C19 Last Dinner(18)

The endless resurgence of memories made Chung Jingchen break out in a cold sweat. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, as if he had lost control of his brain and reacted according to his instincts.

The darkness of the castle had cast a shadow on him, almost destroying him.

He was walking in the corridor perfectly fine, but he didn't know when he had fallen into an illusion. Everything around him began to change towards the scene of his childhood. He could only be forced to tear open his wounds again and again, with blood dripping everywhere.

He desperately curled himself into a ball, closed his eyes, and told himself that everything was fake. It had long ago passed, but the sharp knife in the depths of his heart did not stop and cut the wound even deeper.

Curses and curses, the sound of porcelain pieces breaking, the sound of heavy objects striking filled his ears.

He was like an animal that had sunk into a swamp, unable to resist at all.

He suddenly thought, what would happen if he died here? But on what basis?

The strong desire to live seemed to have restored some of his legs. He leaned against the wall and propped himself up. His eyes were still closed. He could not bear to open his eyes. The pain from his skin was wreaking havoc on him.

He rushed forward with all his strength and rushed into the living scenes. The ripples of water rippled behind him. He had struggled in the illusion for a long time. He could not drag it any longer.

Feeling the silence of the surrounding world, he slowly opened his tightly shut eyes. He passed through the real illusions and returned to the castle's corridor. The dim yellow candle flame swayed, just like before.

It was as if he had just realized that he was not dragged into the illusion. He did not experience the tearing of his consciousness and flesh. He did not put in much effort to break out of the illusion.

Chung Jingchen stood in place for a while. With a swoosh, the Yin wind picked up his bangs. He pressed down on his hair and looked nervously at the swaying candle flame.

Although he had not fully recovered from his grief, his precautionary ability made him realize that something was not right. He turned around abruptly. Apart from darkness, he also looked at everything. They didn't see him, including Wai Heng who was following behind him.

"Wai Heng?" Chung Jingchen shook his head to wake himself up a little. He walked down a few steps, and the wooden board creaked as it was stepped on.

No one answered him. There was no response. Chung Jingchen began to wonder if he had entered another illusion.

He leaned against the corner of the escalator and sat down, almost burying his presence.

To be honest, he felt a little lonely and helpless for a moment. It was not easy for him to get over it, but he did not know what his situation was. If he walked around randomly, would he encounter any new danger?

The punishment of the illusion made him feel a lingering fear. It stimulated the fear in his heart and put it all on the surface.

The sound of metal falling made Chung Jingchen raise his head, which was buried between his knees. He only felt a shadow passing by in front of his eyes with the wind, and then he no longer felt anything.

The gold-framed glasses lay quietly on the ground. Chung Jingchen looked around and bent down to pick up the gold-framed glasses and move them back to their original position.

The mirror leg was showing signs of fading, but the small drill at the base of the mirror leg made Chung Jingchen's pupils shrink.

He folded the glasses and stuffed them into his pocket. He started to run up by instinct. The shadow that flashed by just now was definitely not a visual error.

He controlled the force of his feet and nimbly shuttled through the corridor. The small sounds of conversation gradually grew louder. Chung Jingchen stopped and slowly walked towards the source of the sound.

He saw the people of the castle and the old housekeeper standing side by side, while Wai Heng, who was tied up, was on their right.