Lin Qiye raised his head and looked at where Chen Yangrong was pointing. He could see nothing except the dark stomach wall.
"There is nothing there." Lin Qiye shook his head.
"Just because you can't see it now doesn't mean that 'they' don't exist." Chen Yangrong's gaze seemed to penetrate the boundless void, and there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, "'They' have always been in a place where everyone can only look up. It's just that
No one noticed...
‘They’ are looking from afar, ‘they’ are waiting, ‘they’ will eventually return.”
…
"You mean, there's something on the moon?"
On the coast of the fishing village, An Qingyu frowned when he heard Chen Gou's words.
Chen Gou nodded, "I have been repeating this dream since my father died. Every time I woke up from the dream, it was in the middle of the night. My bed was right next to the window, so when I opened my eyes, the first
All you can see at a glance is the moon..."
"What do you see?"
"Eye." Chen Gou's eyes showed fear, "There is a huge eye on the surface of the moon, and it is looking at me."
"There are eyes on the moon?"
An Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the sky again. The surface of the looming moon shadow was blurry, and nothing could be seen at all.
"I know it sounds ridiculous, but I saw it."
"Then what? Can you still see it now?"
"No, every time I see that eye, a golden light flashes on the moon, and then the eye disappears and everything returns to normal."
The golden light on the moon?
When An Qingyu heard this description, a ray of thought passed through his mind like electricity. He seemed to have grasped something key, but also seemed to have grasped nothing...
Just when he was about to calm down and think, a series of noisy sounds came from the village behind him, as if someone was screaming and cursing.
Chen Gou was startled and looked back at the village. He saw that a fire had been lit in the corner of the village and thick smoke was rising.
"What happened?!"
Chen Gou saw a villager running over in a hurry, so he quickly grabbed him and asked.
"Widow Wang in the west of the village stabbed her pregnant Yaomei with a knife!" the villager said eagerly.
"What?" Chen Gou's eyes widened in disbelief, "Isn't the relationship between their two families always very good?"
"I don't know! Six times, all of them were stabbed in the stomach! While stabbing, he was still muttering crazily: 'Your child...my child'. It was as if he was possessed. Both men couldn't pull him.
live!"
Chen Gou stood there blankly, seemingly unable to understand all this.
"I'll tell you more when I get back. I'm going to the next village to find a barefoot doctor. I don't know if Yaomei can be saved or not..."
The villagers sighed, quickened their pace, and ran quickly towards the other side of the coastline.
An Qingyu looked at his leaving figure and fell into silence.
He knew very well that this fishing village had been completely isolated from the world. No matter how hard the villagers ran, they would not be able to reach the next village, let alone find that barefoot doctor... Time has long since erased everything.
An Qingyu is not a doctor and does not know how to treat illnesses and save people. Even if he could save the life of the pregnant woman, he would still have no time.
He turned to look at the village that had fallen into chaos, his expression solemn as never before.
If his guess is correct, this is just the beginning.
"Why haven't Er Zhuzhu come back yet?" Chen Gou's expression was equally anxious when he heard the news from the villager. He turned his head and looked at the horizon in the distance. There was no ship.
He gritted his teeth, pulled out his legs and ran towards the place where the fire was burning.
However, before he could even take two steps, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
He lay there for a moment, then slowly sat up, as motionless as a sculpture, his whole body was sluggish.
"Uncle Chen?" An Qingyu frowned, quickly ran forward to help Chen Gou up, and asked doubtfully, "Uncle Chen, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Gou stared blankly ahead, and it took him a while to regain his composure. He turned to look at An Qingyu, with a hint of scarlet spreading like a tide in his eyes.
"I heard it..." he muttered.
"What?"
"I heard it." Chen Gou broke away from An Qingyu's arm and covered his ears, his face full of horror and disbelief, "My dad...my dad is calling me?"
…
Shangjing City.
Night Watch headquarters, interrogation room.
Chen Lu, who was locked alone in the center of the interrogation room, suddenly shook his body, raised his head suddenly, and his eyes quickly turned scarlet.
His expression was twitching wildly, as if he was in pain, as if he was struggling...
"Here we go again, here we go again..." Chen Lu's lips trembled slightly, the veins on his neck popped out one by one, and he murmured crazily in a voice that only he could hear, "Grandpa... I know, grandpa...
Don't say it anymore, don't...
Damn it! Damn it! Can you shut up!
I already know your strength and your will...that's enough! Don't say any more..."
His voice became louder and louder, and his expression became more and more ferocious. He stared at those scarlet eyes, raised his head, and hit the chain with his head in pain, making a series of dull sounds!
Outside the interrogation room, Zuo Qing and others' expressions changed suddenly when they saw this scene!
"Open the door! Let me in!"
Zuo Qing opened the door to the interrogation room, walked straight to Chen Lu who was roaring in pain, frowned and said:
"Chen Lu! What are you talking about?"
"Damn it..." Chen Lu raised his head and stared at Zuo Qing with his scarlet eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably, "We can't win..."
"What?"
"Night Watch, Daxia, Daxia God... we can't defeat 'them'!" Chen Lu roared, "'They' are too powerful, so powerful that they are beyond our understanding! The day 'they' return
, there is no existence that can stop 'them'!
Only by disarming, giving up resistance, kneeling at the feet of ‘them’, believing in and worshiping ‘their’ existence... can mankind have a chance of survival!”
Zuo Qing's face darkened visibly.
"Are you crazy? Chen Lu?! What are you talking about?"
“In these years, I have heard ‘their’ voices every three days, ‘they’ whispering crazily in my ears, instilling all the power and will of ‘them’ into my mind…
No one in this world understands their horror better than me!
Believe me, Zuo Qing, we really can't win..."
Chen Lu's expression was extremely painful, and there was a deep sense of sadness and powerlessness in his eyes that were almost bleeding.
"Who are 'them'?!" Zuo Qing pulled Chen Lu's collar and asked with a roar.
Chen Lu's facial muscles trembled uncontrollably, the corners of his mouth raised a pale arc, and he said slowly in a trembling voice:
“‘They’ are the end of the universe, the origin of all weird and mysterious things, and the supreme existence above the laws!