When the prototype of this idea appeared in Luo Binhan's mind, he had not yet figured out how to do it. This thing is undoubtedly very stupid, completely harmful and useless. Besides, since Jing Huang has no reaction to the power of the magic spark, Asabam is also very likely to be immune. And even though Jing Huang would still get angry and curse, Luo Binhan had never seen Asabam express similar emotions.
By the time he reached into his coat, he had almost figured out the whole thing: what he wanted to do was a kind of revenge on the self-absorbed, mocking the pursuit of martyrdom. But the price of ridicule was too high, and he almost became a martyr who laughed at the martyr. Why is he so serious? When he asked himself this question and couldn't answer in his heart, his momentum to fight Asabam with the Embarrassing Fairy Stick was thwarted.
The rational part of his mind climbed back onto the high ground. Before it took over the command of the operation, Luo Binhan had already grasped the cylinder containing the secret weapon at his fingertips and pulled out about one-third of its length from its original position. At this time, it had only been two seconds since the idea came to him, and even Garfield didn't have time to say a few nonsense words that upset him. The movement of his arms was extremely small, but Asabam's eyes were watching as keenly as an eagle. Luo Binhan immediately knew that he had failed. Even if he acted immediately, he would never have time to escape Asabam's control before lighting the fairy wand.
The last thing he could do before he died was to shout the truth to Asabam, asking her to understand that the Electra complex and the filial piety are both equally useless. He was not targeting her, or any other thoughts trying to conquer the contradictions. Everything they were facing now proved that the universe was not going to work.
The corpse ship shook violently.
The front end of where Luo Binhan was sitting was tilted upward. Within a second, the entire piece of dead skin became almost vertical. He pounced forward unprepared and ran into the arms of his lifelong enemy. Asabam was also sliding downwards, but she froze almost in the blink of an eye. Several shadows grabbed her and Luo Binhan's hands and feet, fixing them to the surface of the corpse ship.
The bottom of the boat was attacked by some kind of giant thing, Luo Binhan thought at first, but when he turned to look outside the boat, he realized that he was wrong. There was no giant beast in the river that attacked the ship. What attacked them was a sand dune.
A dune rose from beneath them. It was like a whale rising from the ground, swallowing up the entire river. The skin boat rose up on its side, then slid down a steep slope.
Luo Binhan on the boat stared at the bottom of the dune. He saw something like a stone beam emerging at the foot of the sunken sand dune. The stone surface that looks like an architectural structure is carved with exquisite engravings, and is covered with ditches and moss. Luo Binhan had no time to recognize the pattern on it, and the stone surface was buried deep in the sand dunes again.
The dunes collapsed like blown bubbles. The corpse boat beneath them also turned upside down and slid towards the side where Luo Binhan was sitting. In the blink of an eye, they fell into the depths of a sand pit. The walls on all sides were as high as walls, revealing a bit of gray patchy sky above. Luo Binhan ignored the scream and looked suddenly at the moment he fell into the ground. He wanted to find the beam that was buried under the sand dune, but found that there was nothing in the sand pit.
"What is this!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. But he couldn't hear his own voice either. The roar of the dunes covered everything. Then Asabam caught him and jumped towards the gray spots above his head.
A gust of wind pushed them upward. When it reached the middle section, Luo Binhan noticed that the sand dunes were closing. The gravel hit their heads like water, and even the strong wind dragging them seemed unable to do enough. He heard a rough whirring sound like a beast, like the wind gasping in pain.
They escaped from the sand pit before it disappeared. The corpse ship has become history, and all that can be seen on the ground is flowing yellow sand - Luo Binhan soon discovered that it cannot be called yellow sand. The land made of sand has no fixed color. The sky is dark and gloomy, but the ground reflects the beauty as if it were illuminated by the sun. For a second, Luo Binhan saw the vast desert with brilliant golden light. Then the sand surface bulged, and the sides turned dark red like rust. The dark red turned into deep purple, followed by countless white barren hills. The earth was more uncertain than any living thing, and the river that had brought them here had completely disappeared.
Luo Binhan looked at this scene in a daze. He vaguely recalled the scene he had seen in the river before. When soldiers in armor were walking on the bank, he had seen a huge undulating shadow in the distance. Could it be that the sand dunes are coming to swallow the river water?
The wind still dragged them, taking the two people who were on the boat to a higher place, so more scenes appeared in front of Luo Binhan.
He saw that the earth was undulating like an ocean, full of colors. The sand constantly changes its accumulation method, forming a majestic and spectacular scenery like a mountain range, but then it gently turns over, falls to the ground, and collapses into a deep valley.
In this amorphous and desolate sea of sand, not everything is cloaked in the illusion of nature. When the sand waves recede like a tide somewhere, signs of man-made artifacts occasionally emerge from underneath: an incomplete golden palace, neatly arranged stone towers, and even a complete and shining spaceship. The spaceship was as huge as an island, and its shape was radiating with spikes. If it weren't for the clear and complex metal components on its surface, as well as the entrance holes on each spike, Luo Binhan would have regarded it as some kind of terrifying monster lurking in the depths of the sand sea. But even though this spaceship is larger than the Silence, it seems to have been completely scrapped. Those strangely open spiral doors are reminiscent of the eyes of an octopus. All this implies that some unimaginable disaster once occurred on this exquisite and majestic spaceship, turning it into the lifeless appearance it is today. It should have completely disappeared from history, but somehow it reappeared here, suddenly appearing in the terrified sight of outsiders, and then being extinguished by the rolling sand dunes.
That's not drowning. Extinguish - Luo Binhan could only think of this word. When the giant ship was covered by sand and gravel, he still stared there until the sand dunes fell into a valley again. There is nothing in that valley, no giant ships or any man-made structures. All the things mixed in the gravel are like the twinkling stars above their heads. They all appear once and then go nowhere.
Luo Binhan gasped laboriously. The impermanent scene reminded him of a certain moment, in the Black Star Dream, in the dark, film-like void of the eyes, where the amorphous image once disintegrated his thinking, like high-voltage current that roasted the nerves until they were scorched and dry. His mind could no longer keep up with what he was seeing.
"How do we go?" he asked mechanically. Garfield didn't answer, not even Asabam. Then Luo Binhan understood that they had come to a place with no way to go. There is no terrain that can be described in detail, and there are no stars to anchor the position. This is a nightmare created by the universe itself.
They stood frozen in the air. The wind has not abated, but it may not ever abate. Neither the sky nor the ground can be trusted, and every direction is equally uncertain. In the hesitation, Luo Binhan even lost his hatred for Asabam. He sighed vacantly.
"Can we go back to that place full of shadows?" Luo Binhan asked.
"No," Asabam said.
"No or no?"
Luo Binhan waited for a while. Garfield and Asabam were silent, but they didn't move in any direction. He slowly turned around and looked into her silent eyes. At this time, the hazy premonition in his heart became clear.
"Is it really that important to find that wing head?" Luo Binhan said, "Why did he come to this damn place? He hung you in the sky and burned you. It seems that he is much stronger than you. He is much stronger than you, you are so My godfather has suppressed all his masters. You two combined can’t defeat your godfather, right? Then what are you afraid of?"
Asabam is not defensive. She was silent in the air, thinking about her own thoughts. Luo Binhan knew that his words were weightless, but that didn't matter anymore. Nonsense is lying to the truth, but if the reality they face is so shaky and confusing, the pretense of words is simply insignificant. He begged for something real and believable, even if it was just a truth.
"Vero," he said, "not everyone wants to stay."
The wind howled hollowly, with a certain regular rhythm swirling in it. clang clang. clang clang. Luo Binhan's eardrum was hit repeatedly. He looked around with wide eyes. What he was looking for was a line of zombie-like soldiers, but what greeted him immediately was another voice.
"Ouch!" the voice said in his head, with a little smile. It wasn't Garfield's voice, but it wasn't Luffy's either. Those short syllables were not enough for Luo Binhan to react, but immediately afterwards he was overjoyed.
"Alas, alas!" Upsilon's voice said in his head, "I didn't expect to bump into you here, Mr. Zhou Yu! Your expression is ugly. Are you arguing with the girl behind you?"
