His ears were filled with harsh alarm rings, and cold water drips fell from the sky. Yan Rui squeezed his eyes hard and snorted heavily from his nose. The continuous overtime work made him feel very tired, his head was dizzy, and he finally lay down to sleep, but he really didn't want to get up.
Moreover, he felt light, indescribable relaxation and comfort filling his whole body, which was more pleasant than soaking his whole body in a hot tub, so he didn't want to move. He felt that he seemed to float higher and higher, like a swing flying to the clouds - until a pungent burning smell awakened the last alert.
"Fire alarm! Open your eyes!"
"Run!"
Open your eyes, there was no fire, no smoke, just a little darkness. The familiar desk was gone, the computer used to test the data disappeared, and the drinks, lunch boxes and the work progress "death watch" stuck on the wall were gone without a trace. The familiar black and white Antarctic animal mascot was not seen up and down, left and right, but what you saw was a strange environment.
He somehow lay on a big hard bed, surrounded by a blue cloth tent decorated with red lines, and a woman with a very elegant and pretty face was riding on him, tightly clamping his waist with a pair of smooth and powerful thighs. Neither of them was wearing much clothes, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward and ambiguous, while Yan Rui's big hand was placed on a woman's position that would be best not to describe in detail.
His head seemed to be a little drowsy, and the thought of an alarm was instantly thrown away. Yan Rui's first reaction was that he did not "wake up with his eyes open", and this should still be in a dream, otherwise he could not explain how such a beautiful girl would be riding on him!
He had enough reason to think like this, because there has never been such a good thing in reality, so this must be a dream: a dream with benefits. It should be caused by the pressure recently and the accumulation of desires!
"Since it's in a dream, you can do whatever you want?" Yan Rui grinned and his hands immediately became unhonest. The feeling from his palms and fingertips was very real, but in a sense, it felt very dreamy at the same time.
"It's both a dream and a dream!"
But Yan Rui was wrong. This actually has nothing to do with dreams, it just belongs to a simple and rough beginning of a certain story.
"Why are you awake? It doesn't matter! Don't think of a syllable spell!"
The woman's white hands quickly climbed up to Yan Rui's neck, and her delicate and smooth skin was tightly attached to her, but the knuckles of her thumb were tightly pinched against the Adam's apple, and she kept pressing down hard, fierce and firm. Yan Rui could not say a word anymore, and the sudden suffocation made him look at him. The dream ended, and the survival instinct of a creature made him pull his hand out, trying to break the thin and long arm away from his neck.
Didn't make it? He actually failed in strength? The arms were as hard as iron cast, and they were still trying to choke, without any change.
With the dizzy pain coming, Yan Rui's face began to turn purple, his blood vessels raised, and his lips were pale. He had realized that this was definitely not a dream, and it would not be so real in the dream! He found that he could not open the hand on his neck, and his struggled body was not obedient, and he was pressed tightly and could not move. In desperation, Yan Rui could only reach out and grab the woman's face, and even poke his fingers at the eyes. At the critical moment of life and death, he couldn't think too much.
The woman snorted lightly, leaving only one hand to tie the neck, and waved the other hand continuously, pushing away Yan Rui's counterattack in a few seconds. Then, she stretched out to the back of her neck and pulled out a black curved short blade. This action made her hair float away, and two sharp and long, white and red ears were revealed between the dark golden filaments.
Elf? Two words popped up in Yan Rui's mind. Time travel? Two more words. Don't kill me! These are the three most critical words.
"Feige Hall, you trash, die now."
At that moment, Yan Rui just wanted to shout: I am not Feiqi Hall, I am Yan Rui!
Unfortunately, the strangled throat could not make any sound, and the elf beauty raised her knife and fell. The cold metal pierced into her heart and brought a severe pain. The pain continued to reappear in his chest, ribs, and abdomen. Blood splattered on the woman's upper body, and the red stained the white skin, making it smoother...
Yan Rui began to die, and he began to hope that this was just a dream. But if it was a dream, the suffocation just now should have woken up. Before he died, Yan Rui's last thought was: Am I going through time earlier? Should I come back after Feiqi Hall died; am I dying for someone else? Alas, I wasted my dream traveling through time...
People still have to have dreams. What should I do if I accidentally realize it? First, I am shrouded in boundless pure darkness, and then silent. At the same time, Yan Rui can clearly feel that his vitality has left his body, and finally he begins to sink - the soul should be the soul? Sinking down should not be a good thing, it always represents good - such as the fairy world, heaven is above, hell and other bad things are below. Do you do too many evil things, so you should go to hell? But apart from working a lot of overtime, you have not done anything bad? Perhaps in addition to Abi and tongue pulling, there is also overtime hell?
Just as he was thinking about it, the sinking stopped, the feeling of down-to-earth appeared again, and the surroundings began to light up. The scene of "hell" was very monotonous, with black, white and gray filling the field of vision. Wherever he could see was an empty underground hall, full of solid soil layers, and vaguely see fossils, bones, and rotten plant rhizomes of various ages. In this underground hall about ten meters square and five meters high, a crystal throne stood on the low platform in the center. Only this throne had color, and it was as red as blood in Yan Rui's eyes.
Yan Rui looked down at himself, naked, with a gray translucent body. His two aerosol-shaped arms could penetrate through his body at any time, but they could stand safely on the ground. Although it was not completely certain, this was probably the state of a soul, a ghost or a ghost?
All the characteristics of the body are the same as in the past, at least the palm lines and all the body parts are still like Yan Rui. It seems that although he was killed before as "Feige Hall", after losing his body and life, the soul who came here is still his own and returned to his original appearance.
"Who is Feige Hall? Am I a scapegoat?" Yan Rui sighed heavily. He pondered for a moment, feeling that the question of "why is he dead" is not very meaningful. Since he still has memory and consciousness, it is more important to be based on the present and look forward to the future.
Looking left and right, in this open hall that was obviously underground, only the red throne looked suspicious enough and worth checking. Moreover, Yan Rui found that when he focused his attention on the throne, he felt the urge to sit on it.
The throne is high above the ground, and you need to climb up to eight steps before you can get up. Go up the steps, it is obviously the first time I have come here, but I feel an unusual familiarity; the ghost's empty feet brushed across the smooth gem stairs, and the illusion of warm and solidity came into my heart.
The Ruby Throne was full of edges as sharp as a blade, and if the body touched it, it would inevitably end up in a splitting way. However, for the soul, these were not any threats. Yan Rui stretched out his hand, stroked his fingertips, and then watched the aerosol-shaped body being cut, and then quickly reunited. He turned around and sat down slowly.
Just tilt your body a little and you can find a comfortable position. Yan Rui sat in the throne, like huddling in a familiar work chair, with a feeling of relaxation and comfort all over his body. He looked left and right, and the tall back had two raised pieces at a height flush with his ears, and the smooth surface formed two mirrors. In one mirror, he saw a handsome man with light blonde hair and white skin, with a kind smile on his weak face; in the other mirror, he saw a terrible devil with black eyes and dark red skin, with long curved black horns stretching out from his shoulders and back.
Both images will change with Yan Rui's movement, blinking, smiling, grimacing, making faces, as if looking in a mirror. Yan Rui is directing them, while they are imitating Yan Rui. It is hard to say what kind of process this is, I only know that the memories of the white-skinned man and the red-skinned devil quickly merged with Yan Rui and became part of him.
"Feige Hall?" Yan Rui whispered to the man in the mirror, and this time it nodded in confirmation with a smile.
"Bulala...what is this name, why is it so weird? Oh, there is another name, the Fork Road Devil."
The red-skinned road demon in the mirror nodded, then put on a fierce expression and grinned his teeth to demonstrate to Yan Rui.
The name that starts with "Bulala" is the real name of the devil for a long time. Yan Rui searched the devil's memory for a while before he understood it. The real name is a powerful force bound to the essence of the biological soul. It can also be considered as the only certification of this individual in the world, with strong binding force, and even if the name is pronounced, it can cause serious damage to it.
Yan Rui knew the real name of the devil, but he did not have the corresponding knowledge and ability to recite it. He found that the memories obtained from one person and one demon were not very complete. Apart from some basic common sense, there were only some important fragments. He knew that Feige Hall was a noble child, the second son of Count Kante Hall and Marjorie, an alchemist. Because he used the wrong medicine, he "chemically castrated" the duke's eldest son, and is currently in self-exile and headed to the Ice Wind Fortress to avoid disaster.
Being able to do such a weird evil thing is partly related to the influence of the fork-off devil, and the other part is a strong rebellious mentality. Feiqi Hall not only annoyed all the family teachers and turned aside the glorious path of becoming a knight, but also left a large number of bad legends in the noble circle of the Principality. He privately provided various medicines to the dandy gangs in the capital circle and accumulated a lot of money, but after-sales customer service is slightly nothing, and product safety is maintained by luck. In the end, only by going to the exile place can you save your life.
"What else have you done except bad things?" Yan Rui couldn't find the details in his memory, so he asked.
"I can't remember." Feiqi Hall in the mirror shook his head slowly and suddenly spoke, which scared Yan Rui. "I can't remember many things clearly, and all of them were caused by that devil."
"No, this is your responsibility." The devil also spoke: "If you execute the contract honestly, there will be no problem!"
"Then my soul will fall into your wallet, become the currency for the devil's transactions, and suffer endless torture."
"It won't be endless." The devil in the mirror showed a cheerful smile: "Because torture will cause loss, even if the power in the coins is cast, the soul will not last for more than a hundred thousand years in it - the pain will eventually disappear."
Yan Rui sorted out the whole story and found that the lack of memory was indeed caused by the intrigue between humans and devils. Moreover, this lack not only happened to Feige Hall, but also suffered similar trauma.
Simply put, neither human nor devil, is not a good bird. Feige Hall has a very poor reputation in most aspects, but he has good talent for magic, especially in the research of devils and alchemy, which is one of the reasons why he does not want to be a knight. At first, he found a devil to realize his wish. When he found something wrong, he began to fight against the devil and try to get rid of the contract he had signed with the devil.
The Devil for the Road is not a simple character, and after detecting Feiqi's thoughts, he also launched a counter-attack. Yan Rui really wanted to know the information in this part, such as the specific content of the contract between the two, and how they fought each other. However, such thinking only caused a headache and a feeling of emptiness in his heart. He frowned and looked at the one person and one demon in the crystal mirror, suspecting that they had a special reservation about this history. The only thing Yan Rui could confirm was that one person and one demon broke out in fierce conflict in the plot against each other, and both sides suffered losses.
Yan Rui was an innocent and unlucky child involved in this battle.
Two incomplete memories plus one Yan Rui who was confused until death, mixed up. This is the new soul sitting on the Ruby Throne. Fortunately, Feiqi Hall and the Forward Devil only have some memories left, just like two movies with poor editing, which will not affect Yan Rui's personality and emotions. Yan Rui is still Yan Rui, but he is dead.
"Why did you two get the grudges on me?" Yan Rui glared at Feiqi and the Forward Demon respectively, but neither of them blushed and ashamed. It seems that it is impossible to make them both feel conscience discovery, and they are both sealed in the mirror of the throne, and they can neither come out nor be beaten. Yan Rui has no choice but to do it for the time being. "What should I do now? Should I sit here and listen to you two complain to each other forever?"
"I can resurrect you." said the Forbidden Road Demon.
Chapter completed!