92 Kill Bai Ling?
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Where am I?
There was darkness all around, and the headache was painful, and it felt like it was about to split.
Suddenly, something broke into my mind.
That was... that was a memory.
The film that seemed to have been edited and prepared to be played in front of his eyes was a scene cut into his mind forcibly.
He saw Miss Bai Ling's delicate and antique makeup.
Her face was very close, but she was so angry, her pale cheeks seemed to be over-whitewashed, like the pale geisha makeup of ancient Japan.
Her pupils diverged slightly, and her eyes stared at Jia Qingming with some surprise. On her pale cheeks, the most shocking thing was the red blood, which was slowly flowing from the corner of her mouth, and there was a blood clot in the deep throat. Sobbing in pain.
She looked like a dying person.
And this is... the last scene that Jia Qingming saw before he lost consciousness.
"Qing...Qingming..."
She made a hoarse voice, calling his name in a low voice.
Jia Qingming's body was trembling, and he withdrew his hand from the cold weapon. He saw that his palm was full of bright red plasma...
It's the blood of Miss Bai Ling.
——"Yes. Mr. Seimei is the one I have been waiting for, and the one who is destined to kill me."
In the memory, Miss Bai Ling's elegant voice hovered aloft.
It was the first time she met, what she had said.
Since then, she has spoken to him time and time again, saying that this is impossible to resist... destiny. Today, however, Jia Qingming witnessed this bloody and cruel scene with his own eyes.
Bai Ling's body fell into his arms feebly, and his palm felt that her body was still soft, but it became colder and colder, as if she was falling into a bottomless ice cellar.
The blood that was constantly gushing from the wound in her abdomen wet his clothes...
He... he really...
Kill Bai Ling?!
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Jia Qingming woke up from his dream.
He found himself crying unconvincingly, his cheeks wet.
The scene in front of him is still the familiar Stole Heaven Pavilion, the light is soft and a little dark, but the sunlight has slightly pierced the warmth, and outlined the soft outline of the ceiling.
It can be roughly judged that it is the early morning time, the moment when the sky is just dark.
"Good morning, Mr. Qingming." He heard Bai Ling's voice and said gracefully.
She appeared in front of him, unscathed, unlike something that happened just now, even if she was injured, she couldn't recover so quickly.
The only explanation is that it is a dream.
But that feeling is extremely real.
Immediately afterward, the memory is like ebb water, quickly uprooting the deepest memory in the dream just now and dragging it into the endless mist.
"I...what's wrong...what happened?" Jia Qingming sat up, holding his head.
This scene seemed familiar, he woke up suddenly and then sat up from the sofa in the Tooting Pavilion.
"Ah. Did Mr. Seimei forget? Mr. Seimei told me yesterday that the original residence was renovated, so he had to stay with me for a while. Did you forget it after sleeping?"
I remembered. It seems that there is such a thing.
"Wait... No. Where's Senior Sister Zhuang Yan? Where's Yuan Mu-mutou? I... Am I still in a dream?!" Jia Qingming couldn't help but said.
Why does it seem that he has fallen into an endless loop of dreams again?
When he woke up, he still appeared in the Stealing Heaven Pavilion, and it was still time for Uncle Jia Shansheng to decorate the store, so he drove him out the next morning?!
Just as Jia Qingming was in a state of confusion, he suddenly heard Bai Ling giggling.
"Just kidding. Mr. Qingming has returned to reality." Bai Ling smiled softly.
"Don't scare me!" Jia Qingming clutched his chest, making a false alarm.
"But how can Mr. Qingming judge... is it reality or a dream? If I am the spirit in the dream, how can I deceive Mr. Qingming with such words?" Bai Ling hid his mouth and teased him again, with a smile.
"Why do you want to say such a thing?! The whole person is not good!" Jia Qingming shouted helplessly.
This makes people feel more confused, okay?!
If this is really a dream, how can he judge such a thing... It feels like someone made an amazing guess that the artificial intelligence Alphago deliberately lost to the Go master in the final game of chess.
That kind of weird guess.
"I teach Mr. Qingming a good way to quickly distinguish between dreams and reality." Bai Ling narrowed his narrow eyes, "Mr. Qingming only needs to die. If he still wakes up after death, it is a dream. . If it is really dead, it is reality."
"What kind of method is this?!" Jia Qingming had no love.
Bai Ling covered his mouth and smiled softly.
"Everything is fine. The guest was also successfully rescued by Mr. Seimei. It's just that Seimei spent too long in the dream, so I had to use other means to temporarily suppress the spread of nightmares." She said, from Take out a cloth bag from the sleeve of the big robe and hand it to Jia Qingming.
Among them are some scented embers, but it is pitch black, not the texture after being burnt, but as if they were originally black...with an ominous breath.
It seemed to be something like Nightmare itself.
"This is……"
"Have Mr. Qingming ever heard of... tapir?" Bai Ling said lightly, "Tapir is a legendary animal... Tapir, elephant trunk, rhinoceros, oxtail, tiger foot, born in the southern valley, sleeping in its skin Fighting pests, trying to ward off evil. It is said to be living in the jungle and devouring people's nightmares."
"This... is it?" Jia Qingming couldn't believe that this monster was a pile of powder.
"Of course it's impossible, tapir, it sounds like an animal." Bai Ling said with his mouth covered, "It's just the name I gave it. It's a kind of incense that can be used twice, I Call it a tapir. Because they are similar."
Bai Ling looked at Jia Qingming with a bewildered look and explained: "When this peculiar incense is lit for the first time, it is completely pure and flawless, and it emits a beautiful soft scream. At this time, he closed his eyes and lay down, focusing on trying to forget. This incense will take away the memories you want to forget. After burning, the pure incense will turn black. It's like a creature like a dream tapir."
Bai Ling paused and looked at Jia Qingming: "It will devour memories you don't want, similar to nightmares. It is a nightmare of pain that entangles you. It can be ignited a second time, and by then, it can be The painful memory was released. I took advantage of this second opportunity to ignite...In order to defeat the terrible devil of Nightmare, I released the more terrifying nightmare thing, and then bought you more time."
"So last night..." Jia Qingming thought of Miss Bai Ling who was dragging a simple long sword in her hand, like a hell Shura, and a chill rose in her heart again.
Ding--
Something seems to come to mind.
The killing of Miss Bai Ling...
Yes. It was he who killed Miss Bai Ling.
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