Zhou Mingrui stepped onto a viaduct, which looked familiar.
There is still light rain falling in the sky. Perhaps because of the dream, Zhou Mingrui did not realize that all the light rain that came close to him got stuck and disappeared.
Following Zhou Mingrui's footsteps, the rain in the sky became heavier and heavier, and the sky became darker and darker.
Zhou Mingrui was not affected at all and just continued to move forward.
He didn't realize that his clothes had changed and he was wearing a loose black robe.
Suddenly, Zhou Mingrui heard a faint sobbing sound. The sound sounded like he was holding back huge pain. Although he was extremely sad, he still held it in with all his strength, trying not to cry.
Zhou Mingrui paused and looked into the distance, towards the place where the sobs came from.
It was a boy. He didn't have an umbrella, and he was soaked all over. He was standing in the pouring rain. He seemed to be freezing, and his lips were purple and trembling slightly.
Zhou Mingrui could feel that the boy seemed to be crying, and that the turbulent wave of... sadness erupted from that thin body.
Zhou Mingrui was a little panicked for a moment. He didn't know how to comfort a boy. This boy looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He should still be in middle school, right?
But it seemed that there were only him and the boy in this world. Zhou Mingrui hesitated for a moment, but still walked in the direction of the boy.
After walking in, Zhou Mingrui discovered that the boy's eyes were full of intense grief, loneliness, and a look of no hope.
"Um...are you okay? What happened?"
Zhou Mingrui spoke tentatively.
Mr. Fool, who was not awake in the dream, did not realize that what he was speaking was not Chinese, but the ancient Hermetic language of the mysterious world.
The boy didn't understand what Zhou Mingrui was saying. He just heard the sound and turned to look at Zhou Mingrui.
He saw the man in black robe shrouded in gray mist again, saw the dense illusory tentacles behind the man in black robe, saw the strange patterns on the tentacles, and saw the pair of dark eyes.
"Ah!" The boy's brain suddenly exploded again.
Zhou Mingrui's deliberately kind smile froze on his face.
Is he that scary?
Then the whole world shattered.
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Chu Zihang sat up from the bed sweating profusely. He panted slightly and looked out the window at the dark night.
It rained lightly again this night.
No wonder he dreamed about that rainy night again.
Chu Zihang lay on the bed again, lying flat in the darkness, with his hands folded on his chest, staring at the enamel chandelier on the roof.
My mother's slight snoring came from next door. My mother was already sleeping deeply, and she had already drank milk tonight.
Chu Zihang was memorizing his diary. His diary was not written on paper or in an electronic document, but in his brain.
There are many scenes in it, passing frame by frame. Some are of him riding on the man's neck and shouting "drive, drive, drive!"; some are of the only valuable toy the man bought him, a set of rail trains; and there is that
A man describes himself as the most exciting scene in his life, with his legs spread apart and holding a god-killing or god-killing sword...
Every night before going to bed, Chu Zihang would think about it, recalling every detail until he was sure that he had not forgotten anything.
Masashi Toyama, a teacher at "Introduction to Brain Science," said that human memory is very unreliable, like a broken hard drive that is easily degaussed.
Things in the past are like paintings drawn on the sand. As time goes by, the sand is blown away by the wind, the memory is blurred, and finally it becomes a vast blur that can no longer be distinguished.
Masashi Toyama said that this is actually the self-protection function of human beings. Imagine that you can remember every detail of the past and never forget it. Then the most sad, painful, and sorrowful scenes in your life will continue to torture you, and you will always...
You can't get out of the bad state of the past.
But Chu Zihang didn't want to forget, because he was the only one in the world who still remembered that man. If he also forgot, it would be as if that man never existed at all.
That man said that if one day he dies, there will be only one thing in this world that can prove his existence, and that is Chu Zihang with half of his blood.
"Dad, it's raining again." Chu Zihang said softly after recalling the last scene.
But after recalling everything, Chu Zihang still didn't fall asleep. After looking directly at the indescribable existence just now, his spirit was still a little dazed, and his head still hurt vaguely.
Chu Zihang didn't know what he saw that day, but he started to look at that person.
From time to time he could hear maddening gibbering, sometimes in words he didn't understand. Sometimes it was in Chinese.
Chu Zihang vaguely remembered the Chinese part, which seemed to be something like "Fusheng...Tianzun" or something like that.
But there was one word that impressed him deeply - "hometown".
When he thought of this, Chu Zihang became slightly irritable. The terrifying emotion, as deep and huge as the ocean, directly enveloped him. Although he didn't understand what happened, he was forced to bear the sadness of a part of the great being.
Feelings.
It's like this every time.
As time passed, when Chu Zihang thought of or heard this word, he would feel a sad feeling of wandering and loneliness from the bottom of his heart.
That is a much stronger emotion than the self-pity and self-sorrow of a mixed race.
Chu Zihang didn't understand what was going on, but he could still vaguely sense that it came from that great being.
It was impossible for Chu Zihang to forget that rainy night. He still remembered that after that great being appeared, Odin disappeared in an instant, much like running away.
Chu Zihang clenched his fists.
He wanted to find that mysterious being in black robes. Even though that mysterious being was filled with weird feelings. Compared with the glorious and majestic Odin, that being was like an evil god.
But,
With the current Chu Zihang, it is almost impossible to find Odin and his father.
He must seek help from that mysterious existence, just like he once took the initiative to seek help from Kassel Academy.
He needs strength!
Chu Zihang tried to recite intermittently some of the things he had gleaned from the mysterious patterns on those tentacles.
"Does not belong to...the era...the fool..."
"...gray mist...master..."
"...King in charge of..."
He found that as long as he listened hard to the babble and peered into the mysterious patterns, he could gain certain knowledge and some languages he did not yet know.
He could feel that these languages had the same mysterious power as the dragon language of the dragon clan.
It should be soon.
Chu Zihang could sense intuitively that by reciting the complete words, he seemed to be able to connect with that mysterious existence.
Even if that mysterious existence is really a terrifying evil god.
In order to find Odin, Chu Zihang didn't care.
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Zhou Mingrui got up from his nest in a trance and a little depressed.
He thought of the dream he had just had and was still very speechless.
He obviously looked friendly, but why did the little boy scream when he saw him?
He acted like he was some kind of bad guy.
never mind,
It's just a dream anyway.
Weiwei 007 hid in a corner of Zhou Mingrui's body with some sadness, looking at the prayer light spot in front of him.
Although this prayer light spot is intermittent and very weak.
But is it connected or not?
It seems that the main body established a connection with this praying person as soon as he came to this world. The main body seemed to have planned to take this person as a favored one before.
never mind,
Lets see.
If the praying person can pronounce the name of the original body completely in Hermes language, then he will be pulled to the branch of Origin Castle.
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The world of the Dragon Clan has no origin, and the underlying logic of the world is not chaotic. There is no extraordinary power either.
So nothing would happen to Chu Zihang when he looked directly at the Fool, nor would he lose control. He would just have a headache.