Chapter 252: The Fire of Separation
Chapter 252: The Fire of Separation
There was a rustling sound, like something being dragged on the ground, coming from far away and passing through the small grille window on the iron gate, intermittently.
"Hide, hide!"
A strong sense of crisis suddenly arose, 'it' is coming.
The small room had no windows, and the only place to hide was the wardrobe against the wall. Ning Zhe took out a lighter and lit a flame with a click. He groped around the round table in the middle of the room in the dark, holding the kerosene lamp, opened the wardrobe door and went in.
Entering the closet, a damp and musty smell hit him in the face. Inside were a few rough clothes made of linen, and a dirty blanket was rolled up in the corner. Ning Zhe held a lighter in his right hand and an unlit kerosene lamp and a table knife in his left hand, and closed the closet door.
The rustling sound of friction was getting closer and closer, Ning Zhe let go of his hand, and the lighter went out.
In the darkness, Ning Zhe could only hear the thumping sound of his heart beating in his chest and his own slightly rapid breathing. The friction sound outside the door had disappeared at some point, and there was no sound of the iron door of the room opening, as if it had not entered the room.
Ning Zhe leaned against the closet and waited for a long time. There was peace in the darkness.
Click, and the lighter lit up with a bright yellow flame, illuminating the small wardrobe.
Ning Zhe pushed open the cabinet door with his foot and walked out holding the lighter. The iron door on the wall was still closed, and the tableware on the small round table showed no signs of having been moved, so he did not come in.
"What is that?" Ning Zhe recalled the rustling sound coming from outside the door before, intermittent, not the rhythmic sound of footsteps, but rather like something tied to a rope and dragged all the way, from far away, towards the door of his room.
And the strangest thing is that the sound is not a continuous straight line, but a discontinuous dotted line, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing.
The flame flickered, Ning Zhe looked at the little gas left in the lighter, it seemed that the owner of this body was a heavy smoker.
The lighter will soon run out of gas.
After searching his body, he couldn't find any lighting equipment such as a mobile phone or flashlight. There was no travel bag or suitcase in the room. Ning Zhe lit the kerosene lamp, put on the lampshade and held it in his hand.
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The strange friction sound started again.
Ning Zhe turned around with the kerosene lamp in his hand, and saw a thin, hunched figure huddled in the corner, staring blankly at him with his hollow eyes. Under the light of the kerosene lamp, he saw that the iron door of the room had been opened at some point.
he died.
"what……"
Ning Zhe woke up suddenly, his forehead covered with cold sweat.
"What's wrong?" A pair of soft hands grasped Ning Zhe's hands. Ning Zhe turned his head and saw Xia Yubing sitting next to him, looking at him with concern: "I saw you sleeping and frowning when I just walked in. No matter how I called you, you couldn't wake up. Did you have a nightmare?"
Looking at Xia Yubing's face, Ning Zhe suddenly smiled: "It was indeed a nightmare."
Baizhi's "inspiration" is predictive. In Bishuiwan Manor, she foresaw Terang's rules, and at Sunshine Gas Station, she encountered Jueyuan's rules. So what did she foresee this time?
This time, Bai Zhi's "inspiration" was automatically triggered without him using Bai Zhi's identity, pulling him into a dream. Does this mean that in the near future, he will encounter the strange incident in his dream?
"Oh, by the way, I was just killed by a ghost in my dream..."
Will death in a dream affect reality?
Ning Zhe quickly checked his own condition. Among the several living people that Taiyi had recorded in his mind as scapegoats, one had already died. "If you are killed by a ghost in a dream, you will die in reality too." Ning Zhe exhaled slowly. It was not easy for Bai Zhi to survive until now.
Maybe I should have been like Bai Zhi in the Bishuiwan Manor? I should have curled up in one place, not moving or doing anything, and waited until I woke up and got out of the dream.
"This is indeed safer, but curling up in the dark without moving may help you get through the dream safely, but not actively contacting the weirdness means that you won't be able to collect any information related to it until the dream ends."
Ning Zhe pondered for a moment and made a choice in his mind: "Unlike Bai Zhi, I am an ascender who controls ghosts with my body. Taiyi's ability to replace death has given me the opportunity to try and make mistakes in multiple deaths. Taking the initiative to contact the weirdness and collect useful information in dreams will also be helpful to me in reality."
Xia Yubing, who was sitting next to him, looked at him in deep thought, her lips moving slightly but she didn't say anything.
"I'm going to the restroom." Ning Zhe pulled his hand away from hers, left the sofa and entered the independent bathroom in the VIP lounge.
As he walked in, the features on his face seamlessly connected and he became a different person.
"Please ask the God of Wealth to appear." Ning Zhe threw out a coin.
The person who died for him in the dream was a new client who met the God of Wealth for the first time. He only needed one copper coin to buy back his life and continue to be his scapegoat. It was a very cost-effective deal.
As for the impact of a person dying and coming back to life for no reason, Ning Zhe didn't care.
One reason is that the scapegoats he chose were either gamblers like Liu Hongzhi who died on the roadside and no one cared, or village tyrants and shrews who usually behaved improperly and had many enemies, so it would not be surprising if they were stabbed to death one day.
The second reason is that Lan Shiwen helps him clean up the mess.
After washing his hands in the bathroom, Ning Zhe took off his leather shoes, put on pajamas, climbed onto the big bed in the middle of the lounge, changed into a comfortable position and put on an eye mask. There were still a few days before arriving in the United States of Europe, so he went to sleep.
"Eat your dinner by yourself, you don't have to wait for me."
"Ah."
Xia Yubing understood something and did not disturb him. She got up, adjusted the indoor temperature to 23 degrees Celsius, which was a suitable temperature for sleep, covered him with a thin quilt, and left the lounge silently.
Lying in bed, sleepiness attacked from all directions.
Although he had just woken up, Ning Zhe now felt more sleepy than the previous night when he did not sleep. It was a kind of mental fatigue. Only the body was rested in the sleeping state, and his brain and spirit were still active in the dream.
No wonder Bai Zhi always looks sleepy.
Ning Zhe relaxed his body, allowing the deep tiredness to drag his soul into the abyss-like dream.
In the haze, a musty smell of rotting wood penetrated into his nose. Ning Zhe opened his eyes and saw darkness all around him. He felt sore pain in his waist and limbs. This body seemed to be curled up in a baby-like position in a dark and narrow space, hiding in this position for a long time.
In the pitch-black darkness, Ning Zhe stretched his aching body, pushed his hand to the side, and the closet door opened.
(End of this chapter)