He jumped up from the grass and ran two steps towards the starry sky. Then his thoughts started to work, thinking about how weird this thing was. is it possible? A few seconds ago, he was still thinking about Zhou Yu, and then a galaxy not knowing how many light-years away - or maybe something else - called his name in Zhou Yu's tone.
That couldn't be Zhou Yu. It can never be the real Zhou Yu. So he stopped and rubbed his eyes vigorously. When he looked at the starry sky again, the melted colors finally turned back into twinkling stars. But the strip of light was still there, dancing clearly and gently.
"Luo Binhan." It called again, more clearly than before. Luo Binhan couldn't lie to himself that it was an inner fantasy, or that it came from a certain patch of grass nearby. That sound came from the starry sky outside the sky, the black color in the starry sky.
Feeling incomprehensible horror, he immediately returned to find Momolo. But when he turned around, he could not see his traveling companion there. There was only a gray and old stone statue where Momolo lay not long ago.
Luo Binhan stood stiffly on the spot, and it wasn't until more than ten seconds that his hands and feet regained their strength. He rushed towards the cold and bright grass and slapped the stone statue on top.
"Old Mo, Old Mo!" he growled urgently, "Don't sleep! Get up quickly!"
Momolo didn't respond. The shape of the stone statue does not belong to a human being, but a miniature version of the silver stone giant. Its insect-like protruding eyes no longer emit light, and its smooth face does not have anything resembling a bridge of nose or nostrils. Only the corners of its mouth that look like they were carved out by a knife are slightly curved with a smile. In the past, Luo Binhan felt that the expression was very similar to Momoluo's human expression, but now he only felt strong strangeness and fear. The stone statue seemed like some kind of ornament that should be placed in a tomb, exuding an aura of ominousness and death.
His knuckles began to ache from banging on the stone statue, and the rough surface even wore away at his flesh. And when he felt some small particles sliding down the surface of the stone statue, he no longer dared to touch it with excessive force. He had no choice but to put his palms on the chest of the stone statue, trying to feel the heartbeat, blood flow, light fluctuations or other things. But he only felt the coldness of an inorganic substance.
Luo Binhan called the other party's name again, but still no one answered. He knelt down stiffly beside the stone statue, his lungs seemed to be filled with the choking cold smoke of Lihai City's late winter morning, making him a little breathless.
"Luo Binhan." The starry sky behind him whispered.
He took a few deep breaths and moved his fingers and knuckles in the protective suit. "Okay," he said, then mustered up the courage to look behind him.
The fluorescent grass swayed in the wind, like some kind of creature lurking inside, but when you looked closely, there was nothing there. Above the dancing grass, the galaxy-like band of light still undulated, bright and colorful light flowing across the bottomless dark surface.
"Luo Binhan." it said, "Come here."
Luo Binhan took out a gun and a machete from the inside of his coat. He first pointed his gun at the nebula and shot several times with almost no hope. The result was no different from what he expected - what bullet can hit something light years away?
Nebula continued to call him, her voice getting louder and louder. He tried to cover his ears not to listen, but the call still penetrated his ears through the cracks in his bones. Zhou Yu was calling his name, her voice full of pain and suffocation. He felt that the sound came through the grass, soil and coffin.
"What do you want to do?" he shouted.
Nebula stubbornly let him pass. During that process, Luo Binhan uncontrollably thought that he could indeed get through it - as long as he returned to the sub-cabin aircraft, found the light speed flight function that might exist, and then headed in that direction. And if that didn't work, he could still go to the Silence and ask ∈ to sail the ship toward that nebula, so as to find out what the darkness behind its weird brilliance was.
This idea only lingered in his mind for a few seconds. He let go of the handle of the gun, and the muzzle of the gun hit his foot, making him suddenly realize how absurd and terrifying his idea just now was. He immediately dragged Momolo, who had turned into a stone statue, towards the sub-cabin aircraft, but the stone statue sank beyond his imagination. He felt like he was dragging a whole train. Then he heard the sound of some kind of rock cracking, which made his heart almost jump out of his throat.
Luo Binhan turned around. He clearly saw that the legs of the stone statue that were dragging on the ground were cracked. Stone chips scattered across the downed grass, forming a faint gray trail. The sight forced him to place the statue carefully on the ground.
He felt dizzy, but strangely his vision was clearer than ever. He could see a drop of water on the tip of the grass hundreds of meters away, as well as tiny floating objects in the air. That detailed sense of reality helped him calm down.
This couldn't be true, was the first thing that came to his mind. How could Momolo suddenly turn into a stone statue? He didn't believe that his traveling companion who was the embodiment of sunshine could be easily killed by something, and even if it existed, there was absolutely no reason for that thing to let him live.
This is a trap. The conclusion is obvious. Whether Momolo had been tricked, or whether he was simply in some kind of madness, the truth was certainly not what he saw. Could it be that he was in some kind of hallucination? But before everything happened, Momolo was lying next to him. They were only an arm's length apart at most. If he suddenly shoots at the stars like a madman and keeps beating the air and calling Momolo's name, it is obviously impossible for Momolo to ignore him. Then why didn't Momolo wake him up? The Yongguang Clan will obviously cure him as quickly as possible, or fight him back to the Silence and let Jing Huang and Yaleriga handle the matter.
Luo Binhan closed his eyes where he was, waiting amidst the repetition of hope and despair. He hoped that the next second he would hear Momoluo's call in his mind, or that he would be kicked to the ground by Jing Huang falling from the sky. But the only thing left for him was the endless calling of the weird nebula. The sound had already penetrated his mind, making him believe that even if he pierced his eardrums, he would not be able to get rid of it. He tried standing on his head, running, jumping, scratching his skin, and finally even suffocated for sixty seconds, but none of them could subvert the reality in front of him. He picked up his gun, but after all he didn't have the courage to shoot himself in the foot.
He began to consider other possibilities.
Assuming that this was not an eternal hallucination but a nightmare - a nightmare, the word gave him other ideas. He shouted the young master's name loudly, trying to prove that this might be a joke played on him by the black cat out of boredom.
"Don't think I won't recognize you if you pretend to be gas!" Luo Binhan said to the nebula in the sky.
Nebula didn't answer. It still called him with Zhou Yu's light and painful voice. There was more detail in the voice now. He could clearly hear that there was foreign matter and blood mixed in her throat, and her tongue might have begun to rot. She had been dead for a long time in an unknown place, and he and Zhou Yu could not even find her body. The sound almost drove him to a nervous breakdown of shame.
This is not like the black cat's dream. He had to admit this again. All these scenes are too vicious, and the black cat's dreams are always dead and deserted, and there is not even a living creature that can speak. If this was a dream, then other demons must be playing tricks on him. But he couldn't fall here and collapse inexplicably like this.
He found two balls of grass clippings to plug his ears, then stumbled away from the stone statue and walked towards the sub-cabin aircraft. The nebula grew noisier as he threw himself inside. Zhou Yu's voice began to get louder, almost sternly asking him to save her immediately.
"Shut up," he said, biting his tongue. Then he used his last strength to give the command to return home.
