Chapter 419 Is it all a dream?
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Su Han suddenly found himself kneeling on the wet stone ground, his fingertips digging into the cold rock in the cracks.
He gasped violently, as if he had emerged from deep water, and his chest heaved violently.
There was a faint light in the darkness, like a candle flickering in the distance, casting his shadow on the damp stone wall.
"...Biyao?"
He murmured, his voice so hoarse that it didn't sound like his own.
no respond.
He slowly stood up, holding onto the stone wall. His feet stepped on the gravel, making a slight friction sound.
This space is very small, it looks like a naturally formed cave, but also like it has been artificially excavated.
There were strange runes carved on the stone wall, dark red in color, like dried blood.
He looked down and saw his hand—there was blood on the palm of his hand, not someone else's, but his.
Blood was dripping from between fingers, forming small puddles on the ground.
"Bleeding Cave..."
Su Han's throat tightened.
——This is not an illusion, not an altar, not a star core, not those crazy mirrors and gears.
He was indeed in the Bleeding Cave, or rather, he finally broke free from the illusion and returned here.
"Baguio?"
He called out again, a little louder than before.
There was a rustling sound in the distance, like the sound of cloth rubbing against rock.
Su Han's heart skipped a beat, and he almost instinctively walked towards the direction where the sound came from.
The stone wall became narrower and narrower, eventually turning into a crack that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.
He squeezed in sideways, and the view in front of him suddenly opened up.
A pool of dark blue water glowed faintly in the darkness, and a figure was curled up by the pool.
——It’s Biyao.
She leaned against the stone wall, her pale fingers clenching the corner of her clothes, her long hair scattered messily on her shoulders.
Hearing the noise, she slowly raised her head, her bright eyes like two small flames in the darkness.
"Su Han?"
Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
Su Han froze in place, as if he was not sure whether this was true.
He walked closer step by step, and each step seemed to be on the edge of dream and reality. Until he squatted down and reached out to touch her cheek - cold, real, and with the temperature of flesh and blood.
"you……"
His throat tightened and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Bi Yao stared at him with complicated eyes.
She didn't shy away from his touch, but asked, "Where... did you go?"
Su Han's fingertips trembled slightly.
What should he say?
That he saw countless deaths of himself?
That he was devoured by the star core, besieged by mirror clones, and taunted by the gravekeeper?
But at this moment, Bi Yao was sitting in front of him, breathing steadily. Although her lips were pale, she was truly alive.
——Everything that happened before was an illusion.
“…I had a dream.”
He finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.
Su Han suddenly remembered that at the end of the illusion, the faces of those mirror images merged into a blurry face belonging to all timelines.
The face said to him—
"Every time you make a choice, you strengthen the system's shield."
His fingertips tightened unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white.
"…It's a dream about the Black Witch Clan."
He lied, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, "I dreamed that I became another person... holding a gun, standing on a huge altar..."
Biyao's eyes widened slightly.
"Then what?" she asked.
Su Han was silent.
How could he describe those gears? Those liquid memories? Those veins of star sand seeping from his spine?
"Very...weird."
This was the only answer he could give in the end.
Bi Yao stared at him for a long time, but in the end, she just sighed softly and leaned back against the stone wall.
"You've been too tired lately."
Su Han did not refute.
The pool water shone with a faint blue light, reflecting on them, as if wrapping them in another world. (End of this chapter)