The idea of seeing Black Star Lufu again has been in Luo Binhan's mind for some time. That sounded very dangerous at first, but when Luo Binhan thought about it carefully, he found that he was actually very safe. He is not the unlucky Finlatan. Even if external forces cannot intervene, Lufu cannot exist forever in his mind. The only thing he has to do is forget about that nightmare time when it's all over.
But he did mind something. The vague warning in Upsilon's message and the strange creature he saw at the end of his nightmare last time were both lingering in his mind. He never doubted Upsilon's strength, but his message made people feel that he had no chance of winning - he couldn't feel guilty, so what did that mean? What did Upsilon do wrong?
Only one person—a star, I should say—may be able to give him the answer. In fact, Luo Binhan thought it had already reminded him. Luft might be able to know what Asabam was wearing from his head at some point, but he would never be able to fabricate a Dwarf Star guest that he didn't know about. If the black star's behavior had any purpose, it was to get him to step into the dream again. It knew what he was interested in, and it knew that image would attract him again.
He believed that image was what Upsilon was chasing. And if that thing could allow Upsilon to leave a warning specifically, it would most likely be dangerous to Jing Huang or Momoluo.
Luo Binhan told Yaleriga all his conjectures. Not every one of them was approved by Yaleriga, but she did not object to Luo Binhan's request for action.
"You need to tell the captain," she said.
That's not even "getting the captain's approval." Luo Binhan glanced at her, grabbed the puppet and left alone. As he walked down the corridor, he briefly remembered what had just happened, and then became confused. Why did Yaleriga say those words? Is she testing him? Want to guide him? Or was that just a prank based on the nature of the succubus? After they had known each other for so long, and after he almost thought he had grasped Yaleriga's temper, he once again felt that she was so unpredictable.
These thoughts all ended when he was still on the final stretch of distance from the bridge room. He doesn't want to think about Yaleriga now, nor his hometown or his father. What matters now is finding Upsilon.
He put the tumbler down at the corner of the aisle in advance to prevent it from successfully finding Jing Huang's head, and then entered the bridge room alone, where he found that the only person in the room was Jing Huang, who was sleeping alone on a chair. Neither Momolo nor Bang Bang were present. The timing is right. He quickly walked over and told Jing Huang what he thought, without saying a single unnecessary word in the whole process. That had nothing to do with Jing Huang's reaction, he was just still angry about Yaleriga.
Jing Huang was still lying on the chair, eyes closed as if sleeping. But Luo Binhan knew that he didn't.
"...That thing has plenty of ways to deal with you, you know that, right?"
"It also has to consider whether I am willing to go next time." Luo Binhan said, "What it is interested in is not me, but the thing that Farke made in my head, right? As long as that thing is not dug out by it , it won’t really do anything to me.”
Jing Huang finally opened his eyes. He frowned unhappily and glanced at Luo Binhan from the corner of his eye.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm fucking asking about Brother Mo."
Jing Huang's eyes moved a little closer to him. He said: "Do you know where the 'realm of humans and gods' is?"
"What the hell is that?"
"...What is the decisive boundary that distinguishes mortals from gods? If we follow Wuyuan's theory, it is the original function line that determines the total number of lives. In their theory, there are only original functions that have not been damaged by the outside world. Only then can it be judged as an act of personal will. On the contrary, any curve involving the change of fate will be considered as abnormal and not part of life - in other words, the law class is not life at all, but just a 'phenomenon' .As for things that would break that line..."
Luo Binhan stared at the floor boredly. He heard Jing Huang say: "Extreme luck itself destroys the closed line. The more it exceeds the normal scale, the greater the possibility of contamination with other foreign objects. If you don't know how to grasp the proportion, you will regret it later. It’s too late.”
"What will happen?" Luo Binhan said, "Am I dead?"
"You can't go back. Whether it's death, life, or even eternal death. As long as you cross that boundary, you can't go back to Lihai City. If you think it doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want. alright."
Luo Binhan suddenly stopped talking. His angry indifference to life quickly disappeared. He sat down and thought silently for a while, then said, "We still have to find that star."
"up to you."
"But it can always read my thoughts." Luo Binhan complained, "This is so fucking no privacy. Didn't you treat it?"
Jing Huang undoubtedly wanted to refuse at first. His head had turned halfway, but Luo Binhan's keen eyes noticed that he paused.
"...remember the "Bu Tian Ge" and "Lianshan Ge" I asked you to memorize before? If you don't want it to know too many of your memories, just keep memorizing that one in your head."
"Does that work?"
"The devil knows. Just try it yourself."
Luo Binhan has somewhat forgotten the study time that once made him trance-like, but fortunately he did not throw away the original notes. Jing Huang was reluctantly lifted up from his chair and followed him to the room to find the original exercise book. When they finally found the exercise book under the echo flower pot presented by Lan Que, Luo Binhan even found the annotations written by Lan Que on it. He flipped through the exercise book several times with some nostalgia, feeling that he was fully prepared. At this time, Jing Huang was already lying on his bed and entering a new round of sleep. Luo Binhan picked him up again and asked him to find a suitable place for the Silence to land.
Except for Monday, which Luo Binhan rarely saw during this period, Momolo became the last person among the members of the Silence to know about this operation. This inevitably led to a dazzling tug of war between Luo Binhan and him, until Jing Huang skillfully kicked them down on an orange-red beach with excessive iron content.
Luo Binhan stared at the sky amid Momolo's spirited shouts, looking around for the dark star. At this moment, a vague doubt flashed through his mind: Where is that star? If the Silence had been moving forward, they would have left Luffy far behind.
"Hey, that can't be good?" said Momolo next to him. "There are holes everywhere here. I can drill wherever I want."
Luo Binhan looked sideways and was not surprised to see a stone statue like Momolo lying next to him.
It grinned at him, the cracked stone cracks in its mouth filled with flesh and canine teeth. When it laughed too exaggeratedly, the pieces of raw meat that seemed to have been forced into it were squeezed out by the rocks.
Luo Binhan watched this scene calmly. When the other person wanted to get closer, he rushed over, held the other person's hand, and wished it and the ashes of its kind to burn freely in the universe.
"You are very proud, mortal." Lufu said with a pout.
"Yeah, I'm living a comfortable life." Luo Binhan said as he let go of the other person's hand and took out a gun from his coat. He first shot at the stone statue's head, and then was hit in the chest by the stone statue's fist. He heard his ribs snap, but of course that wasn't real. Momolo and Jing Huang were both staring at him at the moment, and it was impossible for anyone to touch him in reality.
He lay on the charred iron beach. The sand that fell into his mouth had the bitter taste of burnt plants, and then became extremely hot, burning the skin and flesh on the inside of his mouth. As he tried to spit the grains of sand out of his mouth along with the rotten flesh, the statue of Momolo stood up unsteadily.
"Wow!" said Luv, "Don't get so angry, mortal! We just haven't been able to play for a while!"
It kicked Luo Binhan in the stomach a few more times, making Luo Binhan completely unable to move. Then it sat down on Luo Binhan and crushed his broken ribs.
"Feeling uncomfortable?" It pulled off a piece of skin from Luo Binhan's shoulder, put it into its mouth and chewed it, "Try to think of something happy?"
Luo Binhan was too lazy to look at it. In the confusion, he realized that this was what the other party wanted - to expose as many of his thoughts as possible - so he began to think about "Bu Tian Ge" in his mind. He silently recited the phonetic notes written by Jing Huang and recalled every comment written by Lan Que. He didn't expect it to be of much use, but Lufu jumped up from him.
"Hey, don't think dirty things!" it protested, "How do you know this? How can you see this? You filthy little flesh bag... Oh, I know. That red brat Told you, right? That’s where he comes from!”
Luo Binhan felt a real anger from its reaction. He slowly got up and found that his stomach had deformed into a terrible state, as if it would break in two at any time. He couldn't stand up anymore, so he could only sit on the ground with his legs spread out and said: "Are you done going crazy? I'm waiting to do something. Remember the winged head you turned into when we separated last time? How dare I be interested in it now? I really want to know everything you know about him, and I hope you won’t be disrespectful.”
The stone statue shook its head with an earthquake-like frequency, and debris flew in all directions, one of which almost smashed Luo Binhan's eyeball. It made a sharp roar in the wild trembling, which was both like laughter and roar.
"Are you threatening me?" it said, "threatening me threatening me threatening me? Good, good, good, good, good -"
"Can you be more mature?" Luo Binhan said with boredom, "Are you made of fucking baby brains mixed with dog shit? I'm not here to provide you with free hospice care. If you're of no use to me, then You will never catch that devil this way again. The next time we meet, it will be in front of your true form, and I will peel you apart bit by bit. Can you stop it? Have you grown legs? Now I Fuck your whole family, do whatever you want, do you understand?"
The next second his stomach was stepped on. The wing-headed monster dressed in Dwarfstar costume appeared in front of him. It stretched out six white wings from its collar, fluttering in the dark red and sticky night. Inlaid among the feathers are numerous pairs of eyes, large and small, as golden and flawless as the full moon. Luo Binhan wiped the blood from his mouth and stared at the other person intently, trying to write down every detail of it.
The wing-headed monster's sleeves hang down, revealing slender soft limbs like willows, and its lower body is also composed of dozens of the same soft limbs. Now most of them are stuck in Luo Binhan's exploded belly, greedily eating his internal organs and flesh.
"Sinner," it said in an accordion-like voice.
Luo Binhan reached out and grabbed one of its legs, but soon let go weakly. He looked up at it standing upright, its feathers swaying in the wind, and felt an awe-inspiring and solemn beauty. How could this happen? He thought confusedly that this was a monster.
He heard the baby cry again.
Like the first ray of dawn, a golden light slowly extended out of the dirty night. It spreads and rotates above the head of the wing-headed monster, forming countless lines and geometric shapes. It is like a Möbius strip strung together by snowflake crystals, or like a time-lapse starry sky that has been overlapped and rotated thousands of times. photography.
Luo Binhan fell to the ground and watched. He no longer felt pain and his breathing had almost stopped. The brilliant image in the sky filled his eyes, and it took him a long time to realize that the monster was touching his face.
It was kneeling on his chest, the soft limbs on its feet were eating him alive, while the parts protruding from the cuffs were solemnly rubbing his head and face, wiping away blood and sweat. It was done without any contempt, just as solemnly as a baptism. Luo Binhan coughed a few times and struggled to kick it away.
The golden light in the sky depicts thousands of flowers, wheels, and phenomena. They were spinning in Luo Binhan's eyes, surrounding the dwarf star guest with a six-winged head. His lower body had been completely swallowed by the soft limbs. He and the monster seemed to merge into one.
The center of the vortex dropped from the sky and covered his eyes. The light from top to bottom is as brilliant as the stairs leading to heaven. However, when Luo Binhan soberly looked at the light that was brighter than dawn for the last time, he felt that he saw a huge conch glowing from the gap in his distracted vision.
A conch that only a siren can play, with a burning soul inside. As the strong wind passed through it, the remorseful cries of thousands of sinners came from the top of the spiral. He was washed over and suffered by the sound over and over again, and was lost in the distant thunder.
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