Luo Binhan stood there silently and began to look for a suitable word.
"Well," he said, "that's not what I thought."
He turned around and looked at the other side of the curtain. There is still endless mist behind him, but it never reaches behind the scenes. The clear river water flows downstream, and soon after passing through the curtain, it is quickly mixed with yellow mud. Luo Binhan didn't know what the sand was, but he smelled a pungent smell similar to sulfur. He has no doubt that these things are harmful to his body, but as Asabam said, this matter "has nothing to do with him" now.
As the actual controller of the entire team (Luo Binhan didn't want to use this word at all), Asabam performed as always. Now she has "grown" quite like the same thing: her torso from the neck down is basically normal and weighs about the same as a low wooden stool; her limbs are complete from top to bottom, but are slightly thinner and slightly different from the body. There is a mismatch; the proportions of the fingers seem to be too narrow and long, and the little finger is longer than the average person - this may be innate, Luo Binhan has never noticed it before.
Even though Asabam had developed such a physical body, she still didn't seem to be planning to get off Luo Binhan's back. When Luo Binhan turned around, he found that there was still an eye-catching laceration on her forehead, so he looked at her hands and discovered that her palms were actually filled with tiny abscesses that were very inconspicuous. Asabam cleverly hid them under the shadow of her palms, so Luo Binhan didn't notice the turbid yellow pus that kept dripping from her fingertips.
This discovery surprised him. At this time, they were far away from the golden snow globe. Although Luo Binhan still felt a dull pain in his lungs, it was much better than before. He didn't know what the skin was like under his clothes, but the lacerations on his palms and backs had not worsened, leaving only some inconspicuous red spots.
He did not think that his recovery ability was better than that of Asabam, an unknown creature that could sprout from the spine again, but this fester of unknown origin seemed to hit the dwarf star guest's weakness. Even though she had been reborn from bones to the tips of her fingers, the terrible lacerations and ulcers were still like gangrene attached to the bones, entangled with her persistently and violently. Somehow, this curse was much more dangerous to her than Luo Binhan.
Luo Binhan said nothing about this discovery. Even though they were literally in the same boat, he couldn't relate to the dwarf star either intellectually or emotionally. He hadn't forgotten that she had dug a hole in his stomach, and if that wasn't bad enough - she had actually killed a lot of people, at least on that frost-covered planet, those who had died for whatever reason. Of those who choose to sleep, many, if not all, of them will undoubtedly never wake up again. It could be said that it was done by insects, but in Luo Binhan's opinion, it was also done by Assabamu. Will Frosttail forgive someone who killed his best friend?
He thought of Frosttail, missed the thick silver wolf fur, and then thought of the unfortunate Bang Bang. He sighed heavily and stepped into the river, which was as filthy as a sewer.
The stench of the river water was pungent, not only making the skin immersed in the water sting and itch, but even the water vapor that diffused on the river surface made Luo Binhan feel uncomfortable on his cheeks. His eyes soon turned yellow, but that was not because his own visual organs were damaged, but because Garfield suffered for him. The once thin mucus covering his retinas was eroded so severely that Luo Binhan left to worry about his skin beneath the rotten water. He quickly lifted the hem of his clothes and glanced at his waist. The area had indeed begun to turn yellow and black, showing signs of festering that made him tremble.
"Go to the leaves," Asabam said.
Luo Binhan didn't know what idea she had. But soon the shadow forced him to raise his head and look at the first shallow bay at the corner of the river. Only then did he notice that the water lilies here were very different from before. They are withered and decayed from flowers to leaves, dry and scorched, wrinkled and intertwined, like fire burning on the river after falling from the sky.
Not only that, their size has also become astonishingly huge. Although the lotus flower fifty steps away from Luo Binhan is curled up due to dryness, its diameter is still close to one meter. The flowers and leaves farther away are visually larger, which seems to prove that there is some strange power in the rotten water that causes them to mutate.
Luo Binhan began to trot quickly in the water. After crossing a distance of about two hundred meters, he felt that the temperature of the river water was very high, even a little hot, and the pain in his legs had reached a level that was difficult to ignore. He quickly tugged on a nearby huge lotus leaf that could accommodate five or six adults sitting upright, and found that the rhizome at the bottom had long been rotten and soft and provided no support. He used a dagger to cut off the rotten stems, then pressed his hands against the leaves. After feeling that it was strong enough, he tentatively climbed up.
This lotus leaf has been severely withered and turned black and yellow like a scorch. The edges are black and raised, forming a natural side of the boat. When Luo Binhan sat in, it sank dangerously, but finally stabilized. Luo Binhan couldn't help but be grateful that the two passengers on the same boat were light.
He placed Assabam a little behind the lotus heart, and sat cross-legged on the front, trying to keep the balance of the leaves as much as possible, and then asked Assabam what to do. Asabam said with her unchanging attitude: "Follow the current."
"Please provide water." Luo Binhan said politely. He tapped the water in front of him with his toes. That's not to say that the water flow is really motionless at all, but the water is too gentle and slow to take such heavy lotus leaves out of the entanglement of the dead lotus bushes. They can only sink and float in place, waiting for the tide to rise or other factors to help.
Asabam sat up a little. Her hair blends into the leaf surface and extends along the meridians of the plant until it reaches the edge of the lotus leaf. Then these slender shadows spread out and became as thick as a bamboo pole, all clinging to the leaves like shadows. These thin straight strips of shadow are symmetrically distributed left and right, a total of eight, and the ends meet at the center of the lotus leaf. The leaf surface at the intersection is slightly twisted upward, forming a hemispherical kink. Luo Binhan touched it with his hand and found that the dark structure could freely twist to the left and right. And when he did this, the entire lotus leaf swayed in the water.
He let go of his hand in surprise, stretched his neck and looked out of the leaves. At this time, he discovered that the thin shadows extending to the edges of the leaves were not actually pure colors. They penetrated from the edge of the raised lotus leaves, with flat ends, like a layer of leaf-like membrane fins, extending all the way to the black and yellow river water. the following. Like eight thin legs growing out of lotus leaves. When Luo Binhan tried to twist the knot in the center of the lotus leaf, these eight slender shadow poles moved in the river at the same time, making the entire lotus leaf float.
"Is this okay?" He turned to Asabam and said, "Can you just turn into a plane?"
Asabam said, "Follow the current."
Luo Binhan had no choice but to start studying the weird knot that looked like many ropes. He tried to twist it left and right, but the lotus leaves were spinning on the water, completely useless. It wasn't until Garfield suggested that he try lifting up and down that Luo Binhan figured out how to lift the lotus leaf's eight "legs" out of the river. He practiced for a while and soon became proficient in it.
Those thin poles made of shadows, although they look weak and weak, are actually strong and sharp. Luo Binhan only had to shake the knot, and the tangled and crowded withered lotus bushes on the river broke apart and floated in confusion on the water. Their weird lotus-leaf boat easily pushed aside debris and drifted down the river. The experience was strange but interesting. Luo Binhan couldn't help but press the kink and found that it was so flexible. It could not only move forward and backward, but also move freely laterally through inclination. He tried to drive the lotus boat to the shore, but the river near both banks was extremely hot, and even sitting on the lotus leaves was unbearable. He had no choice but to keep the lotus leaf boat in the middle of the river as much as possible, and then paddle forward along the current.
The seemingly simple and exaggerated structure shows amazing convenience. Luo Binhan manipulated the kink and felt an untimely excitement. He loved rowing, a long time ago - but how long ago? A certain childhood memory suddenly flashed into his mind: One summer, for some reason that he has forgotten now - maybe it was just a temporary invitation from his father - he and Zhou Yu spent the summer vacation together in the mountains.
He could no longer remember what kind of mountain it was, he only remembered the boundless greenery and the noisy and immortal chirping of insects. There is a stream on the west side of the mountain peak, which originates from the limestone cave on the mountainside, passes through the rock gorge full of erosion marks, and finally merges into a blue lake covered with reeds. They somehow got a boat. It was a wooden sculling boat, and the paint was badly peeled off, but Luo Binhan quickly mastered how to drive it.
He and Zhou Yu once boarded the boat, passed through the rocky gorges that had been eroded in all kinds of strange ways, and finally arrived at Reed Lake in the sunset. At that time, the sun's flames were burning on the lake, glowing with magnificent neon light. Dragonflies and water flies were flying high and low, like endless billowing black smoke.
How fascinated he was by that sight. He remembered letting go of the masturbation handle and shouting excitedly, as if he had conquered the whole world. Zhou Yu was sitting on the bow of the boat, no doubt happy. But he was not as excited as Luo Binhan. He still sat quietly, holding something in his hand. That thing also flickered in the remaining flames of the setting sun, like a cold star under the black smoke.
That thing - some kind of small, bright metal product - seemed to have been held by Zhou Yu all day long. One week. Or it may have been disappearing and appearing in front of Luo Binhan's eyes throughout the summer. But he could no longer recall the original appearance of that thing.
