Be dragged into the room by the succubus

He is walking.

Walking non-stop.

Hunger, fatigue, pain, cold...

These feelings endlessly impacted the already fragile spirit, making the already blurred vision almost in a trance.

He can't remember clearly what he experienced before, he just vaguely remembers howling in anger, howling in pain, crying helplessly...

But what happened, I can't remember anything.

But the memories of the past began to slowly dissipate, while some fragmented and unfamiliar fragments slowly filled his increasingly empty mind.

Floating lights and shadows flashed, and the bizarre images were poured in at a distorted speed, filling the gaps in memory.

Wearing a crown of thorns on his head and holding a scepter in his hand, he stood on the top of the mountains and looked down indifferently on the pious beings under his feet.

Walking in the dark abyss intertwined with shadows and blood, he stepped on the blood-stained bones under his feet, silently plundering life.

Submerged in the boundless tomes, he silently guards these unspoken treasures.

he……

……

……

hallucinations.

reality.

In his eyes, the boundaries between the two are constantly interweaving, merging, and gradually merging into one.

It's like a dream.

He felt the wind and snow around him disappear silently, and the bitterness in the air disappeared without a trace, and he suddenly felt that he was walking in a dark forest full of flowers.

But the lucidity didn't last.

The fragrance from the soil and the sweet fragrance of rain and dew in the air did not wake him up, but instead pulled him into a deeper abyss.

He walked aimlessly in the forest, one deep and one shallow, blood trailed long trails behind him.

rustle……

Against the backdrop of the surrounding darkness, it looked less like a human being than a walking corpse wandering in a daze in a dark dungeon.

He is like a machine that has lost its purpose but cannot stop, walking aimlessly but continuously.

The scale of time became blurred in the silence, and he couldn't tell whether he was advancing or retreating.

The unchanging woods do not see any changes at all.

If his consciousness is still clear, he will definitely have a nervous breakdown in this endless torture.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped for the first time, because a different scene appeared in front of him.

The towering trees in front of me disappeared, and a long-lost light appeared in front of my eyes!

I can't see the whiteness of the border.

A field full of pure white flowers, exuding radiance...

flower field.

The sweet smell emanating from the forest disappeared, but the white flowers blooming everywhere did not have the slightest fragrance.

And in the center of the vast flower field, a wooden house that is incompatible with the ancient scenery in front of you suddenly appears.

And the moment he saw the wooden house clearly, an uncontrollable hunger and thirst emerged from the bottom of his heart like a flood!

where to!

Just be able to get to that place! ! !

Boom!

cough!

Before he could be dominated by the nameless desire in his heart, he tripped over the flowers just as he was taking a step, and fell heavily to the ground.

Cough cough cough...

It seems that what flows in the blood vessels is no longer blood, but mud mixed with ice slag. Every time the cold blood flows, it brings great pain to the body.

There is indeed another feeling in the chest cavity, the feeling of being stuffed with hot coals, and the burning is getting worse with breathing.

It was as if everything that had been overlooked was starting to be noticed again and reappearing with the anger of being ignored redoubled.

But he was not destroyed by this feeling, like an undead crawling out of a cemetery, he slowly crawled towards the distant wooden house.

Or in other words...

He might have been destroyed long ago.

The sky did not change at all, and he crawled slowly in this seemingly eternal night flower field.

Follow that desire and move slowly.

Finally, his bloody right hand finally reached the steps of the wooden house weakly.

crunch.

The weight of the body was pressed on the wooden stairs, and the steps groaned slightly, which was particularly eye-catching in the silent night.

If he was conscious, he should know he should hide, maybe sneak into the room.

To expose one's traces so easily now is tantamount to seeking death in this cold and cruel world.

He should have known this.

But unfortunately, he has no extra energy to think about what to do now.

The brand-new wooden steps were soaked in dark blood, and he stood up with a force that appeared out of nowhere in his body, and staggered to the door.

It seemed that God was merciful and didn't want him to lie in front of the door.

thump...

The faint knock on the door didn't seem to enter the house, and the lights in the room didn't change at all. The owner of the house seemed to be asleep beside the warm fire.

"..."

He opened his parched mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

It's just that when he opened his mouth, he tore away the lips that were sticky because he hadn't spoken for a long time, and blood flowed around his lips.

thump.

"........."

There was still no response, but the wooden door, which seemed to be opened with a push, seemed to block his progress like a city wall, silently rejecting the lost visitor.

For the third time, he exerted the remaining strength and slowly hammered at the wooden door in front of him!

Boom!

crunch...

This time, the wooden door in front of him slowly opened inward, but before he could be surprised, he felt that the legs supporting him had completely lost their strength.

Boom! ! !

He fell to the ground again, but this time he didn't have the strength to get up again, so he could only make intimate contact with the soft carpet, soaked in blood continuously.

cough!

The blood gushing from his throat was like a burning flame at this moment, causing his body to twist in pain again.

Is this the end of it?

bell.

The sound of wind chimes came from nowhere, accompanied by a faint fragrance floating towards the top of the head.

"Oh, what an impolite guest, just soiled the carpet."

A playful and lazy voice sounded from above, as if he didn't care about his miserable condition under his feet, but just complained about soiling his blanket.

A pair of naked jade feet appeared at the edge of his field of vision, and he didn't care about the sticky blood, and walked over with easy steps.

"You, you are going to die~ But, you are really tenacious!"

"Like a worm... Puff hahaha, sorry, subconsciously."

He chuckled unapologetically, but unexpectedly there was no sarcasm in the woman's voice.

Again, no respect whatsoever.

Behind this plainness is undisguised indifference.

Passers-by always ignore the broken but stubborn weeds on the roadside.

What are you talking about?

dying……

Why is this voice so familiar?

The endless desire before also disappeared after the voice sounded, and his thinking began to gradually return to a normal level.

At the same time, the recovery of thinking brought about the uncontrollable pain in the body, which caused his spirit to start intermittently.

who I am?

I'm……

Ning Feng.