Chapter 1573 The Whistle of the Deep Sea!
Sir Egwene turned her head and looked at him with complicated eyes.
"You're lost, Lynn."
"I'm not lost!"
Linn looked at him with red eyes.
"I just want to change in another way. What I want is a complete puppet lady, not a puppet without a past. This is why I didn't choose this path from the beginning, because I It feels like there is still hope.”
Ser Egwene took a deep breath and said:
"But Linn, you should know that dreams are just dreams after all. No matter how real they are, they cannot replace a person's real past..."
"But I never thought about replacing her past!"
Lin En's eyes were filled with tiny pieces of sadness.
"Brother Ewen, do you really think it's just a dream? She can be aware of me, and I can also be aware of her. I have spent every bit of this life with her. Could it be that all these experiences are also Untrue?"
"I know that her past cannot be changed, but I have never thought about changing it. I just want to tell her that this life is not only full of suffering, but that in the distant future, she can also become very happy. She It’s entirely possible to be hopeful.”
“This is what I’ve always wanted to do.”
Ser Egwene looked at him long and hard.
And he fought against him without giving up, and there was ice-like silence under the entire ice surface.
Time keeps passing.
Sir Egwene finally raised her head, looking up at the surface of her subconscious with solemn eyes.
"But there's no time."
Just on the ice surface, the thin cracks were like patterns on the glass. They were signs that death had spread to the lowest level of consciousness. The huge obsession with death in the subconscious had already overwhelmed her. The knowledge dragged into that final moment.
"If these connections are not severed, she will die immediately, and we will immediately lose our anchor point to return."
"When the time comes, we will all be exiled in this sea of loss."
"I may be able to find my way back, but you may not be able to hold on until then."
He turned his head and looked at Linn solemnly.
His spiritual body is disintegrating bit by bit. This decomposition started after he stepped into this sea of loss, and has lasted for a long, long time. This is why he is so anxious. The reason for bringing him back is because as long as he stays here, the sea of loss will never stop disintegrating a person's spirit and will.
And this is the scariest part here.
"Sorry, Lynn, there's no time."
That moment.
He almost stretched out his hand to take Linn out of the terrifying deep sea.
But almost at the same time, he felt the spiritual energy he controlled on Lin En being peeled off, and the sharp blade transformed from the long-awaited power of the Firstborn pierced the spiritual energy barrier that was bound to him. , breaking the connection between them at that moment.
"Lynn!"
Ser Egwene shouted.
But that's when he turned his head and stretched out to him.
He stopped.
The sharp blade made of rolling yellow sand was aimed at his own neck.
"What are you doing?"
Ser Egwene's eyes were fixed on him, her fists clenched tightly.
Lin En held the sharp blade against his neck. His eyes did not waver at all, he was still as tenacious and determined as before.
"Because this is the only way I can force you to give in."
"I bet on my life. I bet that she will change. I bet that this lifetime can plant that anchor in her heart."
His mind kept replaying those decades of spending time together day and night.
From that time when she was brought back from the beach, to the coming-of-age ceremony when she turned eighteen, and then to the day and night of the next few decades, the tortured and numb child has long since changed. Become a real normal girl.
Ser Egwene looked at him hard and said:
"You're pushing yourself down the road, Lynn."
Lynn smiled.
Without the blessing of spiritual energy, his spiritual entity is disintegrating and passing away in this sea of loss at a faster speed.
"No, I won't go to a dead end."
"Because I know her obsession has never been death."
"Because what she really wants..."
In that small house.
There was a warm fireplace and delicious food there, and there were family members and lovers who could always be relied upon. She would lie in front of the candlestick in front of the window and dream about the future, and fall asleep peacefully in his arms, without having to worry about what would happen again. Torture and suffering, there is no need to worry about losing again, because what she really wants...
"It's happiness."
…
Time flies by.
There are more and more cracks on the huge ice above the head, and the life force of the girl with her eyes closed in reality begins to pass faster and faster, and the self-death of consciousness is about to be lost to the spiritual ocean. the lowest level.
"Ser Egwene! Ser Egwene can you hear me?!"
Madam Doll's increasingly urgent contact has been heard in the real room.
Her loss of will had reached the final moment.
In the Sea of Lost, Sir Egwene's eyes were fixed on Lynn, who was determined on the other side. The voices of the puppet ladies in reality kept coming to his ears, and her consciousness was moving towards the final death bit by bit.
"Lynn, there is no time!"
"Wait for the last moment."
His eyes were also shaking violently, and even the hand holding the sword forged by the power of the First Born was shaking slightly,
but he still believed.
He believed in the girl he had been watching for his whole life.
He didn't want to abandon her, because she was his real puppet lady, and he believed that she would be able to face her past and struggle out of the quagmire of the past.
Time passed by second by second.
And every minute that passed.
In the deepest part of the Sea of Lost, it meant countless time.
"Lynn!"
Sir Egwene shouted again to remind.
The ice was collapsing, and her entire spiritual world had begun its final collapse. At that moment, he could no longer wait and stretched out his hand. The huge spiritual energy instantly slashed at the countless subconscious veins spreading under the ice.
Puff——
The spiritual blade did not cut off the twisted veins of the subconscious. Lin En's entire shoulder was turned into ashes bit by bit under the spiritual blade. He blocked his knife at that moment, but he did not show any pain.
Because he raised his head and smiled:
"I heard it."
Sir Egwen panted and looked at his broken shoulder, saying:
"What are you..."
He smiled and said: "I heard her call."
It was like the echo from the distant seabed.
It was so subtle.
But so tenacious.
It seemed that at that moment, the countless subconscious vines and veins that intertwined and eroded the frozen surface of the spiritual world all lit up with the whistles that were hoarse one after another. It was so weak, but it seemed to carry such a huge obsession.
The whistle of the crying girl from the deep sea.
