Luo Binhan stood in the water for a while, waiting for Garfield or Asabam to speak. He knew that these two dangerous men had far more experience in facing strange phenomena than he did, so there was no need for him to endure this torture.
He waited until Garfield began to hum some lullaby-like melody in his head.
Luo Binhan cleared his throat extremely loudly. "Okay!" he said loudly, looking around quickly. There was wet mist on the river, but it was much better than the shadow world he had walked through. He could see quite far, and the water in the river was so clear that any danger was clearly visible. And apart from those white water lilies, he didn't find any other suspicious creatures.
Maybe it shouldn't be said so absolutely. But when Luo Binhan looked into the distance of the river mist, watching the veil unfolding like it was hanging upside down from the sky, he thought that there was nothing more suspicious than this in the world.
"Can you see that?" he asked.
Asabam showed no response. Garfield said: "Yes. Very clear...what an amazing view."
"Okay then." Luo Binhan said calmly, "I'm starting to get fucking scared."
"We should go look there."
This proposal was firmly opposed by Luo Binhan. He had no reservations in believing that what lay ahead was a huge trap - it was not some fairyland entrance, or some magic curtain casually discarded on the river. Can such a coincidence exist in the world? Not long ago, Garfield had told him a story about the underworld and the three curtains - and, of course, water lilies, these suspicious water lilies - and now all these elements appeared before his eyes. Even his bad luck couldn't do such a thing, it must be some kind of deliberate trap.
His first suspect is, of course, Garfield. The other party repeatedly assured him that the matter had nothing to do with Luo Binhan's brain cells or optic nerve signals. As for Asabam, Luo Binhan also felt that she would not tease him with such an illusion, and it would be a waste of effort. Now he couldn't find a suitable suspect, and he couldn't blame the dragon or the cat. He had to examine every water lily in the vicinity with suspicious eyes.
"Let's go," Asabam said as he tortured the third flower with his eyes.
Luo Binhan turned around happily and walked against the current along the way he came. He had just taken two or three steps when the mechanical slave controller made him turn 180 degrees and strode towards the direction of the curtain.
"What are you doing?" he asked Asabam loudly.
"Follow the current," Asabam said. She seems to think that this sentence is enough to explain everything in the universe. Luo Binhan could only comfort himself, because Husky would never grieve for his master.
Follow the current. He moved forward in the river covered with green leaves and water lilies. The river mist was different from the shadow mist he had seen before. It was milky white in color and fragrant. It seems dense, but in reality it is very transparent. Luo Binhan walked for more than ten minutes, still looking far away from the curtain.
He felt very depressed, even more miserable than when he faced the gray wind. Fortunately, Garfield was very willing to talk to him. It speaks again of the kingdom of eternal sleep. There is no labor, no aging, no pain, everything is shrouded in eternal haziness. Luo Binhan wanted to know where he heard this statement.
"This is a widely circulated theory," Garfield replied. "There are so many versions that it is difficult for me to determine its origin."
It asked Luo Binhan to share his experiences about "after death". Of course Luo Binhan didn't experience it personally, but he didn't know anything about folklore. He described to Garfield the underworld, the judges who managed the dead and the ghosts with animal heads; he also talked about a hell full of lakes of sulfur and fire, with no peace forever. And even though he thought it had nothing to do with him, he also mentioned heaven and heaven in passing.
Surprisingly Garfield is interested in heaven. It repeatedly asked Luo Binhan for details. Is it in the sky, an alien planet, or some imaginary place? Is it full of clouds and light? Or a rich and fertile paradise? Orchard or reed field? Salt pond or candy river?
Luo Binhan couldn't answer in such detail. Before meeting Jing Huang, he was far from the age to ponder the destiny of his soul. Besides, since Zhou Yu is a loyal materialist, they probably don't need to consider running to the sky - he means spiritually - to stay in a place higher than the earthly world forever.
"I have always found this idea interesting," Garfield said. "Death is not treated equally, but the place is determined based on the crime in your mouth. Of course, there must be a set of standards to determine what a crime is and what kind of death it is." The last is good...that usually means the presence of a great one."
The wording was called "Luo Binhan". Suddenly he remembered the last thing he saw in the world of shadow and mist. A corrupt giant who knows no life or death. Its sinister expression and strange gaze. Luo Binhan only glanced at it, but felt that he would never be able to get rid of that creepy feeling for the rest of his life.
"What is that?" he asked Garfield, "that thing standing in the fog?"
"Some eternal things." Garfield replied like a sigh. "It is not the action that determines the place, but the place that determines the action. I don't think they will ever appear in the place we just discussed. They are the same and cannot be transformed. Towards them What you don’t want to be…eternal death, I’ve heard people describe it this way.”
Luo Binhan was not satisfied with this answer. He just wanted to know what that thing was. Race, or blood, is a name that can be used to refer to it.
"Jin Enga." Asabam said.
Her interruption was so sudden that Luo Binhan almost thought it was just a meaningless rant. But then he thought about what a stone statue with movable joints that lacked lubricants, and that every word she spoke might wear out her soul.
"What the hell?" he turned around and asked.
"Jinenga Titans." Asabam repeated, "That's what you call them."
Luo Binhan suddenly remembered this word. He looked at Asabam's side face in astonishment and noticed that her cheeks were much plumper than before. She was obviously getting better, but she was still pale and her skin was as cold as a water lily petal.
"I heard they are invisible to the human eye," he said, turning his eyes away.
"You're in the shortcut."
"You don't want to explain it seriously, do you?" Luo Binhan said a little annoyed. But he soon stopped bashing Asabam. The river mist was as thin as gauze, and the curtain hanging from the sky was just a hundred meters away.
Luo Binhan walked over with the anger in his stomach, bravely stretched out his left hand, and touched the strange curtain with the finger conjured by Asabam. He felt that the fabric was light and rough, like a huge cicada wing. But it is not transparent at all, but sparkles with dew-like crystal light. Luo Binhan couldn't see the scene on the other side through it, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to see it.
The curtain swayed at his fingertips as if blown by the breeze. It didn't bring any harm to Luo Binhan, but it made him feel inexplicably scared. He would rather go back to the dark cave than linger on the cold and foggy Lotus River. When he thought this way, the anger accumulated in his heart was extinguished, and he couldn't help but retract his fingers. But that is meaningless after all, because his destiny is not controlled by himself. Wherever the water flows, that is where he will go.
He was not going to wait for Asabam to command him, but was going to take the initiative to step behind this shimmering curtain. Then he heard a voice coming from behind the curtain. A sighing, hoarse female voice.
"Villoo." The voice murmured in a low voice, as close as if it was right in front of Luo Binhan's face.
Luo Binhan suddenly opened the curtain.
