Reborn as Lingzhi

Chapter 197
The boy was rambling, just wanting to express his panic that day.

It was very quiet in the inn.

It was so quiet that the young man gave birth to the illusion that this place was like a tomb.

Open every closed door, there are empty furniture and neatly folded quilts.

The only thing missing is people.

The time he stayed in the inn wasn't too long, but it wasn't too short either.

It was the peak season at that time, and as the largest place in the city, the inn was supposed to be full.

In a panic, he walked from room to room like a headless chicken, and turned back again, not knowing what he was doing.

Going back and forth twice, it is definitely not hysteria, not dreaming, but the whole inn is really empty.

He ran on again.

Aimless and terrified.

ran out of the inn.

First, the house across from the inn.

He often goes there to buy some snacks.

When he gets hungry, he can get sweet candy from the boss for a few dollars.

He ran in.

The house is still the same as the inn, there is no one.

There are only a few countertops that are dead silent.

There are even half-picked dried fruits on the table.

He wanted to yell, but blurted out so softly that he couldn't even hear himself.

What happened to the city?
He keeps running.

Run to the butcher shop next door.

Freshly shaved pork hangs in the shop.

There is still a watery puddle on the chopping board.

What about people?

What about all of them?

What he knows, what he does not know, what he is familiar with, what he is not familiar with.

Where are all the people?
He held his head and squatted on the ground weakly and decadently.

It feels like every day should not be done, and the ground is not working.

The whole city seemed to be dead.

Everything he knew was completely different, yet so familiar.

"I stopped and went, I don't remember how long it took me to run around in the empty city. I thought that there would never be such a bad thing again, but who would have thought that when I went back to the bottom of the water in frustration, I accepted the city? Changes, early the next morning, this weird place is alive again."

The life that the boy said was really alive.

The city he thought had become a lonely grave in the barren mountains, turned out to be the same as every day he was underwater when the sun rose the next day.

There was the sound of small merchants and peddlers hawking on the shore, so he sneaked a look without confidence.

I thought it was all just my imagination.

The next moment, the dream will wake up.

Who ever thought, no.

Everything is not in his cognition.

The inhabitants of the city, young and old, men and women.

Each one is so real.

It was alive and shaking in front of his eyes.

He was not reconciled.

Relying on the experience that he was intact after going out yesterday, he stepped out of the water again.

As usual, the first place to come is the inn.

As soon as he entered the hall, the boss's unique loud voice became noisy.

Smoke billows from the back kitchen.

The lobby was full of voices.

So unreal, yet so real.

He tremblingly pushed open the door that had been opened yesterday.

Some people are inside, some are not.

Everything looks so cute.

He always wondered if he had some kind of madness.

But that afternoon, history repeated itself.

Empty cities, lonely streets.

A lonely wandering soul.

Intertwined into a Requiem.

He became the only existence not in reincarnation.

After a few days, the boy gradually adapted to the rhythm of the city.

No more shuddering, no more paranoia.

He begins to investigate.

in his own way.

Such futility, in today's view, is really completely useless.

But the little guy never tires of it.

He's not smart and doesn't understand what's going on in the city.

There are very few things that can be done, just lonely following behind each pedestrian.

Follow aimlessly.

Several months passed.

The boy's futile behavior actually made him gain something.

At that time, with his help, the servant of Huafang also condensed into a solid body.

He found that there were several unusual places in the city, almost all of which came from a street parade at noon that day for no reason.

Every day, I have to experience a weirdness.

Every night, the loneliness we have to face.

The little guy thought and thought, not knowing how many years he had spent.

He started a new operation.

Focus on the people who were parading the streets that day.

Was the boat boy rescued by him?He doesn't know.

Because of this fellow countryman, every hundred days seems to be seduced by someone, and he goes towards the painting boat without sanity.

It was only when he was a child that he suddenly woke up and remembered the fact that he was already dead.

The little guy has followed for more years, time has no meaning in his life.

More and more inside stories were dug out by him.

"The whole city seems to have entered a cycle. An endless cycle. Every day at midnight is the beginning of the cycle, and at midnight is the end of the cycle." The young man expressed his thoughts on the city in his heart .

I don't know how many times I heard the word cycle.

"I don't know how long it took me to realize that all of this seems to have happened because of a parade in the city at noon that day."

The boy is sure.

Too long, entangled in this matter.

He exhausted all his meager strength and found only this.

Qin Ruo interrupted when she heard this.

She didn't intend to interrupt the boy's narration, but she was really impressed by the noon parade.

Xiaocaojing once said that the names of the three members of Bai Mu's family were pressed inside.

"You said, but a lifeless leader, followed by a bunch of people who played and sang, and the team finally carried a big box?"

Qin Ruo described the part that impressed her deeply.

The boy did not disappoint her.

There was surprise in the eyes, "How do you know?"

Qin Ruo didn't answer.

The boy seemed to have figured it out himself.

Yes.

For many years, this city seemed to have been cast by a spell, and the same thing happened every day.

Day after day.

The two people in front of them, even if they were newcomers to the city, would still discover that mysterious street parade after only one night.

Actually, hear here.

The speculations in Qin Feng and Qin Ruo's minds have already been constructed into a real scene.

Here, it is the illusion that has been performed by people, and everyone is living in the illusion.

Like a clock, the execution repeats everything from that day in the past.

The little guy said again: "Gradually, I also found that the boss is not as friendly as I imagined, and I am afraid it has something to do with these things."

Qin Ruo rolled her eyes.

If the scene she saw that day was the scene on the day the boy was killed, she would not understand, how could this person say that the boss is friendly?

Do you have a fever?Are you confused by the weirdness of this city?
I muttered in my heart: I have seen stupid ones, but I have never seen such stupid ones.

This has to be a big heart to think that the boss is a "good guy"?
(End of this chapter)