieces are put together, the surrounding scene begins to slowly change. It seems to be a story from the past?
The earth veins can record everything. Thinking of this once again, he began to piece the two fragments together, but this time he couldn't put them together after a long time.
My hands are shaking slightly, why is that?
Maybe it’s because of the screams of death in my ears?
To be honest, it is very scary to hear the screams in my ears...the feeling of death follows me everywhere.
Is there someone behind you?
"Why? Why kill me?"
I pretended not to hear and continued to piece together the movements of my hands, because the other party's voice seemed even more difficult to piece together. I was not the kind of person who would sulk, so I asked, "What are you?"
"Why kill me..."
"Who are you? I haven't killed many people, and I don't remember your voice."
"Why did you kill me?"
Is this all I can say? Thinking of this, I dripped some more potion on the two pieces and continued to piece them together carefully.
Now the other party is like some boring soul, there is no need for me to care about him.
"Why did you kill me?"
"Shut up, it's noisy."
The other party seemed to understand what I said, and was very quiet. He continued with his actions. He was really very quiet, too quiet...
Looking at the part that had been completed, he nodded, then turned around. The soul just now was quietly staying in the corner. He walked up to it and asked, "What are you?"
"Why are you trying to kill me?"
"Hmm? Did I kill you in my life? I can't remember. I don't remember killing anyone like this..."
"Why are you going to kill me?"
The other person's face was blurry, so I took off his coat. The face underneath was bloody and there was some flesh hanging on the bones. It was very fresh, probably because it had just been hit by something. However, I was not scared.
"who are you?"
"Why are you going to kill me?"
The other person just kept repeating this sentence. I frowned and looked him over thoroughly. His clothes were very ordinary, his hair color was also ordinary, he had no eyes, and his eye sockets were empty. Would there be a birthmark on his skin?
Rolling up the other person's sleeves seems a bit disrespectful to the dead, but so what?
There is no birthmark, but I found a very small mark on one of my hands. I would have thought it was a birthmark before, but now I know that it is actually a scar formed by a burn.
It must have been severely burned, and that piece of skin must have completely fallen off and then grown new...
My entire foot has been burned and the skin was peeled off, so of course I know.
To be honest, in peacetime, there aren't many people like me who can peel off their entire foot skin...
"You don't exist, or you are a part of my memory." The leyline can bring out what people want to see most, and it can also bring out their worst fears...
"Why would I be afraid of someone like you?" The ground veins can reflect a person's inner heart, so why did the other person become like this?
"You... do you hate me?"
The other person's words changed, he came closer, his face seemed to have more flesh than before, wait? Was this repeating itself?
There was a huge bloody hole on the opponent's chest. He must have been pierced through the heart by an arrow?
"I don't blame..."
"I...love..."
As time went on, the other party's figure became less and less clear. This time, I couldn't even touch the other party's entity.
The words became increasingly unclear, and finally the first sentence was heard: "Don't worry, I'm back..."
This was the first words the other person said. When he said this, his chest was still normal and his clothes did not seem to be damaged.
After saying this, was he stabbed through the heart by a sword?
I tilted my head to look at him, and I couldn't see his expression. His eyes were not very obvious, but I could see that he was tense and then slightly relaxed, as if he had completely let down his guard. Those eyes were big and beautiful.
"You're calling me. I'm leaving now. Goodbye." I said goodbye to him personally, without trying to keep him. Or maybe I did? Looking at the hand that was trying to reach me, I turned my head away and left without looking back. I didn't have the energy to talk to a soul that didn't know whether to live or die.
If I knew the truth at the time, I would not have chosen to do that.
After this experience, I felt a little uncomfortable due to the cold. Although I was sitting next to the fire, the hottest flames could not warm my soul.
"elder sister?"
"...If I die...well, I didn't say anything." I don't know why, but I suddenly want to ask the other person what the meaning of death is?
But I am not qualified to ask a child who has not experienced much death and separation. I have experienced a lot of death and separation, so why can't I accept it?
"Sister is feeling uncomfortable?"
"Well, I miss home..." It doesn't belong to any concept, it's just an imaginary home, an imaginary warmest harbor, a beautiful place...