This is really a bizarre answer. Logically speaking, a child's memory shouldn't be too bad, but he seemed to have been thinking hard for so long, but he only came up with this sentence.
"It's been a long time..." He murmured, "It's been too long."
The soft and gender-ambiguous tone revealed a strange sophistication, and it was not a deliberate gesture. The little boy himself seemed to be troubled, but he had no intention of asking for help, probably because he had given up hope.
"So is this the cursed ghost village that the old man said?" Ye Lingyu asked her friend in a low voice, with mottled light flowing continuously from her face, "In the end, we are still here..."
Zhongli Hanshang did not answer her for the time being. He looked at the little boy and asked without fear: "So you are trapped here too? How long have you been here? I guess you have also forgotten."
This does not need to be a terrifyingly long number. Some special illusions, even if you spend a long enough time in them, are actually just a matter of a moment, like a dream; some illusions, you
After just a few hours in it, it may have been ten or hundreds of years before returning to the world, just like the story of the Dragon Palace. Those powerful magic circles are enough to distort people's perception of time and space, creating a world comparable to the Six Paths.
Intertwined twisted realms.
Sure enough, the child just shook his head and said he didn't remember.
"You are not the first people to come here...there are many before you. Some people left quickly, and some people did not escape and became part of this place. It's just that no one has been here for too long."
According to what he said, it's no wonder that when he saw them, his reaction was so dull. If he was trapped somewhere at the beginning, he would have been extremely excited to see a living person as if he was grasping a life-saving straw.
But he was probably disappointed too many times, so he was indifferent to the appearance of these intruders.
"Tell us, boy, what happens here?"
Xie Zhe tried his best to soften his attitude and make himself appear more friendly, so that the child would not be under so much pressure. But his worries were probably unnecessary. The child always looked like he was at a loss but had given up the struggle.
; Or maybe it’s the expression of no longer having hope after resisting too many times and always ending in failure. What it is, they probably don’t know, they just feel like there is a shallow layer of water, and they can only
Seeing his face without waves. The top is filled with air, while the bottom is suffocating.
"'I' will kill everyone. One by one, in the cleanest way." He said calmly.
"ha?"
It’s hard to believe that these words came from a teenage boy. But looking at him, it didn’t look like he was lying, let alone joking. Han Chang pointed to the direction of the door and asked:
"It's chaos outside, but you're here."
"There's another me out there."
"Another you?"
"Well... I used to stand there, constantly waving the knife, constantly cutting off everything I could see. But those were not living people, but some vegetation, obstacles that kept blocking my way.
Things. I just want to go home, to a place I am familiar with... But I don’t recognize the roads in the village at all, and there is no way I recognize them.
Someone who knows me has appeared. Branches, vines, thorns, I cut them off, one by one. The green juice splashed out, a little sticky. When the sun rises, they will evaporate, and everything in the way will also evaporate.
They all disappeared. I stood at home - I had gone back, but there was still no one - no one."
As he spoke, he pointed in a direction through the wall. Perhaps it was where the child was standing before they came.
Han Chang pulled them aside, the three of them lowered their voices and had a small meeting.
"Do you believe what this guy says?"
Xie Zhe nodded slightly: "I tend to trust him. He is a child, a human child."
"It's normal for children of this age to like fantasy, right?" Ling Huan thought. "Maybe he just misunderstood what he imagined and what happened in reality. An adult will go crazy if he is greatly stimulated.
What’s more, he’s a child. He tries his best to find ways to understand things he can’t understand... This is normal, right?”
"What Ms. Ye said is absolutely true. In addition, some spells can affect people's spirits, so..."
They reached a certain consensus. Xie Zhe turned his head and looked at the child again. He was still standing by the kang, looking at the shadows with claws and teeth outside the window. He was motionless, and the noise that kept pouring into his ears seemed to be incessant.
Existence is the same.
"Child, what you just said was...'the past', right?" Han Chang seemed to have remembered something and asked, "What about now? Since you are safely hiding here, why is the hallucination still not over?"
"...I think I realized that all this was an illusion." He stretched out his hands, looked at his real palms and backs for no apparent reason, and murmured, "Every day - every day the same thing happens.
things, day after day, until I really wake up
.The fact I discovered is that I can never escape from this nightmare. I left 'me', and I saw 'me'...like a madman, constantly killing people in the village.
.They should all be people who get along with me day and night. I
I can't remember clearly anymore. I only remember that the knife was very red, as if it was stained with blood, and it never showed its white color for a moment. I don't know why I want to kill, I want to kill everyone here. Male and female.
No one, old or young, was spared, even the animals
Animals are not immune... Why? What do I want to do? I can't stop, maybe I have to figure it all out. These words... It shouldn't be the first time I have said them. I always say them again and again.
Over and over again, repeating the same meaningless thing."
The little boy spoke very slowly, and occasionally paused, maybe because he was imagining something in his mind, or maybe something suddenly happened. He worked hard to organize his words and express everything he could think of.
He may have really not spoken for a long time. Sometimes he loses his voice while talking, but his mouth is still moving. They can guess a rough idea based on the context. Rather than telling them, he is more like
Unconsciously reviewing myself and remembering things that have been forgotten in vain.
"Um...what's your name? Do you remember it?" Ling Huan tried to ask, "We might be able to help you."
"Hey, actually I don't have much confidence." Han Zhang shouted in a very small voice, "In my opinion, it is best to run away after dawn. There is no benefit in wasting time here."
Xie Zhe glared at him fiercely. What he disliked the most was the indifferent attitude of the monsters. Of course, what did human suffering mean to the monsters? He had no idea about the truth of all this.
Don't care that much.
"Since you only care about yourself, you can leave." He said coldly, "It's enough for me to stay."
"Tsk, where's Miss Ye? Don't worry, she's there?"
Before Xie Zhe could reply, he noticed that Ye Lingquan was already standing beside the boy again. Regarding the question of the name, he once again fell into confusion. It took him a long time to say such a sentence.
"It seems like no one has ever asked me my name. So I...can't remember it very well."
"How could you forget your name?"
Ling Huan felt incredible. She thought that this kind of thing could only happen to Liudao Impermanence. She looked at the two people over there who were arguing inexplicably. They also shook their heads, with an expression of "You ask me, I ask who?"
"Everyone is more concerned about...how to get out. No one cares who I am."
"How could it be? I care." Ling Huan comforted him, "Names are very important. What can you think of? The last time someone called you that or talked to you, they should have called you something.
Right? We can’t always be like us, one child at a time..."
She tried hard to guide him. The other two people actually knew that Ye Lingyu was under a lot of pressure. Naturally, she couldn't ignore the killing outside the door, but at the moment, she tried to focus all her attention on this child.
.He is indeed lovable. It would be better if he was not in such a bad environment.
"Um...I - uh, I, I want to..."
The little boy's expression seemed to be in some pain, which he had never seen before. He closed his eyes and closed them tightly, as if he was trying to find a rusty needle in vain in the ocean of memory. It was very small and colorless.
, as if melting into this sea.
Suddenly, he discovered something.
"maple……"
"maple?"
"...Feng." The boy opened his eyes, his expression almost desperate, "I can only remember this one word. This doesn't seem to be the beginning or the end, and I don't know if it is my name."
"Okay, Feng - okay." Ling Huan touched his soft hair and continued to comfort him, "It doesn't matter. It's Feng, right? Let's write it down first. No matter whether it is your name or not, no matter what it is.
What is it? Since you still remember it, then it is very important, right? Since it is very important, you should remember it more clearly."
The boy, Feng, nodded. Ye Linghua was more patient than she thought. In fact, now she knew that besides being patient and calm, what else could she do? She had quite a few years.
A young cousin, she has always been good at coaxing children. However, Xie Zhe doesn't seem to be very optimistic about this little skill of hers.
"Be careful." He reminded her, hoping that she would remember that this guy was the most abnormal part of the whole abnormality.
"Wait a minute!" Han Chang suddenly stepped forward with a solemn expression, "Xiao-Feng, keep thinking. Even if you just wrap around this word, try to think more. You can do it, for yourself,
For this village..."
Xie Zhe frowned and looked at him, with a question consisting of the four words "What are you doing" written on his face. Han Chang said softly that he felt that Ling Huan's method was effective. Even if he was an evil ghost, he didn't mean to use
The most vicious method is to eradicate it. Another kind of softness, as gentle as spring breeze and rain, is an effective weapon.
"I... think about it." Feng said softly, "I'm trying to think..."
The screams outside the window were getting closer. Xie Zhe's eyes kept moving between the window and the boy's face. He had a very bad premonition, and what was even worse was that his premonitions were always frighteningly accurate.
