Wei Yanchi often wondered what he should use to open a book.
A sunset, flowers, a concert, or a chance encounter?
If he were the author, he would set the opening on a summer afternoon, with a sky so blue it was almost black. Across the grassland lay a golden wheat field, with a few sprigs of wormwood growing among the wheat, every ear swaying in the wind.
Wei Yanchi sat on the grass, looking at the sky, the clouds, and then the slow-flowing river.
Unless something unexpected had happened, he was in an Instance now.
And the Instance was called Wheat Field.
But Wei Yanchi wasn't in the mood to clear it. He flopped onto the grass to bask in the sun, as though he were on vacation. Or perhaps he was simply waiting.
Compared with his leisure, Juelu was truly on the verge of losing her mind.
Why had she suddenly appeared in an unfamiliar Instance?
And more importantly, why was Silas in this Instance too?!
They were in a school now, a high school whose architecture looked straight out of the turn of the millennium, tinged with a dreamcore atmosphere. The students were in class, and only the two of them had skipped. The dean of discipline was prowling around the school.
They were forced to keep hiding.
Silas was injured. His entire shoulder was dripping blood, a horrifying sight.
The dean would surely follow the smell of blood to their hiding place.
"I'll carry you." The corners of the Witch's eyes were red. She reached out, only to be stopped.
Silas said softly, "At least one of us has to live."
"Are you kidding me, man? You think carrying you means I won't make it? It's not like I've never carried you out before."
Silas