Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2389: Night in Changxia Mountain (Part 2)

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He even had trouble recalling details.

Although Fushiro was precocious, he was only a child who had just turned twelve years old; and he was a child who had never faced any violent impact before that night.

He stood alone at the corner of the dark staircase; almost at the same time he remembered that the door was unlocked, the living room downstairs was suddenly broken through by a loud bang - now that he thought about it, it was obviously a kick from an ordinary person, but it was As if with the most tyrannical force, the sound waves and air currents aroused filled the entire room, shocking his memory to the point of being shaken and blurry.

The mother's scream, the aunt's cry, the sharp sound of the chair being dragged on the floor, the door slamming against the wall... Fusiro froze on the stairs, like a person who didn't know how to swim. Looking up, he found a huge wave rising in front of his eyes, obscuring his vision.

A huge wave formed by the turbulence of countless sounds.

"What are you doing!" The mother seemed to be trying to control the situation: "Calm down and say what you have to say-"

Before she finished her words, she was interrupted by a scream from her aunt; the muffled sound of bodies colliding, the shock of furniture being overturned to the ground, her aunt's cry of pain, her mother's repeated hoarse shouts... For a moment, the mixture turned into a ball of boiling water, which could not suppress the roar of a rough voice: "Let you run! Run again!"

Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, Fu Xiro vaguely knew what was happening downstairs.

He felt like he needed to go downstairs; he, a kid who just turned twelve today, needed to somehow figure out a way to stop this from happening - because there was no one else here except him.

But his hands were cold and his legs were weak. He walked a few steps down the stairs, and was almost stunned by a sudden loud crash - a wooden chair flew out from behind the stairs. It fell heavily to the ground, the chair legs twisted and splattered with dark red wood chips.

As my uncle uttered extremely unpleasant curse words, my mother shouted: "Sister Chunyi, come here quickly!"

Fu Xiluo stabilized his heartbeat, quickly walked down a few steps, squatted down, and quickly looked at the living room downstairs.

He just happened to see his mother - a mother who had been sitting in the office and lacked exercise. Her movements were neither fast nor powerful. Her figure was like a soft and awkward cloth bag. She staggered towards the aunt in front of her and dragged her opened.

My uncle, who was tall and strong, looked like a dark shadow that could not be illuminated by the light, standing a few steps away from my aunt, with a wooden chair with a broken leg between them.

"We are all relatives,"

After catching my aunt, my mother seemed to feel a little more relieved and said hurriedly: "As a family, what can't you say? Don't hit her. If you have anything to say..."

My aunt seemed to be like Fusiro, unsteady on her feet and covering her head with one hand, as if she could only cry hoarsely.

My uncle only said: "Get out of here!"

"No!" the mother said angrily, "I can't hit anyone for anything, I can't-"

Before she could finish her sentence, her uncle suddenly bent down and picked up the broken chair. He lifted the wooden chair into the air with one hand, rushed up unexpectedly, and swung it towards the two of them - Fusiro trembled and closed his eyes involuntarily.

In that brief moment of darkness, he heard the sound of heavy objects hitting bones and flesh for the first time, and realized for the first time that when a person is in extreme pain, the scream that cannot be uttered will become A gurgling sound in the throat and chest.

Opening his eyes, the two back figures that could be seen from the stairs disappeared.

When he came to his senses, Fusiro found himself stumbling down the stairs, shouting: "Mom!"

When he landed, his mother rolled up from the ground and struggled to get up - behind her, her aunt's upper body was submerged in the fragments of the chair, motionless.

The blow just now seemed to have hit her mother. Half of her head and face were already covered with a waterfall of blood, and one eye could not be opened.

"Go back to the house!" Mother screamed angrily, "Don't come over here!"

Fuxi Rakshasa stopped and looked up, just in time to see his uncle who turned towards him.

Is it his uncle who is staring at him?

The human face is distorted and bright red, deformed, and misplaced, but it is still possible to recognize the familiar appearance from the past.

He slowly took a step back and said in a trembling voice: "I, I know...I'll go back right now..."

My uncle has no interest in him.

Thinking about it now, my uncle had probably made up his mind that night, with only one purpose, simple and clear. He and his mother were just one more person who suddenly had to deal with the chores along the way.

My aunt groaned from under the wooden chair; her voice was like a string, drawing my uncle's gaze back.

Fusiro seized the opportunity and immediately took steps forward. Instead of going upstairs, he rushed towards the center of the messy living room; he had noticed it when he was on the stairs just now, and there was someone lying there who had fallen down at some point. , mother’s cell phone.

He picked up the phone and clicked it several times, only to find that it was locked and he didn't know the password.

"Go back quickly," my mother hissed, "Today is your birthday!"

Fu Xiluo looked back and his eyes met his mother's from afar.

It turns out the password is his birthday.

It’s a pity that it’s useless to know.

Just because he raised his head and glanced at his mother, he also saw his uncle behind her: the tall, dark figure had just grabbed a cracked, stubbled chair back with both hands and pointed it at his aunt. The mother seemed to realize something, turned around, and screamed, "Don't hit her."

"Then I'll beat you to death first," the shadow said.

The next second, the back of the chair hit my mother **** the head.

Fu Xiro forgot to go back to the house and call the police.

He only remembered that he rushed forward and reached out to pull his mother out. He didn't know where he had dropped his cell phone.

The vision was broken into many swaying fragments: the mother fell limply to the ground, a big hand waved, her head was tightly grasped, the oncoming staircase wall...

Fusiro briefly lost consciousness.

He didn't know how he woke up; when he woke up, his forehead was being torn with sharp pain, and his face was stained with the wet, cold, and sticky smell of blood. He was dizzy, nauseous and unable to form a complete thought.

As he drifted into unconsciousness, someone was half dragging and half hugging him towards the door of the wooden house. The bumps under his feet impacted his brain, which seemed to have been turned into pieces, making him even more uncomfortable.

The man shouted again and again: "Xiao Luo, wake up... Xiao Luo..."

It's the mother.

He snorted softly from between his nose.

"Are you awake?" My mother gasped and said with difficulty, "We're leaving right away. It's okay. Don't look back..."

After hearing this, Fu Xiluo turned his head with difficulty and glanced back.

They had just left the wooden house, and the door was open, revealing half of the messy hall. A dark figure held something in its hand and was thrusting it into the body of another person on the ground. The sound of puff, puff came out faintly and followed them into the night.

"Don't look, you must not look, she is fine," his mother suddenly pushed away his face, pleading in a tone he had never heard before: "The child must not look. You can go. ? Let’s go quickly..."

"Car..."

"When he hit me, he dropped the key," his mother dragged him and said, "I can't find it..."

It’s impossible to find it again.

The two walked through the silent car under the night; the mother sobbed.

Fushiro followed her mother staggeringly and dizzy, but on the unfamiliar mountain road with dim street lights, they didn't know which direction they were going.

Blood was dripping on the road behind the two of them. In the Black Mountain, which was covered by a heavy winter quilt, it seemed that there were no other tourists except them.

Maybe the mother thought she was walking in the direction of other camping houses; maybe the mother wanted to go down the mountain, Fusiro didn't know, and now she can no longer confirm it.

Because she didn't go anywhere in the end.

While trudging in the groggy darkness, Fushiro heard the sound of a car engine being started somewhere far behind him. At a certain moment, he heard the sound of a car engine starting.

When she heard the sound of the engine, her mother stopped and looked back at the dim mountain.

She grabbed Fusiro's hand tightly, quickened her pace, and plunged into the bushes on the roadside, dragging him along step by step.

"I really didn't expect it," she said tremblingly, "if only mom would listen to you..."

Fu Xiro looked at her blankly. The hair on the back of her head was stuck together with blood, and in the darkness, it was like a black hole had opened.

"It would be nice if I went to the theme park..." she said intermittently, "If I listened to you... nothing would happen..."

Fu Xiluo wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

He was only twelve years old and already recognized the world's unique dry sense of humor. He hoped that his mother would realize that she should have listened to his wishes - but not in this way.

The car drove out from the darkness behind, its voice was low, and it was protected by the night. It was unknown, but it was getting closer and closer.

When the snow-white light of car headlights suddenly lit up on the mountain road above them, the two of them raised their heads at the same time. In the short time it passed by, they recognized their familiar car.

"He may want to run away," the mother said in a panic, as if to comfort herself: "This way, come quickly."

Of course they can't keep walking on the mountain road. Mother must have realized that the car will catch up sooner or later.

When Fushiro was pulled and dragged through countless bushes and branches that cut and hit him, and finally walked into a clearing, he looked up in a daze, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.

What suddenly stretched out in front of his eyes was the dark lake with swaying waves under the night sky.

I don’t know when they came to the lake.

Dark mountain forests surround the dark lake, sinking deep into the night. Without the sounds of people and mundane traders during the day, the mountain lake became far-reaching and vast, as if another world had opened its eyes at night and was looking at him coldly.

"There might be someone at the boat rental place," my mother said as if talking to herself, her voice very distant. "How is your head? Can you speak?"

The sound of the car coming to a stop on the other side of the woods behind him, and the sound of the engine going off. The bright light of the car's headlights grazed the edge of the woods, vaguely illuminating the shadows of the branches.

Someone opened the car door; gasps, chaotic curses, and footsteps dragging heavy objects through the woods... were coming rustlingly in the direction of the two of them.

My mother suddenly pushed Fu Xiro on the shoulder.

"Go hide under the dock," she said.

Fu Xiluo did not move. "What about you?"

"I'm going to find another place to hide," my mother, anxious and anxious, frowned and scolded: "Come on, why are you dazed? Are you trying to kill me?"

On this side of the lake, there is only a long pier that stretches straight into the lake. To get to the place where you can rent a boat, you have to walk a long way around the lake.

Fu Xiro tried to clarify his thoughts amidst the dizziness; the person chasing behind him was almost out of the woods. "Where are you going to hide..."

"Let's go!" Mother suddenly shouted, her face dark and angry, as if what she just said was that she didn't want to go to cello lessons. "Fu Xilao, can you listen to me for once!"

Fu Xiluo was stunned and took a step outside involuntarily.

"Turn around," the mother said, "I won't ask you to come back, and you are not allowed to look back. Do you understand?"

Fu Xiluo said "hmm" with a heavy nasal tone. He turned around and walked towards the dock step by step with all the strength he could muster, staggering.

"Ronaldo,"

My mother's voice became softer. Immediately behind her voice came a series of curses from her uncle, who was laughing, angry, and mumbling.

"...I lied to you about something."

As if she knew what he was going to do, her mother promptly ordered: "Don't look back, keep walking!"

As the world was spinning, Fu Xiluo's feet gave way and he fell on the grass by the lake. He still didn't look back and persisted, crawling forward on his hands and feet.

“Didn’t I tell you that there is no other world above this world?”

My mother's voice is a bit strange, Fusiro thought vaguely.

It was difficult to pick up several words, and it was difficult to speak, as if her breath was not smooth and her breathing was interrupted. The confusing heavy muffled sounds and the salivating, seemingly insane swear words became the distant background of the mother's voice.

"That's what I lied to you. I used to love it very much. Once, I discovered... There is a book written about true things. At special times at night, the sky... the sky will become different. But , most people can’t see it.”

Fu Xilao couldn’t climb anymore. The blood was flowing down continuously, as if the strength was also flowing away.

He fell on the grass with a "gudong" sound, turned over, and faced the starry sky. The blood covered his eyes and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Most people can't see it, but you can... Ronaldinho, look carefully, there really is another, bigger world above the world. I lied to you... because I don't want my children to be abandoned. Get off me and go to a...more wonderful place. Don't look back, I'm already hiding. Just keep walking and look at the sky..."

Fu Xiro raised his hand and wiped away the blood in front of his eyes. The night sky spread before his eyes, it turned out to be so close; at some point, the night sky lit up with stars, vast and gentle.

"What did you see?"

...Is it my mother's voice?

Fu Xilao doesn’t know. Besides her, who else?

It seemed like a long time had passed since his mother ordered him to move forward, so long that he even thought that he might no longer be able to hear his mother's voice.

However, he did hear the voice, asking softly and distantly: "What kind of sky did you see? Tell me... I also want to see the world in your eyes."

...Okay.

Fu Xiro stared at the starry sky above his head without blinking; he knew that something was about to happen.

Because tonight is that special moment when the world opens up.

When Fu Xiro realized that the stars in the night sky were gradually connected together, cutting a bright, dazzling, and curved crack in the curtain-like night, he could no longer hold back his surprise, like He laughed like a child.

What his mother has been hiding from him is about to begin.

In his dazzled state, the night sky was slowly breaking apart, splitting into large chunks of solid darkness; from the cracks in the night sky that gradually opened and widened, Fusiro saw it.

…another world above this world.

He saw several figures as huge as gods, leaping towards the blue sea shining with diamond light; they stepped on the long wind, whistled in the clouds, and laughed in the distance. A strange-looking snow-white bird flashed through the crack, like a sudden flash of lightning, making the world tremble in the white light.

In the depths of the black lake not far away, the huge scaly body of some kind of creature faintly rolled over and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

From a crack in the sky, half of a girl's face suddenly appeared, as big as half a lake.

Her blood-ruby eyes looked down at Fusila, and turned her head away without any hesitation. The distant sky and sea revealed when she left were lined with countless strange buildings of varying heights; a half-curved huge white moon, like a bracket, half-enclosed the city in the sky.

Fushiro has never been so satisfied.

In the world above the world, laughter, wind, the whiteness of bird feathers, eyes like blood rubies, the sunset sliding from the city in the sky... all turned into powder, mist, and soft light, and together they emerged from the darkness of the night. In the cracks, it fell in clusters, scattered in this world, like a random, uneven rain.

Fu Xiluo finally recovered from the stunned joy. He turned his eyes and found that he was immersed in mist-like light; the wonderful substances falling from the sky were sprinkled on the entire land, but only on him, they gathered the thickest, most, and brightest, almost like It is to support him and let him float into the sky.

...It's like an invitation from another world, as if they know Fusiro doesn't belong here.

"Have you ever thought about it,"

As an adult, Fu Xiluo's voice sounded slowly again, gathering up from behind her like mist. "Where do evolutionary abilities, special items, and the apocalyptic world itself... all come from?"

Lin Sanjiu was startled and suddenly realized his existence again.

The night by the lake froze; before she knew it, she was kneeling and sitting on the grass.

Near the lake, there is a boy lying on the grass looking up at the stars; near the woods, there is a silent and motionless woman, her face sinking into the darkness.

"...That night, he seemed to let me go, maybe because I was just a child."

Fu Xiro said almost gently: "Shortly after that night, my originally peaceful home world suddenly encountered the end of the world... There was no sign. It was said to be a small creature floating from the universe. That world was destroyed very randomly."

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the young boy's mansion Siro by the lake - the cracks in the night he saw and the fog he touched were still frozen in front of his eyes and had not yet been removed.

"After the end of the world, I thought for a while, was this the 'world above the world' I had been looking for? But I soon discovered... In the few apocalyptic worlds I have walked through, there is no such thing at all. Someone who can match my abilities. Even if I was only a teenager at the time."

Fu Xiluo said in a low voice, "Tell me, why? Am I exceptionally talented? Am I particularly lucky?"

He raised his arm from Lin Sanjiu's side and pointed at his teenage self by the lake.

"Because of that."

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the young man Fu Xiluo in the mist, already knowing what he was going to say next.

"When the crack first appeared, I was lying there. The wonderful matter falling from the 'world above the world', and therefore the greatest amount of it gathered on me... so I became the apocalypse The highest and strongest power in the world.

"Wherever those powders, mist, and soft lights fall, a doomsday world will begin to appear, copies will be produced, and special items will be produced."

Fu Xiluo, who was behind him, sighed hoarsely, lowered his head, and rested his chin on Lin Sanjiu's shoulder.

"When it falls on a person, it becomes potential value and evolutionary ability. However, mother is right, most people can't see it... I wonder if mother has seen it?"

Is it true? Lin Sanjiu didn't know.

When Fu Xiluo was twelve years old, he encountered drastic changes, suffered a head injury, and became mentally disturbed... The most important thing is that Fu Xiluo's mother's words were not meant to tell him that there was about to be another world. opened.

"In other words, if there is no 'world above the world', then there will be no doomsday world. Those materials come from the most wonderful places, and they transform this boring world."

Fu Xiro's tone, until this moment, still had a forced indifference.

"Without it...whether it is your hometown or the Karma Museum, it will just be one boring, step-by-step, narrow and boring place. Because of those wonderful materials, I am full of joy in the doomsday world. A few years of novel exploration...but only a few years."

"...Fu Xiluo?" Lin Sanjiu called out in a trembling voice.

"Xiaojiu," he leaned on her shoulder, his bones and skin touching each other warmly ~IndoMTL.com~ and murmured, "Let me go to the world above the universe... Okay ?"

I tried my best, I wrote all night, but now my neck is almost broken, I feel sleepy and tired, and I feel a little nauseous. Lately I have been going to bed after dawn every day, which is so uncomfortable.

1. Super long chapter! I thought about cutting it in the middle and dividing it into two chapters, but I felt that if I didn’t read it in one go, the impact would be less and it would be broken inexplicably, so I gritted my teeth and continued writing.

2. Did it convey the world in my mind? I may have to take a nap before reading again, but I tried my best anyway.

3. Whether you believe in the theory of the origin of the doomsday world or not, Fushiro believes it anyway.

4. The death of Fu’s aunt’s mother can be seen a hundred miles away, because it was hinted at when writing, but I wonder if anyone has guessed how it is connected to the main plot?

5. In fact, one third of the trump card has not been played out, and we will play it in the next chapter.

(End of this chapter)

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