i know i'm sick

"After you fainted, I hugged you. When I hugged you, I felt that you were so light. Obviously I hugged you the night before. You were clearly not like this at that time. It's an emotional bright red, extremely beautiful, but it was only one night, you fell pale in my arms, your body seemed to be half lighter..."

"I'm so scared, An Ning, I'm really scared, I'm afraid you're really dead, I asked Ah Jiang to feed you the best blood-enriching herb in the church, and I lied to myself that I can't let you die, yours The debt has not been paid off, I will throw you into the dungeon, and everyone will say that you will not survive..."

Ling Ran choked with sobs, he asked Yang Anning: "Brother Anning, how did you survive? Why are you still alive?"

Yang Anning had already stopped struggling. Hearing Ling Ran's words, his eyes gradually became empty, as if he had returned to 12 years ago.

"Maybe I just want an answer." Yang Anning said numbly.

Up to now, he can no longer tell whether the self in this hall is the present self or the self of 12 years. The 12 years have torn his body apart, but the same scene has reassembled him into one person at different times.

"I always feel that you are affectionate to me."

Ling Ran smiled miserably, and said, "Yes, I have feelings for you, but I refused to admit it at that time."

Yang Anning pushed Ling Ran away, got up and walked down the steps slowly, Ling Ran didn't stop him this time.

Yang Anning stood in the center of the hall, looked up at Ling Ran in front of the seat, and said, "When I was here, I was still alive."

Ling Ran also walked down and came to his side.

Yang Anning moved her lips, but the words she spit out made Ling Ran's face completely pale.

"At that time you said: 'Miao Shanshan killed my mother, you are his son, shouldn't you pay the debt when she died?'"

"Brother An Ning..." Ling Ran's expression was very painful, he wanted to take Yang An Ning's hand, but he avoided it.

"Let's go." Yang Anning said suddenly.

Ling Ran took a step forward and held Yang Anning's arm, asking, "Where are you going?"

Yang Anning's expression was very calm: "Go to the dungeon, go to the place where I died, maybe my dead body can still be seen there."

"No!" Ling Ran hugged Yang Anning tightly from behind, tears covered his face: "Let's not go there, don't go to the dungeon, brother Anning, don't go there...I was wrong, I shouldn't have brought you here This... let's go, let's leave here, let's go back to Zheliu Villa!"

Yang Anning smiled at him and said, "What are you afraid of, Aning, that's still your hometown, and that's where you appeared. Don't be afraid, let's go home."

Ling Ran felt that he couldn't breathe, he was about to be overwhelmed by this invisible pain and self-blame.

"Brother An Ning, don't do this..." Ling Ran hurriedly took out a dagger from his body and stuffed it into Yang Anning's hand, then grabbed his hand and slashed at his wrist, "If you cut my hand, I will pay you You, I owe you, I will return the blood to you!"

Yang Anning let go of her fingers, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "bang".

Yang Anning looked at him coldly and said, "Ling Ran, I'm going to the dungeon."

Under Yang Anning's gaze, Ling Ran curled up and bit his lips tightly.A sob escaped from the corner of his mouth, echoing in the empty lobby.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Ran almost thought that he was going to die in the pain, but Yang Anning stroked his back, patted him lightly to comfort him.

"A-Ning, stop making trouble, let's go."

Ling Ran tasted the smell of blood between his lips and teeth, and he straightened up with the greatest effort, with tears in his eyes, he seemed to see Yang Anning smiling at him.

"Brother An Ning...I'll take you there..."

PS: Ling Ran (waving his hands frantically): No, no, brother, we won't go.

Yang Anning (snap fingers): Don't be afraid, brother will take you to open the dungeon dungeon.Pipi Ran, let's go!

63.

The dungeon of the Ximiao Sect General Altar has not been opened for 12 years.

12 years ago, Ling Ran brought back Yang Anning's clothes shredded by wolves from the Shiwan Dashan. He buried the clothes in the soil of the dungeon, and made people seal the dungeon, and no one was allowed to approach it again.

The iron door of the dungeon was stained with rust, and the two door leaves were almost completely rusted together. Ling Ran used internal force to push them open.

The sound of the iron door opening was extremely ear-piercing, and the sharp sound seemed to strike directly at a person's heart.As soon as the gap that was one person wide was opened, dust gushed out of the door.

Ling Ran blocked Yang Anning behind him, stretched his sleeves to block all the dust in front of him.

When the dust fell to the ground, Ling Ran turned to look at Yang Anning, and asked, "Anning, do you really want to go in?"

Yang Anning closed her eyes and straightened her back.He couldn't control his trembling, but he still replied: "Of course I have to go in.

Ling Ran raised the kerosene lamp and held Yang Anning's hand.

Yang Anning's hands didn't have any warmth, the trembling of her body spread to her hands, even the hands with Ling Ran trembled slightly.Yang Anning didn't try to break away from Ling Ran, but instead held him tightly with his backhand.

Ling Ran led Yang Anning into the dark prison step by step.

Behind the gate was a long passage, the end of which was swallowed by darkness.Yang Anning felt as if she was walking on an endless road to hell, except for the ubiquitous musty smell and the faint light in front of her, everything else ceased to exist.

Yang Anning staggered and fell on Ling Ran.

Ling Ran didn't speak, just put his arms around his shoulders and supported him with his body.

They didn't seem to have gone very far until they came to the bottom of the passage, where the kerosene lamp illuminated the uneven steps leading down to the deepest part of the dungeon.

Ling Ran stopped in his tracks and asked again: "An Ning, this is here. Do you have to go in?"

Yang Anning pursed her lips and stared at the bottom of the steps.Suddenly, he grabbed the kerosene lamp in Ling Ran's hand and rushed down the steps in a few steps.

Ling Ran was taken aback, and rushed down after him.

Yang Anning hung the kerosene lamp on the wall, which was originally where the lamp was lit. During those endless days and nights, the lamp on the wall was the only light Yang Anning could see.

Yang Anning turned to look at the cell, the familiar iron bars stood there quietly, as if they had never changed.

Yang Anning was terrified when he left Zheliu Mountain Villa, he was terrified when he arrived in Jincheng, he was terrified when he arrived at the Ximiao Sect General Altar, and he was still terrified in the previous lobby, but when he got to the dungeon, he finally arrived here. Where he should be afraid, Yang Anning is no longer afraid.

Ling Ran stood behind him and didn't dare to move, he didn't dare to speak, he didn't dare to make any movements, he didn't know what he should do, and he didn't know what he could do.

The door on the iron bars was open, Yang Anning got into the cage with his head down, and sat down in the middle of the cage.

He and Ling Ran were one inside and one outside, one was sitting and the other was standing, looking at each other.Time seems to be distorted, sending them back to the day 12 years ago when Yang Anning lost all hope.

Yang Anning watched Ling Ran for a long time, so long that his emotions seemed to be sealed up, so long that his soul seemed to float out of his body.He perched on the top of the cage, condescendingly looking down at the two people in the dungeon.

He heard himself ask, "Do you have any sincerity for me?"

He heard Ling Ran answer: "Yes, I love you."

He saw himself laughing, but his smile was so harsh and ugly, and he heard himself say, "You shouldn't have said that, you should have said it was just a game you played, I was a jerk, and I can't blame you who?"

He saw Ling Ran stepping forward and grabbing the iron bars, wanting to enter the prison but did not dare, he heard Ling Ran say: "Don't do this, An Ning, those words are not from my heart. I beg you to believe me, I I don't want to bring you here, this place is not only your nightmare, but also mine. If it wasn't for your request, I would never come here anyway..."

He heard himself answer: "Master Ling, we have all come here, do you still want to lie to me? What are you going to do?"

He saw Ling Ran crying bitterly, kneeling in front of the iron fence, and he heard Ling Ran pleading: "I will never lie to you again, I regret it...Brother An Ning, I don't ask you to forgive me, but you How on earth are you willing to give me a chance, let me redeem my mistakes, let me make up for you?"

He saw himself lying on the ground with his hands folded on his chest, and he closed his eyes and said to Ling Ran: "I died here, have you seen my dead body? You let the dead give you a chance, what's the matter?" Maybe?"

He saw Ling Ran stumbling to his side, trying to pull himself up, but failed again and again.

He finally couldn't help sighing, and shouted, "Yang Anning!"

Yang Anning who was lying on the ground opened his eyes suddenly, as if he heard someone calling his name.Looking up, there was nothing but darkness above.

"Yang Anning, look who that is." The familiar voice sounded in his ear again, Yang Anning turned his head and saw Aning wearing a snow-white gown.

"A Ning..." Yang Anning stretched out her hand tremblingly, wanting to touch A Ning's cheek.

How can you forget the existence of Aning?

Yang Anning couldn't lie to himself, from the moment he entered the hall, he could only see Ling Ran, and Aning, who had been with him for 12 years, was completely ignored by him.

"Why is this happening?" Yang Anning muttered to herself in disbelief.

Aning smiled at him and pulled him to sit up.

Yang Anning seemed to have a premonition, his lips moved and his voice was hoarse: "Are you leaving?"

Aning nodded, stroked his hair lovingly, and said, "I'm leaving, you don't need me anymore."

"Don't go..." Yang Anning stretched out his hand to hold Aning, and cried a few words while speaking.

Aning shook his head, pointed at Ling Ran and said, "You don't need me anymore