Chapter 2663: Limbo

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"vomit-"
Stomach twitching.
The gastric juice surging in the throat had an unspeakable sour smell, lingering in the mouth and nose. The filth splattered down, echoing loudly in this incomparably empty cave, and slowly spread out on the ground that had accumulated dust for thousands of years.
In fact, there is nothing to vomit at all, but I still feel sick, but I can't stop...
"Cough, cough, vomit—"
"Pooh."
Forcibly pressing down the still-moving throat, and spitting out the saliva and acid remaining in the mouth, Maca took two steps to the side, and then leaned against a boulder and slowly slid her body to the ground.
He wiped his mouth vigorously, turned his head and let out a "bah", and then let out a long breath.
"It turns out that when the pain reaches a certain level, it will really... cause physiological vomiting... It's really a lot of knowledge."
The severe pain didn't mean to go away at all, and the vomiting just now aggravated the pain. This made Maca completely unable to speak to herself, so she could only simply think about it in her mind like this.
The surrounding environment is a bit dark, and it is only slightly better than the previous castle. The glass bottle containing the condensing sand was placed on a stone not far away by him, and the place where the light of Dandan reached was the range of vision at the moment.
Other than that, it was pitch black, and there was an indescribable sense of loneliness here.
Fortunately, for loneliness, Maca seems to have gradually gotten used to it.
"Well."
A moment of rest did not make Maca feel any better, and after a while, another strong sense of nausea suddenly emerged, with an irresistible momentum.
He hurriedly twisted to the ground, and then...
"vomit-"
It seems that there is absolutely nothing to spit out, which is good.
"At least you can get less dirty clothes."
Thinking like this, a tremor in the depths of her soul suddenly shook, and Maca only felt the darkness in front of her eyes, and finally fainted like this.
…
wake up.
Go to sleep and wake up.
Wake up, go to sleep, then wake up again.
We seem to be repeating this process all the time, all our lives. It will not discriminate and there will be no controversy, whether it is rich or poor, health or disease, it will not change much.
Until we fall asleep for the last time in our lives, and then...
Between the slowly opening eyelids, it is gradually filled with misty white;
In the ear... No, maybe the same is true for the external perception at the spiritual level. Maca felt that she "heared" something - it was some kind of noisy living corpse whimpering, but it didn't seem to exist.
"Um?"
He was lying face down, in a slightly awkward position. When I fainted in the cave before, if I just fell to the ground like that, it must have been like this... and it is still the same now.
He paused, then supported his body with both hands and got up.
The surrounding is still a piece of white, hazy white, as if there is a mist surging softly and slowly, flowing irregularly and spontaneously.
He knew that he should know this place.
"It's much more comfortable here than it used to be."
Maca took a deep breath and squinted his eyes to feel his body and soul-obviously, he here has no body, but only a soul.
Wouldn't it be much more comfortable without the physical pain and nausea? Even the pulling sensation and shock from the depths of his soul seemed to be "far away" from him.
Yu Qi was light and relieved, and the vague voice in his ear occupied most of Maca's attention. He carefully "listened" and found that the sound did exist, and... it seemed to have a source.
"Looks like it's behind..."
He murmured like this, then turned around and walked in a certain direction.
As Maca's pace gradually increased, the surrounding white mist seemed to have finally changed. The tone of the fog turned slightly gray, still empty, but the atmosphere gradually became depressed, as if he had returned to the previous cave.
But to say, the change of the invisible "ground" under the feet is actually the biggest. It became more and more specific with each step of Maca, it was a dry, hard, dusty flat floor, and large tiles were interlaced and stretched all the way.
In the end, when the fog in front of him also flowed and faded as he moved forward, a towering and huge black stone tablet suddenly appeared in front of Maca as if the sun had broken through the clouds.
A very familiar monument! Couldn't be more familiar.
Isn't this what the arrogant rule embodied, the ancient stone tablet called "Bewitching"?
Because the size of this stele is really too huge, and it is usually placed in this cave or that cave, even Maca rarely has the opportunity to look at it with his own eyes like this.
Now it looks so big!
Maca raised her neck, looked at the top of the stone tablet that seemed to be shaking, and sighed in her heart.
"Is this the truth that the 'alternatives' have to face?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded from Maca's side without any warning, and then echoed leisurely in the dark gray inlaid with a piece of black.
But Maca didn't seem to be surprised or surprised by this voice, and when he heard this, he nodded lightly.
"It's not quite, but . . . that's about it," he said. "Professor Dumbledore."
After saying that, Maca withdrew her gaze and turned around, looking at the old man who suddenly appeared beside her.
Long silver-white hair and beard, sharp blue eyes behind half-moon-shaped glasses, and a slightly long and slightly curved nose...
Nothing had changed, it was what he remembered.
"It seems that if it wasn't me who carried out the so-called 'alternative' task, but you, the professor back then, maybe things wouldn't be as messy as they are now?"
"No, it won't." Dumbledore shook his head, still looking at the stone tablet, "No one can replace you on this road—I can't, and neither can Rowena Ravenclaw. Because it didn't choose you, you chose it..."
Having said that, Dumbledore turned his head to look at Maca and smiled and said, "Just like me back then, even if I did it again, the result would be the same... Speaking of which, where is this place?"
"here?"
Maca glanced at the black monument again.
"This stele should be in the cave where I was before, but... I don't think it's still that place." He said so, his eyes moved slightly down, and he looked near the base of the stele, " After all, I don't have any of this stuff there!"