The Grandmaster had never been to Beijing.
Indeed, for most citizens, there are many channels and ways to know this place, even if they've never been here, they can still dream of the environnt here.
But, it is impossible to dream of this orange cat.
The details of this cat are so distinct and clear; it's the one I held back then.
It's the palace cat, and also the anchor of this mory of mine.
Through it, Li Zhiyuan can be certain, this is not the Grandmaster's dream; it should be his own dream.
Holding the cat, Li Zhiyuan led Alii down the steps.
The young man has had an extraordinary mory since childhood, although he cannot compare to so of the genius classmates he's seen who have photographic mories, he can rember with a few more glances.
Furthermore, he once sat here for many days.
The damages on the steps, the gaps between the tiles below, he had seen it all before.
Even without this orange cat in his arms, walking here, Li Zhiyuan would co to the sa conclusion as before.
At present, he can only speculate that it was a transference ritual arranged by the Grandmaster, swapping their dreams.
This dream seems to be symbolic, with deep anings behind it.
But as for what exactly it symbolizes, Li Zhiyuan is still unclear.
And also... where did the Grandmaster go?
The young man previously followed as soon as the paperman had contact with the Grandmaster, fearing just like last ti, where the Manchu zombie appeared first.
Yet after entering, apart from the cat, Li Zhiyuan didn't see the Grandmaster, nor any zombie.
Right in front, the vast area from the Taihe Gate to the Taihe Palace seed empty, with only him, Alii, and a cat.
As Li Zhiyuan hesitated about which direction he should go next, a bell sound echoed in his ears.
"Ding ling ling... Ding ling ling..."
Along with the bell sound, a pungent scent of incense oil ca.
In an instant, a strong feeling of nausea overwheld him; Li Zhiyuan only felt a sharp pain in his stomach, his head spinning, he let go of the orange cat in his arms, and crouched down himself, his breath becoming rapid.
Beside him, Alii also crouched down, looking at him.
Compared to the severe discomfort now, Li Zhiyuan was more shocked at the cause of such intense discomfort.
Because, whether it's the bell sound or the incense oil scent, no matter how annoying or pungent, he should easily endure it now. After all, since Walking Yin, he's witnessed countless scenes that were nauseating by many folds; his resilience and endurance have been tempered to a high degree.
Moreover, now he's in the Walking Yin state entering here, sensory discomfort should not be transmitted so clearly.
Most importantly, only he was affected, while Alii next to him was unaffected.
This ans the scene didn't trigger the present, but rather a past trauma, a post-traumatic stress disorder left by his own past experience.
But the problem is, in his mory, there is simply no such segnt.
The young man continued to endure the pain while quickly extracting this mory and quickly flipping through it in his mind; he confird that those days were quite ordinary. Every morning, Li Lan would bring him here, and every evening when Li Lan got off work, he would be taken ho.
He didn't need to find Li Lan or the small cafeteria for lunch because Li Lan would put water, biscuits, and sponge cake in his little backpack in advance.
Although there was an endless stream of tourists here, ard police were stationed everywhere, and Li Lan never worried that her son would be foolish enough to be tricked away.
Bell sound... The place where he entered earlier, on that step, was where he often sat during that ti.
Li Zhiyuan forced himself to stand up and walked back up the steps.
Upon returning, the bell sound beca clearer, the incense oil scent more intense, and Li Zhiyuan's painful reaction stronger.
But soon, the bell sound began to move, and the incense oil scent started to fade.
Avoiding pain is human instinct, but Li Zhiyuan now overca this instinct, using the intensity of his pain as guidance to move forward.
Alii did not urge him to give up but supported him silently.
In the past, no matter how difficult the environnt was, Li Zhiyuan could quickly overco and endure it, just like the last ti in the high tower. But this ti, he found himself unable to adapt.
This proves that every segnt of pain had traces in the past; he is not experiencing a single pain here but is picking up a long segnt of painful experience.
He had walked here before, had turned here, descended the steps, and crossed into the door. He felt extrely uncomfortable every step now, and he is walking the sa path that he once walked.
But how is this possible, why doesn't he rember any of this?
Suddenly, the young man thought of the Dream Ghost's wave; upon awakening, he also lost the mory in the dream, even though it seed nothing important was lost, but he still couldn't piece together the specific scenes now.
Since he's encountered mory erasure after Walking Yin, could it be that he also experienced it during childhood?
No matter how clever he was back then, he hadn't entered the gateway, didn't understand Xuann matters. If his mory had been tampered with, it wouldn't be surprising if he hadn't noticed.
But why here? And who indeed did such a thing to him?
Li Zhiyuan clenched his teeth and kept moving forward, forcing himself to stay alert.
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