"Could it be that my witchcraft failed?" Tala thought to herself, unaware that she had alerted Liu Yilin.
She wasn't going to get water, but to find Ning Beichen.
After leaving her room, Liu Yilin saw the red string on her wrist still flashing with a red light, which made her more panicked. She hurried downstairs to Ning Beichen's room, closed the door, and immediately called out in a flustered voice.
"Ning Beichen, Ning Beichen..."
"The string on my wrist is glowing, come and take a look quickly."
But Liu Yilin called for a long time, and Ning Beichen didn't respond. She looked over and found Ning Beichen lying on the floor, fast asleep.
"Ning Beichen, you dead guy, at a time like this, you're still sleeping so soundly. You have a bed and you won't sleep in it, but you insist on sleeping on the floor."
Seeing him like this, Liu Yilin was furious and immediately kicked him with her foot.
However, Ning Beichen didn't react at all. Apart from seeing his chest rise and fall and his nostrils breathing, he was like someone in a deep slumber.
"Ning Beichen, Ning Beichen, wake up, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?"
Only then did Liu Yilin realize that something was wrong with Ning Beichen. There was no reason why a sleeping person wouldn't wake up if you did this to him. Even if Ning Beichen were a pig, he would probably have woken up by now.
But no matter how much Liu Yilin shook him and shouted at him, Ning Beichen remained unresponsive, just like a vegetative person without consciousness.
At this moment, Ning Beichen was still in his beautiful dream, but even in the dream, he began to sense that something was wrong.
This was because everything in the dream was too perfect. Whatever he longed for, whatever he wanted, it would be realized in the dream.
For example, he longed in his heart for Qiuqiu not to be dead, and Qiuqiu appeared.
For example, he wished to drink with his fallen friends, and those friends who had died would appear before him.
And everything was seamless.
But it was precisely because of this seamlessness that Ning Beichen realized that something was wrong with him.
So, at this moment, he was sitting alone in the bamboo forest, thinking, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
Because he still had memories of Liu Yilin, he still had feelings for Liu Yilin, he had not forgotten.
At first, he thought he was dreaming, and Liu Yilin was just a figment of his imagination. But as the images in his mind became clearer and clearer, Ning Beichen knew that he was not dreaming, and that he was actually dreaming now.
But he didn't know how to wake himself up from this dream. It was like a person trying to prove he wasn't an idiot; he needed to find a trigger to break free from the dream.
"Ning Beichen, Ning Beichen..."
In the real world, Liu Yilin was shouting Ning Beichen's name loudly, but no matter how she called, it was useless. Ning Beichen's eyes remained closed.
Even if Liu Yilin tried to pry open his eyelids, it was no use. Ning Beichen was still in a state of deep sleep.
At this moment, Liu Yilin suddenly heard Cheng Chen's voice from outside.
"Yilin, Yilin, are you inside?"
Hearing Cheng Chen's voice, coupled with the flashing red light on her wrist and Ning Beichen lying on the floor in a deep sleep, made Liu Yilin even more panicked.
When Ning Beichen was around, even if the sky fell, she would never feel afraid, because she knew Ning Beichen would shield her.
But now Ning Beichen was lying on the ground in a deep sleep, and no one was protecting her anymore. Only then did Liu Yilin realize how weak and helpless she was.
"What should I do, what should I do?"
Liu Yilin desperately forced herself to calm down.
"Chenchen, I'm inside. I'm talking to Ning Beichen about something. I'll be out in a moment. You go upstairs and wait for me."
Soon, Liu Yilin thought of a delaying tactic and replied loudly to Chenchen.
However, the Cheng Chen outside was not Cheng Chen, but the witch Tala.
Ning Beichen's comatose state was her doing. How could she not know that Ning Beichen couldn't possibly be talking to Liu Yilin anymore?
So, when she heard Liu Yilin say that, she knew that Liu Yilin had begun to suspect her.
But Tala no longer needed to hide herself, nor did she need to impersonate Cheng Chen. Without Ning Beichen, Liu Yilin was just a woman who couldn't even lift a chicken, and posed no threat.
With a bang.
The door was forcefully pushed open from the outside by Tala, and she walked in.
"Chen...Chenchen, what...what are you doing?" Liu Yilin asked her, terrified.
"I'm not Cheng Chen. Let me reintroduce myself, my name is Tala, and I am a witch. Ning Beichen is a smart person, he saw through me at a glance that I wasn't Cheng Chen, but you are too foolish." Tala said in a tone of "I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean."
"You...you're not Cheng Chen? But why do you look exactly like Cheng Chen?" Liu Yilin asked her, trembling.
At this moment, she didn't know how much she regretted and how annoyed she was. She regretted and was annoyed that she hadn't listened to Ning Beichen's advice.
Ning Beichen had told her repeatedly to be careful of Cheng Chen, but she had dismissed it as alarmist talk and ignored him.
"Heh heh, you mean this?" Tala wiped her face with her hand, and a thin-as-cicada-wing human skin mask fell into her hand.
"This human skin mask belonged to your classmate, Cheng Chen, but unfortunately, she is already dead."
"But don't worry, you'll be down to accompany her soon." Tala said to Liu Yilin with a smile.
"You...you killed her?" Liu Yilin's legs went weak with fear, and she sat down on the floor, like a startled bird.
"Hee hee, it's her honor to die at my hands." Tala said somewhat perversely.
"You...why are you doing this? I haven't offended you." Besides fear, Liu Yilin felt anger, immense anger.
The reason for her anger was that because of her, one of her good friends had lost her life for no reason.
"Ning Beichen killed the Black Dragon King's disciple. The Black Dragon King wants your heads to accompany his disciple in death. If you blame anyone, blame the Black Dragon King. He wants your lives." Tala said to Liu Yilin with a sinister smile. What she wanted was only the skull of the Crow Ancestor, which was very important to witches.
Liu Yilin wished she could tear the hateful woman in front of her alive at this moment. The thought that she had trusted her so much, and yet she was so vicious, made her heart ache.
Unfortunately, she didn't have the ability. Especially the thought that she had even blamed Ning Beichen made her heart twist with pain.