Chapter 798: Meeting an old friend again

Jiang Qilan looked around.

The house he was in was divided into two by a wall, and Jiang Qilan was in the outer room.

In addition to a door without a door leaf, the wall that separates the inner and outer rooms also has a square hole left slightly higher. The oil lamp is placed in this square hole, so that the oil lamp can illuminate the inner room and the outside at the same time. room.

Inner room, is there anyone?

Jiang Qilan hesitated for a moment and walked towards the inner room.

The room he was in should be an outer room, and the inner and outer rooms were separated by a wall.

There is a door on the wall - but there is no door leaf, and there is a square hole in the middle higher up - the oil lamp is placed in this hole, so that the oil lamp can illuminate the inner and outer rooms at the same time.

In the past, poor families would use oil lamps like this.

After entering the inner room, Jiang Qilan realized what "the four walls of a family" meant.

The furnishings in the inner room were extremely simple, including a shabby wardrobe with half a door missing, and a four-legged bed with no bedposts. Under the bed lay a pair of tattered leather boots.

The bed was covered with a thin mattress, and one person was covered with a quilt, with his back to the door.

A head of jet black hair splashed on the pillow.

Jiang Qilan felt a little uncomfortable, but when he thought of the weapons in the outer room, he guessed that the person on the bed must be a man.

In ancient times, both men and women had long hair.

Jiang Qilan cleared his throat: "Hello——"

The person on the bed didn't respond.

It seems that the other party cannot hear me.

Jiang Qilan lowered his head and found that he had no shadow——

Is he dreaming? But he still retains a very clear ability to make logical judgments, and he can also clearly remember how he got here.

Did he enter a certain space by mistake? Or someone's memory?

have no idea.

While he was thinking, the person on the bed moved. Then, Jiang Qilan heard the person let out a rather suppressed and painful groan. Then, he heard the sound of "crunching" teeth——

The person on the bed seemed to be enduring great pain.

Those moans were very heart-wrenching to hear.

Jiang Qilan couldn't do anything.

He could only stand by the bed and watch the quilt shake slightly - he guessed that the person on the bed was suffering from pain from the wounds on his body.

In those days, there were no painkillers, so you had to endure your injuries.

After a while, the man began to sob softly.

And listening to the sobbing, it actually sounded a bit like a woman.

——Jiang Qilan suddenly felt embarrassed.

In the woman's bedroom, it was very abrupt. Jiang Qilan turned around and left.

The person on the bed suddenly made a sound.

"Brother Lan..." the man said softly with a cry, "...I hurt so much...I'm so tired. I can't hold on anymore..."

Jiang Qilan trembled all over, as if he had been struck by lightning.

His feet were still hovering in the air, and he turned around in disbelief.

That voice is Cheng Ling!

Could it be that the person lying on the bed is Cheng Ling?

Jiang Qilan rushed to the bedside, trying to see the man's face clearly, but the lighting conditions of the oil lamp were really limited, and the man's face was mostly hidden under the quilt, so his true appearance could not be seen.

I shouted, but the other party couldn't hear me. I stretched out my hand, but couldn't touch the entity.

Jiang Qilan could only wait anxiously.

The whimpering sound at this moment was like a saw, sawing back and forth in his heart.

The person on the bed slowly calmed down. Finally, she let out a long sigh, lifted the quilt, and sat up.

The light of the oil lamp shone on her face.

Jiang Qilan was stunned.

It’s really Cheng Ling!

However, at this time, Cheng Ling was older and his face was more resolute and mature.

There were many scars crisscrossing her face, some of them were deep, like those left by long and narrow swords, and you could almost see the bones underneath; some were shallow scratches, or scars from bows and arrows. , still shocking.

Her eyes were slightly red, the ends of her eyes were moist, and there were still a few tears hanging on her eyelashes.

Jiang Qilan's heart was as sharp as a knife.

"Ling'er, Ling'er..." He stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears.

But his hand passed through her body.

He couldn't touch her -

Cheng Ling sat for a while, then lifted the quilt, bent down and pulled out a large wooden box from under the bed.

When she bent over, Jiang Qilan understood why she had been moaning softly just now.

Cheng Ling was wearing an old white undershirt that was a little yellowish, and on the back of the undershirt, there was a long, bright red blood stain!

The wound was extremely long, stretching from the butterfly bone to the hip bone.

——Someone slashed her hard on the back.