Bai Xi’s attention snapped back instantly.
Yes, pain.
But Xue Yi had also been thrown around by her before, back and forth, without any effect. Could this pain truly be useful?
As she pondered, Han Mo once again moved forward mechanically, seemingly intending to throw himself into a blaze, just like Xue Yi earlier.
She didn't care what happened to Xue Yi; whether she saved him or not, she would insist. But Han Mo was different. Han Mo was her partner. Furthermore, following the dream she’d had not long ago, more questions surfaced in her heart.
There were no other options now. If there was a way, she had to try.
With this thought, Bai Xi simply grabbed Han Mo's hand and bit down hard on his wrist. She exerted some force, aiming to achieve the effect of pain.
Intuitively, intense pain should stimulate the nerves. Although she didn't know if this method would work, it was worth a try.
She hoped he would wake up.
In the illusion, Han Mo was walking into a river with Bai Xi in his arms. The water was already past his knees. Just then, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. Looking down, he saw his arm bleeding, the drops falling into the clear river water.
And the person in his arms, who should have been silent, was now biting his arm. Moreover, her clothes were not the crimson long dress he remembered, but a white hoodie and jeans.
"Xi’er..."
He uttered her name affectionately, and suddenly, countless memories flooded his mind.
The final parting in death, the hundreds of years spent waiting devotedly, and finally, obtaining her promise to stay by his side. He was not someone who clung to life, but because she existed in this world, he began to cherish himself more.
Yes, since she was still alive, how could he leave?
Bai Xi bit down with considerable force, and Han Mo's wrist even began to ooze blood. The crimson blood flowed down his clenched wrist, slowly reaching the blood-red jade bracelet on her arm.
The blood-red jade bracelet suddenly emitted a faint scarlet glow. The blood that flowed onto the bracelet was somehow absorbed back into it. This phenomenon was truly unbelievable.
Bai Xi paused for a moment, subconsciously withdrew her hand, and stared at the bracelet on her wrist, lost in thought.
What was going on? Why did this blood jade bracelet react to Han Mo's blood?
She had been wearing this bracelet ever since she fell off the cliff. She had worn it on missions too. During missions, coming into contact with blood was a common occurrence, so the bracelet had naturally touched other people's blood before.
But she had never encountered such a phenomenon. What exactly was happening?
As she was thinking, the person standing still by her side softly spoke, "Xi’er, do you have a toothache?"
His deep voice carried a hint of suppressed pain and an ineffable tenderness.
Bai Xi looked up at Han Mo. The beautiful eyes that had been vacant were now filled with spirit.
Clearly, he had regained consciousness.
"What did you see just now?"
She had heard him clearly. In his illusion, she had died.
Therefore, this dream was overlapping with her previous dreams.
In her dreams, she had died blocking a sword for the man she loved. And she had seen that man very clearly: it was Han Mo.
If both their illusions were the same, was this a shared illusion created by that tree for them, or were these things not illusions at all? After all, this wasn't the first time she had seen that woman bound by eight chains.
Han Mo's body stiffened slightly at Bai Xi's words.
Hundreds of years ago, he had failed to protect her, leading to the tragic deaths of her entire family and her own demise by a sword. This memory was incredibly heavy. Since she had been given a second chance at life, he truly didn't want her to recall it.
"Nothing. I just saw that you were in some kind of trouble and was very scared."
Bai Xi hesitated, about to ask further, but before the words could leave her lips, Han Mo opened his arms and hugged her tightly, murmuring in her ear, "Xi’er."
It was great. That was just an illusion, an illusion from the distant past.
He had not only waited for her but was standing by her side. Even after so many years of hardship and loneliness, it was all worth it.
The words Bai Xi had wanted to say were caught in her throat.
This time, his embrace was a little too tight, not as gentle as before, yet it inexplicably brought a sense of peace. "A’Mo."
Han Mo remained silent, simply holding her even tighter.
At that moment, a heavy thud echoed from not far away.
Bai Xi immediately shone her flashlight in that direction. She saw the bald man who had been accompanying Xue Yi. The bald man seemed to have tripped over a rock and fallen to the ground, yet he got up without any awareness, continuing to walk forward expressionlessly.
If Xue Yi was like an ordinary zombie in Plants vs. Zombies, then with the bald man's physique, he was definitely a Giant Zombie.
As she watched, the bald man fell to the ground again. This time, his face even smashed and bled, yet he still hadn't woken up. He was crawling forward on the ground, but his feet were entangled by a climbing rope from who-knows-where, rendering him immobile.
Bai Xi was somewhat speechless.
It was clearly an extremely tragic, heroic, and unfortunate scene, yet it looked so amusing.
Never mind. Whether it was the dream or the jade bracelet on her wrist, neither was the immediate priority. The immediate priority was to find Xuan Feng and Han Rui, complete the Han family trial, and get out of this bizarre tomb.
"A’Mo, let's go find Xuan Feng and Han Rui first!"
As soon as she spoke, a voice came from not far away: "Eldest Miss, are you looking for me?"
Bai Xi shone her flashlight over and saw Xuan Feng and Han Rui walking towards them together. "Fortunately, you're both alright."
Upon hearing this, Han Rui's face lit up with joy, his phoenix eyes filled with absolute pride. "If it weren't for me protecting him, things might not have turned out so well."
Xuan Feng shot Han Rui a covert glance and remained silent.
Seeing Xuan Feng's silence, Han Rui immediately said, "What, am I wrong? After I woke up, you were walking forward expressionlessly, muttering about wanting to die. You were so scary. If I hadn't held onto you, it's hard to say if you'd still be alive right now."
He had just had a dream. He dreamed of that car accident.
He dreamed of his mother being engulfed by flames.
A voice in his mind told him to walk into the flames and leave this cruel world with his mother.
But… his mother had tried with all her might, enduring the intense pain in her legs, to push him out, telling him to live on for her. As long as he lived for one day, this world would have a son to mourn for her, and thus, her shadow would still exist in this world.
Therefore, how could he so easily give up his life?
His life was not a burden to his mother but a combined rebirth of two people! Therefore, he had to cherish it exceptionally.