The Lost Tomb : Tibetan Sea Flower

Chapter 41: Pipe Dream

When I woke up, I found something was wrong. It took me a long time to slowly recover my memory: the bugs, how we left the lama temple step by step, how we returned to the bar, how we fainted.

My eyelids were as heavy as lead and couldn't be opened at all, so I could only rely on my sense of smell and touch. I smelled a very familiar scent.

So, I was sent to the hospital, that's great.

I was drowsy and soon fell asleep again, but this time I only slept for a few seconds before I woke up suddenly. This time I could finally open my eyes.

As soon as I did, I found that I wasn't in the hospital like I originally thought. I didn't see the white ceiling I was expecting, but I was already familiar with the ceiling I did see.

What I saw was the top of a very old building, and a closer look showed that this was the structure of the lama temple. When I rolled my eyes and looked around, I saw Zhang Haike, Zhang Haixing, and the head lama sitting not far from me.

I was lying on the wooden floor surrounded by hanging blankets, the stove was burning, and Fatty was lying beside me. I sat up slowly. At this time, they found me awake and said something to each other before walking towards me. My ears weren't working very good yet, and after looking around, I asked, "What's going on? Didn't I go down the mountain? Isn't this place full of bugs?"

Zhang Haixing walked up to me and shook a bell in her hand. I glanced at it and thought it looked very familiar. After careful scrutiny, I found it was the hexagonal bell I had seen before, and it made a very clear sound.

Zhang Haixing leaned over and asked me, "Do you know what this is?" I wanted to both shake and nod my head. Although I knew that listening to it too much would make people hallucinate, I really couldn't name it.

Zhang Haixing kept shaking the bell in my ear, and the more I listened, the more I sobered up. I slowly felt that the gloomy atmosphere hovering over my head had dissipated. Then I saw a strange shelf between Fatty and me, with six or seven of those strange hexagonal bells hanging on it.

"What is this?" When my thoughts became clear, I asked Zhang Haixing.

She said: "I can't tell you yet, but this is a technology we discovered a long time ago. Through the combination of different kinds of bells, we can make people have all kinds of different hallucinations, and they are very, very real. If I don't tell you that those experiences were generated in this way, you'll feel like everything that happened was real."

When I looked at the bells carefully, Zhang Longban came up with a spoon in his hand. He walked to my side and carefully poured the contents of the spoon onto the bell. I could detect a special scent.

Zhang Haixing continued: "We also dare not use it casually, because we don't know what will happen with different combinations, so we use melted rosin to block it."

I knew that the operating mechanism of this kind of thing may not even be clear to them, so I wouldn't ask again, but Zhang Haixing continued to explain to me in a cocky manner: "We Zhang family have studied this thing for a long time, so we've mastered twelve uses."

"The one I just used is the least effective." She gave a smug grin. I didn't know why, but I thought her expression looked a little schadenfreude. [1]

I thought of all my previous experiences in ancient tombs, and knew that if this thing wasn't used properly, it would probably have disastrous consequences. But I didn't think what they used on me was light, because the pain of the cold and the insect bites was too vivid.