A rain of blood stained the ground.
His lost vision was restored as the rain spread, and he saw that the world had become unrecognizable. Where the blood stream flows, the earth reveals a deep red texture, like a rough muscle section.
The blood and soil formed and twisted in the rain, convulsed like lesions, and finally raised ugly and deformed peaks like tumors. The full moons in the sky gnaw at each other, spinning and deforming out of control while tearing apart. The three-color glow continues to lengthen, filling the sky like countless fishing lines.
The colors of the stars and moon are mixed into a mass of filth, like a vortex of lines hanging upside down above the world. Deep in the crazy and chaotic landscape, a shadow larger than the planet is ready to move.
In this nightmarish and chaotic world, the owner of the black gloves is playing the piano and singing.
He sat opposite Luo Binhan and raised his right leg wearing black leather boots to support the base of the strange piano. The crystal pick moved among the strings without making any sound.
The piano player sang along with the playing, but Luo Binhan only felt that his ears were filled with some kind of hollow and loud howl of the wind. His vision has been completely invaded by foreign objects, and his mind has been driven into a frenzy by the whirlpool of the sky. Only his hearing is numb, as if there are just two useless flesh holes on both sides of his head.
He knew it was because of "disability."
There is no "function" that can replace hearing in this world, so it is impossible to hear inhuman sounds. Just looking at the world, he seemed to understand many things naturally.
"That's your luck." said the man playing the piano. He put down his harp and stood up from the living-hide stool. The stool whined, and then he kicked it down gently.
The meat boat they were on began to scream. A huge head that had been cut open in the middle. The tissue inside the skull had been hollowed out, leaving only the shell held up by burnt-pointed wooden stakes.
The human-headed ship rocked beneath their feet, and the remaining half of the mouth split open, turning into a portal leading to a land of blood and rain.
The guest reached out to Luo Binhan and invited him to spend the nightmare together.
"Go now," he said. "Tonight you will have a twin fire. Someone paid your bill."
His body was completely involuntary, and Luo Binhan could only nod in agreement. The black gloves fell on his face and easily removed his eyes.
The violinist held his eyeballs on his left palm, and then stepped out of the human-headed boat. The ship door is still roaring tirelessly.
"Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!"
It thundered its accusations in the rain of blood.
"Ninwil Narenshef Archolex! Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!"
The fiddler passed through the mouth of the boat, then turned back suddenly and pressed his hand lightly on its lips.
"Hush, shush!" He whispered affectionately, "Stop it, Tujiwa, we still have a long time to get along."
A row of bone needles drilled out from under the lips of the human head, with slender purple nerves threaded at the ends. The needle tip went back and forth between the upper and lower lips, tightly sewing the roaring mouth of the boat.
The piano player wandered in the silent rain, his steps as light as a solo dance. Thin threads hang down from the chaotic sky, woven into muddy rope chairs.
He ascended the throne of the turbid rope and ascended to the whirlpool in the sky.
The hilly ground spread out in sight. The piano player breaks a thin string and draws it downwards. The muscle layer of the earth's core is cut from both sides, revealing the inner carcass.
Like a corpse's womb cut open, a gelatinous black baby cries loudly inside. A fire dragon circled around it, causing its skin to become black and dry, peeling off every inch.
"It did a good job," the piano player said into Luo Binhan's eyes, "but it doesn't have to be like this. Tonight belongs to you."
He pulled down the turbid Tensilk and swung it towards the fire dragon. Silk threads wrapped around the light-heated spiritual body, dragging it toward the swirling sky.
The fire dragon struggled and swung in the air. Every time it breaks a thread, its body becomes stained with a bit of turbid color. When seeing this scene, Luo Binhan began to roll his eyes.
The violinist had a leisurely attitude and shook his head at the eyes on his palm.
"That won't hurt him," he said. "Let us say goodbye to our guest first."
He put his right hand under his coat and took out a scimitar with a dark blue blade. He recited the spell that Luo Binhan knew from his mouth, and the blade burned with blue fire.
The black lambskin gloves melted in the fire, revealing the white and rotten dead hands inside. He gently threw down the scimitar and threw it towards the restless and crying fetus.
Blue fire grows in the rain. Every drop of blood rain is like a burning ointment, coating the body of the black fetus. When the blade fell into the fetus, the womb made of blood and mud was instantly filled with fire oil, turning into a rancid and boiling furnace.
The pianist pulled up a strand of Tencel and wound it into a ball of string. He sang softly to the baby's cries, as softly as a lullaby.
"I will return you to your father." He told the furnace of flesh and blood as he wound the thread. "He always used stars to light the fire. I like the idea. Now I borrow his fire to make a bowl of soup. This is what we are waiting for." The guest’s way.”
He threw the two wrapped silk balls back into the air, like two dirty stars dotted on both sides of the rope base. Then the violinist stood up and left his seat, stepping on the dark rope steps towards the increasingly decaying ground.
The sky vortex rotated sluggishly, and the turbid light fell in front of his feet, pointing all the way to the mountains in the distance. The piano player climbed down the steps, raised his arm forward at the same time, and stretched out the palm of his left hand.
Luo Binhan's eyes rolled freely on his palms. He could see the turbid sky and the rain stains penetrating the surface of the gloves.
"Look over there." Qin Xiu said with tenderness, "Look at her. What a lovely girl, she still looks almost like she was when she was a child. At that time, I looked at her like my own daughter, that beautiful girl who will always be eighteen years old. I'd rather she stayed in the mountains, went west, or stayed on her island. If she didn't give her rope to another mortal, she would remain young forever. And now? They can't even look down on a sixteen Years old adolescent kid - it made me rethink my wrong decision."
He walked down the heavenly steps and came to the end of the land of flesh and blood. A complete mountain range stretches across the rain, covered with flowers and trees.
The blood rain floated on the treetops, gathering into a hazy red mist, soaked with the fragrance of peach and plum, but the roots of the trees were still dry and refreshing, with no sign of getting wet. The soil where the trees take root is dark and loose, mixed with young grass shoots, and looks fertile and natural.
With the mountain range as the boundary, the forest and the outside are clearly separated, just like two worlds spliced together.
Luo Binhan rolled his eyes on his black lambskin gloves and saw the unclean twin stars hanging in the sky. Between the twin stars, silk threads were woven like a spider's web, entwining the fire dragon that once burrowed into the ground.
The piano player raised his left palm in front of his face. The edge of his hood was embroidered with a snake-shaped pattern in silver thread, revealing half of his pale face under the shadow of the fabric.
The half-exposed face made Luo Binhan feel a little familiar. But then the other person smiled, completely diluting his sense of familiarity with that facial contour.
"It's time to go see the boy now." The fiddler whispered into his eyes. "Someone has paid the bill, and I will take care of everything here - for now, but you really think it's better to go to the outside world." Can the problem be solved? I sincerely suggest that you go back, but not now. Someone is busy at the moment. When the time is right, the boy must return to a place that can protect him. As for you, since we have such an indirect friendship, I Let me give you a little tip: you are very close to that boy. For you, fire will be easier than ice crystals, and anger will be easier than coldness. If you have to do it, at least use the way you are good at. Don't think about it. Who do you want to imitate?"
The fire dragon trapped in the air roared furiously. The piano player raised his fingers casually, and the vortex in the sky spun faster, tightening the threads surrounding the fire dragon. The dark silk cocoon completely sealed it, and no sound was made.
He retracted his fingers and stepped into the flower forest with rain stains all over his body. The fragrant and wet mist followed him closely, filling the dry forest.
