book of old days

Chapter 72 Dreaming Again
Sean lay on the ground for a long time, until his body started to feel a little cold, and he struggled to get up from the ground.

Shaking the snow on his body, Sean felt that the burning pain on his skin had subsided a lot, but the pain was still unavoidable. The muscles twitched from time to time, and the nerves also transmitted the pain to his brain.

Sean himself was a little surprised that he didn't cry out after enduring such pain, or more completely—cry out.

It seems that reading memory and feeling death is really a training, he laughed at himself, and accidentally touched the wound on his face.

He greeted Wednesday and they cleaned up the venue. This time should be the last time he summoned spirits this year.
When he got home, Sean immediately found a mirror. Looking at his hideous face in the mirror, Sean was startled.

Fortunately, I still have spiritual water, otherwise, if I become like this, I'm afraid it will be hard to find a girlfriend in the future.

He thought teasingly in his heart, although he is not the kind of boy who depends on his looks, but there is no harm in being handsome.

Opened a bottle of Barley wine and found a clean cotton cloth. Sean dipped in the wine and carefully cleaned the wound, grinning in pain from time to time. After cleaning the wound with great difficulty, Sean was already sweating profusely from the pain. After making sure that there was nothing unclean at the wound, he took out the spiritual water from his pocket and poured it into a glass cup.

He was reluctant to drink too much at one time, so he only poured a small cup into the glass and drank it in one gulp.

The cool feeling spread to all parts of his body like a straight line, especially the place where he was burned by the flames. He looked at himself in the mirror, the flesh at the wound was wriggling, new granulation sprouted, and soon scabbed and molted.

The injury on his face recovered to four or five layers, and the speed of recovery began to slow down. The coolness gradually dissipated. Xiao En hurriedly took another sip, and the coolness reappeared. Most of it was gone, leaving only a flame-shaped scar, and the healing of the wound had stopped again.

Xiao En touched his face with his hands and removed the dead skin on his face. The pain was no longer there, only a slight itching remained.

The scar was not too ugly, but it just added a bit of fierceness to his face. Xiao En hesitated for a moment and didn't continue to drink. Although drinking a little more could completely heal the scar, but the spiritual water Drink a little less, since there is no serious problem, the remaining scars are not a big deal, let's try to save as much as possible.

There is another reason, spiritual water has side effects, if you can not drink it, you should drink as little as possible.

He shook the bottle, and there was about one-third of the spiritual water left in it, which was less than 100 milliliters, and it was estimated that it could heal another serious injury.

Carefully sealing the bottle and putting it away, Sean let out a sigh of relief.

Although the wound has been healed and the remnant soul possessed by him has been dispelled, Xiao En is still terrified in his heart. He almost died tonight. He simply can't imagine what kind of tragic ending it will be if he is taken away.

It seems that if it is not necessary in the future, it is better not to absorb the fire of memory as much as possible. Although skills can be obtained quickly, the risk is relatively high.

And now that he has found a way to obtain magic power, he might as well think about it in this regard.

As he was thinking, he lay on the bed. He was exhausted from the whole night's tossing, and his whole body was in a daze. He didn't even take off his clothes, and he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Sean was dreaming again.

He dreamed that he was soaring in the sky like a goshawk, flying over the forest, over the snowfield, and over the pass between the mountains. On a high mountain in the extreme north, he saw a magnificent palace.

Surrounded by mountains, there are flowers and green grass in full bloom, walls made of huge stones, towers as tall as clouds, and temples with huge logs...

Sean fell from the sky, and found himself standing on a grand stone square, surrounded by huge statues of gods, and surrounded by layers of Nord-style buildings, almost equivalent to a city.

He strolled on the street, and a grand hall appeared in front of his eyes. This temple looked familiar. Xiao En looked at the crack on the gate, and a burst of singing sounded from the hall, as if thousands of people were singing .

He suddenly remembered that he had been here before in a dream, is he really dreaming now?He thought in a daze.

Just as he was in a trance, suddenly there was a blur in front of his eyes, light and shadow flickered, and the dilapidated old hall turned into a shimmering golden hall.

He froze for a moment, the door suddenly opened, and a bearded Nord wearing an eagle helmet stood in the door and looked at him, "Hey, what are you waiting for, come in quickly, everyone is waiting for you."

Sean followed him inexplicably. The hall was brightly lit, the walls were covered with torches, huge braziers were placed around, and there was a huge bonfire in the middle of the hall. The firelight reflected the surrounding walls decorated with gold. , sculptures, thrones, glittering.

Many Nord warriors wearing armor, animal skins, war robes, and even bare upper body muscles are singing loudly, or drinking wine from golden cups. On the fire, roast pigs, deer, and roast The bear exudes an unimaginably charming aroma, with large pieces of meat, barrels of wine, and loud singing, all of which show the heroic spirit of Nord warriors.

"Hey, hey, Nord warriors are courageous."

"Hey, hey, the long sword and battle ax are shining coldly."

"Don't be afraid of the fire of the giant dragon, and don't be afraid of the lies of the devil."

"Go to the high mountain, enter the deep sea, and spread the name of my Lord Aumwe."

"Step into the battlefield, stain the shield with blood, sing the name of Aum, spread my name."

Sean's blood boiled when he heard it, and he couldn't help but also sang loudly. The singing went straight to the depths of his soul, making him tremble with excitement.

He seemed to see a familiar figure in the crowd, Olaf, Ivar, Yalvi... wanted to go up to say hello, but the figure flickered, but disappeared again.

A one-eyed warrior stuffed a wine glass into Sean's hand. Sean drank the wine in the glass, gurgling, drinking, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did the wine taste so fishy? So sticky, like——the taste of blood.

When he looked down, his hairs stood on end immediately, his back felt cold, and the golden cup in his hand turned into a bone cup made of a skull, and the cup was not wine, but scarlet blood.

He was so frightened that his hands trembled, and the cup fell to the ground. There was a clang, which echoed in the hall, and the singing stopped suddenly, and everyone looked at him.

Xiao En looked around again, and the magnificent hall turned into the dilapidated old hall again, the fire was extinguished, there was no fire, only black charcoal, the room was dark, there was no golden light on the walls, only the color of time. Mottled traces, without roast pigs and fine wine, those Nord warriors turned into decayed skeletons, wearing the same decayed and broken armor, looking at him with black eye sockets, expressionless.

Sean stood up slowly, and rushed towards the outside of the hall. The moment he rushed out of the hall, there was a void under his feet...

ah!Sean yelled and woke up suddenly from the nightmare.

He stared at the wooden ceiling above his head and the goshawk pattern on the roof beams, sweating all over his body.

Hoo, hoo, hoo!What the hell, why do you have such a nightmare?

He touched the sweat on his forehead, and suddenly found that it was bright outside the window.

(End of this chapter)