Chapter 24 (1/2)

Chapter 24 Inward VisionThe color becomes darker after half a cup of spring water is poured down. The first petal stretches out while others still shyly encircle themselves and won’t let its true features be seen.

Lin Luoran takes a deep breath, thinking that this flower is really sweet ah! It has only opened the first petal.

She observes there is nothing happening including the foggy of delusional poisoning not appearing. Then she has been busy for a while to water more cups of spring water.

After doing what she can, Lin Luoran crouches down patiently next to the black flower. As is said a flash in the pan, she won’t miss the moment otherwise the spring water will be wasted.

A minute later, the second petal quivers gently; five minutes later, it stretches out like a naughty fairy who creeps past the first petal, unfolding in the direction of the bevel.

In the eighth minute, the third petal moves a little bit…

Lin Luoran doesn’t know how long she has been in that gesture, it seems as if she has only been crouched for ten minutes or so or as long as a century with her feet becoming numb.

What presenting in front of Lin Luoran is a flower with dark green vein and the stalks are as tender as jade, while both above cannot be equal to its petals—the five are interdependent and overlaps in full bloom as large as the size of a bowl. Besides, the dark petals seems to s.h.i.+ne in plain light

So fragrant, so beautiful… Lin Luoran doesn’t know when she stands up. What she can smell is the tempting aroma and what she can see is the serene and intoxicating black flower.

She feels the petals appear to be magnifying. At first, she thinks it is an illusion; after a while she notices that she is unwittingly leaning over to sniff at this black flower.

One inch, two inches… Lin Luoran becomes vacant in the eyes seeming to be fascinated by the strange fragrance of the black flower. Her nose is getting nearer and nearer to the black jade petals—suddenly there is a twinkle of clear light in her eyes and she struggles to stand up. At this moment, the previous dead thing pops out a ball of light that penetrates into Lin’s nose.

Lin Luoran just feels her head “buzzing”, and she losses consciousness.

Her mind wanders through a dark tunnel, and at this moment she seems to forget who she is. Lin doesn’t know how has long it pa.s.sed, and her spirit seems tired, feeling here is very dark and cold, let it become a bit unhappy.

Why isn’t there light? On thinking about that, the mind wonders, “What is light?”

What is light?… Why do I know the term light? It is so strange! The mind racks its wits about light and then becomes irritable. Thus it collides the tunnel with its intangible body—but the tunnel is nothingness too which limits the mind to shuttling back and forth among the walls.

“Walls”? What a strange word, thinks the mind in melancholy mood. Must be the walls that block the light!

Be blocked? That is impossible. What is completely different from the dark is the light! All of a sudden, the mind becomes happy because the dark tunnel is dotted with colorful circles of light after the meaning of “light” is defined.

It’s so beautiful! Looking at the sparkling and s.h.i.+ning aperture, the mind feels a little dizzy and doesn’t go after what is “beauty”.

The colorful tunnel is dazzling and beautiful. The mind is so happy rolling over and playing with joy, feeling much better than the dark and cold tunnel before.

It has been a long time again, maybe a moment maybe an aeon, after which the mind becomes bored.

Although it’s beautiful here, there’s no one to accompany. It’s so lonely.

An idea flashes—“human being?” what is “human being”? Am I a human being? Because it is so lonely, the mind begins to use his head again patiently.

It will be boring if there is no “human being” accompanying. That is to say I was accompanied before… Well, then I’m a human being! The mind defines itself and there is a dull thunder in the depth of the colorful pa.s.sageway.

As for why the sound of thunder is m.u.f.fled, the mind is not interested in. Maybe the thunder is acc.u.mulating power. As it thinks, the main focus is on the idea of what “human being” is.

To become a man, there is a body first, thinks the mind. Then it feels very dissatisfied with the existence of itself as a fog! It tries to jump up and down, b.u.mping back and forth in the tunnel, and gradually changes its foggy body.