sbdcsierra Chapter 86 Endless Nightmare 14
Chapter 86 Endless Nightmare 14
Blood dripped continuously from his chest. Qiuhe looked on in astonishment and slowly lowered his head mechanically, only to discover that a spear piercing through his back was protruding from his chest.
"Cough!" Qiuhe coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to his knees, powerless. He turned his head with difficulty and looked behind him.
Zhongli's eyes were vacant, as if his body was being controlled. Qiuhe couldn't help but recall the scene from the third dream.
At this moment, Zhongli is just like Peruvier and others in the third dream, his consciousness has been completely stripped away.
Qiuhe's eyes also dimmed. He slowly turned his head, and there stood the strange man in front of him.
The strange man was surrounded by extremely powerful blackish-purple energy, which was more than a hundred times stronger than before.
"Run, keep running!" The strange man's face was contorted with rage, his eyes filled with bloodlust as he stared intently at Qiuhe.
Qiuhe looked behind the strange man, but the shadowy girl had vanished. At that moment, the strange man, grinning maniacally, spoke:
"Look at your expression now, hehe." At this moment, the strange man squatted in front of Qiuhe, constantly mocking him.
"Look, hope was right in front of you, but you just couldn't grasp it. Why do you think that is? Hahaha."
I give you a glimmer of hope, then shatter it completely. Look at your expression right now; it's practically a work of art.
Upon hearing the strange man's words, Qiuhe's heart sank to the bottom.
He then realized that the glimmer of hope that had rekindled in his heart, and the voices of Claire and the other two, were nothing more than a trap deliberately set by the strange man.
All he did was to toy with himself. His decision not to lose his memory was simply a way to mock himself.
At this moment, Qiuhe finally realized how naive all his speculations had been.
This is a nightmare created by that weirdo, where there is no hope or unnecessary variables.
In the end, he was the clown, forced to watch helplessly as time slipped away until the tragedy repeated itself.
Qiuhe was now like an empty shell; he had cried all his tears.
In this endless nightmare, he experienced countless moments of despair, and also countless moments of glimpse of hope.
But in the end, she found that she had never escaped his control.
The strange man also saw the dimming in Qiuhe's eyes. The strange man had won, won decisively. Now, only darkness and despair filled Qiuhe's eyes.
He had even lost the will to struggle; his unwavering will had been utterly shattered.
After realizing all this, the strange man's body began to twist and convulse.
He then threw his head back and laughed maniacally, the laughter sharp and piercing, his voice echoing continuously in the dark space.
Like a roar from the depths of hell, and when the strange man stopped his demonic laughter, he slowly lowered his head.
The smile stretched from his lips to his ears, and each time Qiuhe suffered a mental breakdown, the strange man's face seemed to become even more terrifying.
It seemed that the more Qiuhe suffered, the stronger he became. "We'll meet again in the next dream~", the strange man slowly raised his hand.
After placing it on Qiuhe's head and saying these words, he prepared to twist Qiuhe's head off.
But before he could make a move, the dark space was instantly frozen in place, and the strange man stopped moving as well.
That horrified expression froze on his face, just like it had been at the classroom door of Liyue Middle School before.
This black space now seemed to be sliced apart by billions of white rays of light.
Then, like a giant Rubik's Cube with millions of faces, it began to deform, rotate, break, recombine, and merge wildly.
The spear piercing through Qiuhe's chest was gradually shattering and reforming into the surrounding scenery.
Qiuhe also fell straight down, and when he regained consciousness, he was lying in a clear, white, and azure space.
But Qiuhe was unaware of everything happening around him. He slowly curled up into a ball, holding his head in his hands.
He lay there on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He knew this nightmare wouldn't end; he would only continue to suffer.
All his unwavering will crumbled the moment he realized he could not escape this nightmare.
In this nightmare, all his tenacity and willpower became a joke. He was afraid; he was truly afraid.
In all the battles he had faced before, he had never felt this powerless, so utterly incompetent, unable to do anything at all.
As Qiuhe was weeping bitterly, a hand as black as ink slowly reached out to her, and then gently stroked her head.
It was the shadowy girl; she seemed to be trying to soothe Qiuhe, but the sudden touch not only failed to achieve the desired effect,
Instead, it awakened the fear in Qiuhe's heart. His body trembled violently, and then he curled up into himself.
Qiuhe covered her head with both hands, curled up on the ground, and began to cry helplessly.
It was as if the child had endured endless pain and torment.
The girl in the shadows witnessed this scene, and after a moment of silence, she began to sing a song.
"One day, by chance..."
"The arrival of the young man"
"■Blue■■■World"
"First Encounter"
"■■■ eyes"
“Rose and ■■■”
"No Prince Loves"
The singing was accompanied by a crackling sound, like electricity; although the music was incomplete, when it reached Qiuhe's ears...
He slowly stopped crying, but tears still welled up in his eyes, from the jumbled and incomplete lyrics...
He recognized the voice; it was the bedtime song he had sung for Peruvier. His eyes trembled slightly as he faced a difficult decision.
Should he look up? He wasn't sure; he was terrified. He was extremely afraid that if he looked up, he would see that face again.
Perhaps none of this is real, perhaps it is all an illusion, and all beauty and hope simply do not exist in this nightmare.
But Qiuhe stubbornly raised his head again in the end. This was his last act of defiance. He longed for light, he longed for hope to shine into this endless nightmare.
When he looked up, he could see his surroundings clearly; he was lying on a surface as transparent as a mirror.
White clouds floated in the azure sky, and Qiuhe's face still bore traces of her undried tears.
When he turned his head to look ahead, he saw the dark-skinned girl crouching in front of him, with Qiuhe lying on the ground.
He was in a terrible state, covered in filth, and unbearable to look at.
The girl in black slowly reached out her hands and gently touched Qiuhe's face.
"This ■not■Lei■■did■■■do■■■thing"
"■■I won't punish myself,■■I won't see■■I'm sad■■■."
The shadowy girl in front of him was speaking in indistinct words, but Qiuhe did not understand what she was saying.
As the shadowy girl was trying to comfort Qiuhe, suddenly, a pair of sharp claws shot out from not far behind her, piercing straight through the space behind her.
Then, those sharp claws suddenly tore a large hole in space, revealing the grotesque figure with a distorted face.
His face was filled with boundless rage as he slowly emerged from the crack.
"Why? How were you able to escape!"
The black aura emanating from the strange man contrasted sharply with the azure space.
The darkness surrounding him was also spreading into this azure space; the space in the direction where the strange man was located had already turned into darkness.
Meanwhile, the area where the shadowy girl was located remained pristine and clear.
When Qiuhe saw that it was that strange man again, he was filled with fear.
He didn't want to lose this tiny glimmer of hope and light; he didn't want to endure that torment and pain any longer.
Just as Qiuhe's face was filled with terror, the shadowy girl slowly stood up, finally standing in front of Qiuhe with her arms outstretched.
At this moment, the shadowy girl resembled a mother protecting her child, while the strange man's face showed a hint of doubt upon witnessing this scene.
He then walked towards the shadowy girl, and the darkness accompanying him began to devour the light coming from her side.
Until the strange man walked up to the shadowy girl, and between them stood what seemed like the boundary between light and shadow.
One side is pure white and flawless, the other deep and dark; one side is filled with hope, the other with lamentations of despair.
The strange man stared directly at the shadowy girl before him and then asked, "Who are you, and why are you here?"
The shadowy girl simply stared at the strange man before her without saying a word, then slowly raised her hand and reached towards the man's face.
The strange man frowned upon seeing this, and was about to make a move to dislocate the arm of the shadowy girl.
But he found himself unable to make a move, not out of fear, but because he instinctively didn't want to hurt the shadowy girl before him.
The strange man was now utterly shocked; he sensed a very familiar aura emanating from the shadowy girl.
This aura existed only on her, something the strange man couldn't comprehend at all.
Why is this aura now emanating from the shadowy girl in front of us?
His breathing was rapid at this moment, and his empty, deep, scarlet eyes were widening.
Until the shadowy girl gently cupped the face of the strange man in front of her with both hands.
When his hands touched the strange man's face, he staggered backward as if he had been electrocuted.
The strange man's heart pounded like thunder, and shock surged through him like a tidal wave. "No, impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
The strange man shook his head and shouted "Impossible!" while his legs continued to retreat.
Qiuhe was shocked by what he saw; he never expected that this strange man would show such a panicked expression.
The shadowy girl then slowly walked towards the strange man.
The strange figure that kept retreating instantly materialized once more the longsword that was still brimming with dark purple energy.
He then raised his longsword, aiming it at the shadowy girl, and shouted, "No, don't come any closer! Stop right there!"
"You can't be her, how could you possibly be her?" Qiuhe stared at the strange man in disbelief.
The strange man was speaking in a hoarse, desperate voice, as if he were about to burst into tears at any moment.
The shadowy girl didn't stop; she persisted forward, and slowly she drew closer to the strange man.
The strange man's hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, and his voice trembled as he spoke, "If you come any closer, I'll...!"
Before the strange man could finish speaking, the shadowy girl in front of him grabbed him and hugged him tightly.
The strange man's eyes widened, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
Feeling the embrace of the shadowy girl before him, his empty, deep eyes no longer overflowed with bright red tears as before.
Instead, two crystal-clear teardrops gradually flowed out.
Her lips trembled as she uttered, "Yu, Rou."