Chapter 121 People Worship
Chapter 121 People Worship
Thinking of this, Fang Congyi gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air, trying to suppress the waves surging in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were more determined and calm. Then, she said to herself in an extremely soft but extremely clear voice:
"Alright, alright, since this opportunity has already passed me by, I won't force it. Anyway, the truth about things that I should understand will eventually come to light. As for those secrets that I shouldn't know in the first place, even if I rack my brains and spend all my energy to figure them out, it will all be in vain, just like trying to draw water with a bamboo basket. In the end, I'll get nothing. So, I'd better calm down and wait. Maybe one day in the future, by chance, I'll be able to figure it out!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she tilted her head back slightly and shook it gently, as if this could completely get rid of the complicated and messy thoughts that were lingering in her mind like brushing away dust.
"Don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore. You'll know when you need to know. The most important thing right now is to thoroughly understand the situation we're in!
For example, how long will it take to escape this horrific place that feels like hell? It's all a bottomless mystery right now."
She murmured to herself in a voice that only she could hear, more like she was cheering herself up. At the same time, her bright and lively eyes began to observe the surrounding environment carefully again.
At this moment, Lu Yan, who had been standing silently beside her, couldn't help but reveal a hint of helplessness on his face after hearing what she said. He slowly raised his right hand and scratched his slightly messy hair. Then he shook his head gently, as if trying to throw away the tangled and complicated thoughts in his mind.
Then, his long eyelashes trembled slightly before he slowly closed his eyes, as if the entire world had shut him out. Then, he gently opened his mouth and took a slow, deep breath of fresh air. With each inhale, he began to diligently slow down his mind, which had been like a high-speed precision machine, frantically pondering all sorts of complex problems and countless possible scenarios.
Time slipped by silently, and every minute and every second seemed to stretch exceptionally long. Finally, after an agonizing wait, just when he was joyfully convinced that he had successfully calmed his chaotic thoughts, something unexpected happened. The good times didn't last long. In just a few moments, Lu Yan's handsome face suddenly became as if covered by a heavy, almost suffocating black cloud. In the blink of an eye, it became so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.
Fang Congyi, who had been silently observing Lu Yan's every move from a distance, relied on his extraordinary insight to immediately detect the earth-shaking change in his emotions. Without even the slightest hesitation, Fang Congyi took a quick step and walked towards Lu Yan at top speed. After reaching Lu Yan and standing firmly beside him, he fixed his eyes on him with concern and worry, and then asked softly in a tone full of affection and concern: "What's wrong? Are you in trouble?"
"What's wrong? Did you think of something bad?" Fang Congyi's voice was as gentle as the spring breeze blowing across the lake, but it was mixed with a few traces of anxiety that was hard to conceal. These words were like a caring hand, gently touching Lu Yan's heartstrings.
Hearing Fang Congyi's question, Lu Yan remained silent, as if time had frozen in that moment. He didn't respond immediately, but his thick, inky black eyebrows knitted together involuntarily, as if pulled by some mysterious force. They were knitted so tightly together, as if they were being held tightly by an invisible, powerful force, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't relax.
As a result, his already somewhat serious face was now completely shrouded in deep worry. That deep worry was like a thick dark cloud, weighing heavily on his face, making everyone who saw him feel anxious.
He was furrowing his brow, his forehead tense from overthinking, even beading with sweat. Those beads of sweat were as translucent as dewdrops on morning grass, gleaming in the dim light. They were like tiny diamonds, carefully inlaid on Lu Yan's furrowed brow, emitting a heartbreaking glimmer.
Lu Yan slowly opened his mouth and said in a low and solemn voice, "Alas, this damn illusion is too weird and unpredictable!" He sighed heavily and continued, "Here, the alternation of day and night has completely lost its regularity. It's like a naughty child, fiddling with the toys in his hands wantonly, without any rules to follow. We have been trapped in this ghost place for who knows how long, but we still can't accurately judge how many days and nights we have been here."
At this point, Lu Yan paused, his gaze growing ever deeper, as if he were trying to see through the chaotic scene before him. He continued, "I can only roughly estimate based on my own feelings, but that mysterious realm has probably been open for a full five days! However, if this illusion is fundamentally different from the ordinary ones we've encountered before... then the consequences are simply unimaginable!"
So what kind of unpredictable, foggy, and uncertain fate awaits us? It's like a bottomless, dark ocean, shrouded in countless whirlpools and reefs. The slightest misstep could lead to being swept into ruin. The mere thought of it fills us with dread, making us afraid to even contemplate it.
At this point, Lu Yan couldn't help but sigh deeply. The sigh seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul, heavy and lingering. It was like a bitter cold wind howling through a silent, deserted valley, sweeping up wisps of withered, yellowed leaves wherever it passed, leaving behind only a bleak and desolate scene. This sigh held an endless sense of desolation and deep helplessness, a lament for the fickleness of fate and a fear of the uncertainty of the future.
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