sinovels Chapter 92 One point of consonance must lead to darkness
Chapter 92 One point of consonance must lead to darkness
This is the first unknown number of years that Little Lingguang has been wandering in the world.
He watched the baby grow into an old man in his twilight years, and then he closed his eyes, died peacefully, and turned into a pile of loess under the thick old tree, guarding the young people who followed him to grow up.
He thought that this was his life's mission.
Until one day, when he was wandering in the village as usual, he overheard the conversation of a family next door.
The man from that family was scolding: "I have been trapped in such a crappy place all my life, and let no one live!"
The woman comforted him in a low voice, but the man was still hesitant, and continued: "Shut up. Staying in such a place, besides doing my father's and grandpa's work, what else can you do."
Little Lingguang drifted in unsteadily, and as soon as he appeared, the man stopped talking, and the two masters greeted him kindly.
For thousands of years, he has existed here like a guardian spirit—although the real guardian spirit is the giant dragon, but the giant dragon is lazy and does not show up easily, and the people here worship him as a god.
The man asked the woman to cook more delicious food for him.Xiao Lingguang only eats the essence of the sun and the moon, and has no interest in human dishes, but he has been in the world for so many years, and he is always entertained in this way. proper habit.
After turning around, he pretended that he had inhaled the aroma of the food, swayed in front of the man twice, saw the happy smile on the man's face, and drifted away satisfied.
This was just a small episode in his long life. He spent two days playing outside, and he couldn't even remember the face of the hostess who cooked good meals.
It was also when he returned from playing that he heard the cry of a family at the entrance of the village.
He was startled and very curious, so he quickly opened the window and floated in to have a look.
The two owners of that family were sitting together, holding a baby in their arms and weeping.
He squeezed in between the two of them and floated above the baby's head, but his glance was terrified.
The child looked like a baby, but the hair on his body was all white, and his eyebrows were sparse and invisible.
The two hosts, who were still in pain, didn't notice him. The host hugged his crying wife and sleeping child, and said in pain: "We can't stay anymore. The village chief has set a deadline. If we return after three days If there is no action, this child will bring heaven's punishment to the village."
The woman cried: "Where is the punishment from heaven! If there is punishment from heaven, please punish me! I beg God, let our children go!"
The woman finally fainted from crying, and the man laid her flat on the bed, while he sat under the window and meditated.
With tears in his eyes, he opened the window, wiped his face lightly from time to time, and looked up out of the window.
There were a few white clouds in the blue sky, which were so heavy that the sunlight could not pass through them to the small village.
After a while, the sleeping child woke up and started crying.Afraid of waking the woman up, the man hurried over to pick up the child and gently rocked it.
Coaxing and coaxing, a drop of salty tears fell on the child's immature face, the baby stopped crying because of this, and stared blankly at the tears falling from the man's eyes one after another.
He stretched out his small hand and touched the side of the man's face.The man froze and couldn't hold it any longer. He pressed his forehead tightly against the young son's cheek, and tried his best to suppress the crying in his throat.
Heartbreakingly depressing.
Xiao Lingguang didn't understand emotions, he had always looked carefree, but seeing such a scene unfolding in front of his eyes, he felt a burst of sadness like never before.
Even about to shed tears with the man.
But he was just a flash of light after all. To him, such things as crying were nothing short of fantasy. He could only watch helplessly as the man put the baby back in the cradle. next to the small cradle.
He clasped his hands in front of his chest, as if he was praying, but also as if he was asking for someone's forgiveness.
After all, the child was punished by the villagers and buried directly in a thick mass of loess.
Even when he was buried, he was still crying loudly.
The woman is crazy, and the man is reduced to a drunkard who drinks all day long.When he went back half a month later, the woman was hugging the pillow at home, humming nursery rhymes to lull the child to sleep.The man was holding an empty wine bowl, lying on his back on the table, smiling silly at the ceiling.
Since then, the world has changed.The laughter and laughter were gradually suppressed by complaints, and the joy and harmony gradually turned into various quarrels.
Suddenly one day, he suddenly discovered that this peaceful and quiet small village began to breed terrifying resentment and malice.
First of all, many young people who like novelty and love adventure, carrying strange and weird guys, vowed to go outside to make a fortune, and it didn't take long for them all to return with disgrace and disgrace.
They complained that this place was too weird, no matter how they walked, they couldn't get out, they could only walk in circles within a radius of hundreds of miles.
Then there were many newlywed couples, holding their newborn sons and weeping bitterly, crying that the child who had just fallen to the ground was suffering from a strange disease that was condemned by God.
They blamed the child for being condemned by God, and blamed themselves for giving birth to such an unknown baby, and then sent the child into the soil with their own hands.
I don't know since when, burying the youngest son seems to have become a customary habit here.
Finally, there are some old people, because there are fewer and fewer offspring, they have to work hard with their aging bodies, and live in incomparable resentment every day.
Little Lingguang began to give up wandering among humans.He hid in the place where the Lord God used to be his favorite place, but sadly found that the once verdant fairyland with birds singing, flowers, fragrant grasses and trees has become a wasteland with only a few dead trees.
Not only the vegetation, but even his body was deteriorating under the increasingly rampant grievances, the original milky white aura became fainter, and he could no longer see his own reflection on the lake.
Little Lingguang was terrified, he didn't dare to go out, he didn't dare to face the hideous faces of the villagers, and he didn't dare to see the fairyland on earth left by the Lord God become like this.
It finally reached the point where almost all the villagers suffered from various congenital diseases. The people in this village could no longer sit still and decided to use all means to carve out a way out from here.
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Lu Qianchuan recovered from the huge shock, a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, he blinked, and Mo Chenyuan's anxious and worried face was reflected in his eyes.
The heart vibrated violently in the chest, Lu Qianchuan took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."
Mo Chenyuan reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Although he couldn't hear his voice, he could know what he said through his movements and mouth shape.
The hand that wiped the sweat moved down slightly, and moved to Lu Qianchuan's cheek, caressing gently.
The temperature from the palm relieved the stiffness of the face, Lu Qianchuan smiled at him, his heartbeat calmed down bit by bit, and the body felt warm again.
All the things in his previous life were like a mirror image to him, and even when he dreamed back at midnight, he hardly ever dreamed about the things in his previous life.Just now, when he suddenly saw his familiar face, the shock in his heart almost overflowed his head.
Mo Chenyuan only thought that he was unwell, and asked in his mind with spiritual power: "Where is the discomfort?"
Lu Qianchuan couldn't explain to him, and said vaguely: "It's really fine, don't worry."
Mo Chenyuan heard the clear voice in his head, but there was a suspicious expression on his face.
But Lu Qianchuan didn't want to say it, so he didn't ask carefully, but leaned slightly, pressed a kiss on Lu Qianchuan's forehead, and replied, "I'm here."
Lu Qianchuan's heart warmed up, his whole heart turned into a puddle of soft water, and he took the initiative to hug him back.
At that moment, Lu, who had been single for decades, seemed to hear an unusual sound, as if a corner of his heart suddenly collapsed, and something terrible shone into his heart.
The two lingered in the yellow sand for a long time, when an abrupt voice suddenly sounded from below: "Brother Qianchuan! Brother Shen Yuan! Are you there?"
Mo Chenyuan tightened his arms around Lu Qianchuan, and a small vein popped out of his forehead.The gentle eyes instantly turned murderous, and he stared at the source of the voice as if he was going to eat people.
Hearing Chengming's call, Lu Qianchuan didn't dare to delay, quickly pulled away Mo Chenyuan's arm, walked over there, and shouted down: "Brother Ming!"
Chengming carried Hua Wenyue on his shoulders, and he was obviously relieved when he saw him: "It's fine."
He jumped a few times, jumped directly to the top of the mountain, and asked first: "Where is Brother Shen Yuan?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he also saw Mo Chenyuan standing behind Lu Qianchuan, who was looking like a murderous Shura ghost.
Chengming: "..."
Why did he feel that this murderous intent was directed at him?
He looked at Lu Qianchuan suspiciously, and his eyes signaled that Mo Chenyuan was not in the right state. Lu Qianchuan turned his head and glanced at a certain junior who was not emotionally stable, and said haha: "Uncle Hua, this is..."
Chengming said: "I sensed the deep-seated resentment down below, and I fainted without holding on."
Lu Qianchuan sincerely sympathized with this uncle who is too empathetic.
He asked again: "Where is Heiyun?"
Chengming put down Hua Wenyue, his body froze, and he touched his nose embarrassingly: "I didn't notice, he... broke up."
Lu Qianchuan was surprised: "It's gone?"
Chengming didn't know how to describe it, so he stretched out his hand and gestured in great difficulty: "I saw him spread out in all directions, his body became smaller and smaller, and finally... disappeared."
The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and his expression became extremely depressed.Lu Qianchuan's breath stagnated in his chest, and he didn't know how to answer, so he could only pat him on the shoulder wordlessly.
For the proud of heaven like them, the saddest thing in the world is powerlessness and helplessness.
Mo Chenyuan walked forward with his hands behind his back, and stood right in front of Lu Qianchuan, separating the distance between him and Chengming, and calmly said: "That thing is not an ordinary thing, it should not die."
Chengming was taken aback: "How do you know?"
Mo Chenyuan said: "Just now we saw two people who are suspected to be the God of Creation here. If I guessed right, the black cloud should have something to do with them."
As he was speaking, the still picture behind him burst into a light yellow light, and the two people who looked exactly the same gradually disappeared, and a group of ordinary people with ordinary faces appeared on the picture.
Chengming was amazed: "This is?"
Lu Qianchuan said: "It may be the picture printed when the formation was founded."
As soon as he finished speaking, the screen began to flash again. The group of villagers each held different weapons. In front of them was a huge blue barrier.The barrier swept across the sky, like an eggshell, tightly covering everything here, not allowing anyone to escape without permission.
A group of small, colorless objects faintly rose from the ground, and stopped in front of them, trembling: "You...you can't go out, if you get out of here, you will be greeted by an even more tormenting hell."