Chapter 487: Hell

There is a place where there is always peace in the ever-changing situation, and that is the prison created by Bran.
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Imprisoned in a cage loses the reference to the sun and the moon, and time becomes meaningless. In the dark, it may be a second or a year in the blink of an eye.
In the days outside, Stan never noticed that the years were long or short. But here, shortness and longness merge into one, tightly wrapping him.
How long?
Stan yelled, can anyone tell me? The sound rushed out of the mouth like thunder, but it turned into a low buzz of gnats at the moment it left the mouth, and gradually moved away from the ear.
Anyone else?
Stan shouted again, but there was nothing else around him except for the darkness.
Obviously, there is a solid, cold earth beneath him, but the feeling of falling is always with him. He began to regret it. Why didn't he pretend to accept Bran's invitation at that time?
Isn't there a better chance of escape to become a jailer? What happened at that time, why did you refuse?
Are you proud?
maybe. In the darkness, Stan seemed to see the essence of pride. It was just a useless, self-protecting shell.
But what can it protect?
Stan is still a little unclear, what else needs pride to protect his existence. He is so powerful, does he need pride to disguise it?
If you didn't step into it carelessly, how could a trap that shouldn't be prepared for others fall into such a dilemma?
Really careless! An oversight he regrets so far. If he could leave, he vowed never to come near here again.
And this kind of oath, he no longer remembers how many times he had made it...
Recently, Stan has noticed that the darkness has changed again, because the feeling of a dog licking a bone has disappeared. But this did not bring the slightest relief, but made him feel nervous.
Disliked! Like the residue of food, it can no longer attract appetite. If even the qualification to become food has been lost, Stan can't figure out what value he has.
He tried to break free, at least after giving up some knowledge to trick Bran away, he began to accumulate strength. Maybe the plan was really successful, because Bran has never appeared since then.
Now, he hopes that this plan will not succeed, because he does not want to be left here alone.
In the past, only a slight difference could break through the shackles of darkness. But for some reason, the power of swallowing suddenly increased. A terrifying feeling of hunger entangled, and countless faint whispers echoed in the darkness. Listen carefully, but there are only two words-I am hungry!
Stan had never thought that a large amount of magic power was forcibly stripped from his body, causing him to fall into a state of dying. If you can connect to the sea of ​​magic, then this consumption may not be a big deal, but the darkness has already blocked everything-including his connection with the sea of ​​magic.
Stan saw death in despair for the first time. It was still darkness, a darkness that even darkness could not hide. It is everywhere, always around. It was only before death came that they began to gather and gradually revealed their true colors.
And Stan finally saw its true face-Bran!
Bran looked down at him with a smile, like a real god.
He also found a life-saving straw and began to cry and plead. It was also at that time that Stan knew that the dawn could also be black. A thick ink pried open the dark corner, allowing him to reconnect with the sea of ​​magic.
He even pushed hard and sent him in. With that ray of ink, he returned to the long-lost sea of ​​magic and entered the tributary smoothly.
Under the infiltration of the tributaries, the magic power quickly recovered, and the warm vitality re-flowed, and gradually roared.
It's good to be alive! With this trace of comprehension, he decided that as long as he could survive, there was nothing he could not exchange. It was also because of this subtle realization that he did not dare to stay longer in the sea of ​​magic.
He is afraid! He was afraid of damage to his body wrapped in darkness; he was afraid that the black light would suddenly disappear, so that he would never find his way back.
The worry was right, he disappeared as soon as he returned to the dawn, and darkness enveloped everything again.
Hallucinations?
Stan, who was sober, began to doubt what had happened. How could the figure of death resemble Bran? But what about the magical power in the body?
This caused Stan to fall into confusion and become a little muddled. The only advantage of this state is that life is no longer so difficult.
If possible, Stan would prefer to return to that state. Unfortunately, he actually got rid of that state. But after it was put out, time became more difficult. Because, the state of unconsciousness made him completely lose the sense of time.
The dark licking speed is getting slower and slower, and it will slowly take a bite after the licking. For this reason, Stan, who is deeply insulted, can't help but complain loudly-there is a kind of you don't eat!
But now that he really stopped eating, he felt scared and regretted.
I still use it! I still have a lot of knowledge to exchange! I can be considered an older existence, and I know many secrets hidden under time.
Really, I still use it!
Perhaps, the plea from the heart can really move God, even if these words are not made clear. The darkness slowly dissipated. Although the surroundings were still pitch black, Stan subconsciously raised his hand as if the light was dazzling.
A voice came from my ear, "Look! He is awake..."
Then sporadic words sounded in the next room, although only a few people made Stan feel harsh and noisy.
The sound of footsteps sounded in the dark, obviously a little procrastinated. As time went on, someone came to his cage while limping, trying to raise his head and revealing a familiar face. Then, with helplessness and sadness, he choked and shouted: "Teacher..."
Stan couldn't help but murmured, "Maddy!"