Tu Ju felt her shoulders getting heavier and heavier.
In his hometown and the Central Plains, there was a saying that ghosts were pressuring people. When demons and ghosts possessed the bodies of those who were unprepared, they would give them a very strong sense of oppression. Not only on the mind, but also on the body.
Was this the kind of pressure Tu Ju was feeling now?
Not really.
The pressure that Bunny Chrysanthemum felt from her shoulders and head was not something direct like this.
Was it an attack on the mental level? No, it wasn't. If it was, Bunny Ju was better at dealing with it. After all, she wasn't as crude as Xu Qing who only knew how to use a saber, although she didn't think she was too bad in this aspect.
Then, what was with this obvious sense of weight?
Was her body playing tricks on her? It felt so heavy, but her footsteps were indeed moving forward, following Lurunaka's lead.
Lulunaka's footsteps were light, and she followed behind. She didn't fall behind because of the weight, and was even getting closer.
In other words, she was faster than Lulunaka who was running and jumping.
However, she didn't feel like she was catching up to Lulunaka at all. She only felt an incomparable weight that made her feel like she was getting further and further away from Lulunaka.
But Lulunaka was getting closer and closer in her line of sight.
What was going on with this feeling of being so close, but so far away?
When she felt that she was getting further and further away from Lulunaka, what she saw was indeed that petite back. She could even see the top of her head. She could see that her hair was casually combed, like a careless girl.
Everything in her eyes wasn't fake. Tu Ju was certain that it was all real. She didn't pull away from Lulunaka, but was getting closer and closer.
But where did this confused feeling come from?
When did it start? Did it start with Lulunaka's words?
Or was it that he had fallen into this trap a long time ago, but he didn't realize it until Lurunaka mentioned it?
In that case, Bunny Chrysanthemum felt that her so-called talent and inspiration were nothing but a joke. In front of this youthful existence, she was just a foolish mortal.
"What time is it now?" Lulunaka, who was walking in front, suddenly asked.
Bunju was taken aback. In a world where she couldn't tell if it was an illusion or not, it was too difficult for her to answer such a question. But at least before she came here, the snowstorm and moonlight coexisted outside.
If it was a bit far-fetched, Lurunaka could also be considered a flower, right?
If that was the case, the Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon would be complete. As for herself, if she was a little arrogant, she could also be called a flower.
Was this the artistic conception that had always been praised by those literati in his hometown?
Tu Ju felt that there must be something wrong with her brain for her to have the leisure to think about such things.
That's right, in such a hazy state, how could she still have the leisure to think about this? Moreover, it was so clear, yet everything was so blurry.
Why was there such an obvious feeling of disconnection? Was he awake or not?
Even on this matter, her body and brain had two completely different answers: she was clear, and she was also hazy.
Could a person's appearance in a hazy state be clearly reflected in the eyes of others?
Now wasn't the time to let her imagination run wild. Tu Ju felt that her brain was in a mess, but when she thought, it was incomparably clear. She could clearly understand what kind of hazy and yet lucid state she was in.
This in itself was wrong.
"When we first came in, you saw many people collapsed by the side, right?"
Lulunaka continued, "Those corpses alone are enough to let one understand how strong they are. Would they die from exhaustion because of the snowstorm outside?
Or is there another reason? "
Lulunaka walked towards Tu Ju. Tu Ju felt that she was approaching, but also seemed to be moving away. Lulunaka continued, "But what kind of conclusion you've come to now, I can't guarantee that it's correct. Is your brain still your own?
Of course it's yours, but it's out of control.
You look the same as before, nothing has changed … This is just from my point of view. To you, what have you become?
Can you determine what kind of state you are in?
Or will you come to two completely different conclusions? "
From Lulunaka's words, Tu Ju at least understood that she knew where she was, and then brought her here … Why?
To let Tu Ju die here?
Perhaps she shouldn't have come in from the start, but when she chose to follow Lulunaka down, there was no other choice. Other than following Lulunaka, all other choices were given up halfway.
But if this was the result of persevering, would it be correct?
"Relax, if you're so nervous, the situation might get worse."
Lulunaka reached out to touch Tu Ju's face. It was a simple action, but in Tu Ju's eyes, it felt completely different. Lulunaka's hand was both slow and fast. It had already landed on her face, but it didn't land on her face. She had even just raised her hand … Which situation was real?
"I don't know if you're lucky or unlucky to be able to persevere until here."
Lurunaka laughed. "Some of the people who have fallen on the side are not necessarily weaker than you, but in some aspects, they are indeed inferior to you, a foreigner from the East … In this environment, people who have a certain concept of their own existence and have thought about things in this aspect will always have stronger mental toughness.
To you, compared to fighting and killing, studying should be a happier choice.
Unfortunately, there's no chance to live a stable life by studying these days, especially for someone like you who can do everything well. It must be tough, right? "
Tu Ju shook her head, or nodded?
She only knew that she did both, but it also seemed like she didn't do them.
"Let me ask.
Can you continue following? "
Lulunaka grabbed Tu Ju's hand. "If you can, you can walk forward by yourself. I'll hold you back.
This may seem like cheating, but to you, it's a reward.
I asked Chen Baihu to let the two of you down, not to find a chance and place to bury you … At least, I want to see where you can reach.
But if I really fall, I can only say sorry to him. "
Tu Ju wanted to walk forward, but she wasn't sure if she had taken a step. She was certain that she had taken a step forward, but it felt like she was standing on the same spot.
"Very well, since you're walking forward, let's continue walking.
Maybe you can see the other side of this world? "