A full ten days have passed since Boom fell into coma. In this invisible space, Boom's consciousness shattered into countless pieces, and then reorganized again. I don't know how long this mental torture has been repeated, and it has been so long.
Boom was awakened by severe pain, but at the same time he also lost some of his most precious memories.
The cold and damp bluestone road, with its twisted dents, was filled with dirt, or was stuffed with the feces of wild dogs and cats. Although Boom still entered the illusion this time, he still entered a fantasy world.
But it was not the murderous sea of the previous two times, but after losing part of the memory, I returned to the King of Ogu City.
Stumbling along the way, curses and disdainful glances overlapped. Boom relied on his vague memory to walk against the crowd, and finally stood in front of a certain wooden door. In the slums of Ogu King City, the wooden houses were still in such ruins.
The deep or shallow carvings are messy and disorderly, just like the corpses of countless earthworms carved on the surface by craftsmen.
Gently pushing the wooden door open, the harsh friction sound echoed in his ears, and a strong musty smell mixed with sour rot and fishy stench made Boom take half a step back. But what he needs most now is nothing else, but what is in front of him.
The half-broken bed so close at hand.
Snoring began everywhere, and Boom fell asleep in an instant, but the slum area outside the wooden door was still noisy, as if he had never paid attention to Boom's appearance out of thin air, let alone the appearance of an outsider in King Aogu's city. The sunlight changed from blazing white to white.
The color turned orange, and the biting cold wind passed through the cracks, whimpering and whispering unbridledly in the wooden house.
Sleep is a beautiful thing for many people. It can help a tired body recover quickly, or it can help them realize things in dreams that they cannot achieve in reality. However, for Boom at this moment, sleep has become something else.
One kind of torture, another kind of torture in disguise.
In the dream, he met countless shadows, but the owners of these shadows had no faces. It was a mist, layers of shadows, and a sense of depression like a mime.
These shadows slowly surrounded Bu Mu. Some were laughing silently, some were giving orders, some were wearing brocade robes, and some seemed to be hesitant. But there was one shadow that was the most different. It was the first to approach Bu Mu.
Mu’s existence is also the only one who comes close.
However, this shadow did not speak, but squatted down silently, silently accompanying Boom. Boom reached out his hand out of curiosity, but when he was about to touch the other person, the dream suddenly collapsed. Boom only felt that
His eyes went dark, and the buzzing in his ears almost defeated him. The feeling of his soul being pulled out of his body was very real, so real that it made him sweat and break his heart.
But the most despairing thing is far more than that. As time passes by, Boom also switches back and forth between nightmares one after another. Insults, contempt, contempt, disdain, all of these are mixed together.
, causing Boom's spirit to almost collapse. Fists, leather boots, whips, wooden sticks, and all kinds of methods were used in endless layers, making Boom's eyes eventually become cold and numb.
At the end of the night, the dawn of dawn gently awakened the King of Ogu, and also brought an end to Boom's nightmare. Slowly opening his eyes, the mildew spots on the top of his head remained as usual, but at this moment, these appeared to Boom.
Very cute. It turned out to be a nightmare. He struggled for a few minutes before he straightened his body.
"This seems to be my home, but I am supposed to live here. But what about that feeling of detachment? Maybe it's because I slept for too long."
Boom shook his head and tried to cheer himself up. However, after he passed the coarse linen clothes to his body, he suddenly stopped in place. It was a pattern composed of six petals. Although at first glance, it seemed
It looks a little rough, but you can still feel the stitcher's thoughts.
Boom frowned. He tried to recall the origin of this little flower, but in the end he couldn't get what he wanted. In the end, he could only regard it as a "masterpiece" of the original owner, because his coarse linen clothes were originally
It should be garbage picked up.
The wooden door made a piercing noise, and Boom stood in front of his house, silently watching the people passing by. At this moment, King Augu City was like a beast that had just awakened, swearing a new day amidst the noisy roar. The shop assistants would
Pieces of wooden boards were removed from the windows, and packages of goods were counted and entered.
The proprietress of the breakfast stall was sweating on her forehead, but perhaps because the business was good this morning, her fat face was always twisted into a ball. The diners were grunting and quickly filling their stomachs with food. They couldn't do it.
Too much time is wasted here, because earning gold coins is what they should be doing.
Boom moved aimlessly with the crowd, like a shell without a soul. After more than half an hour, he finally stopped and stared at the ancient building in front of him in confusion.
The monastery, the fatherless and motherless abandoned babies, the shelter of the old nuns, the bullying and beatings of other companions. Boom leaned against the wall, and the heartbreaking pain once again shattered all his thoughts. The cold touch on the surface of the iron fence made Boom
Mu sobered up a little, but in the end he did not choose to walk into the monastery, or rather into his former world.
The afternoon sun quickly dissipated, and the Aogu Royal City, which was bustling just a second ago, now seemed extremely timid, as if a cub was eager to return to its lair. Noble carriages roared past, and the city guards changing the guard had a gloomy face.
, the store clerks were shouting, dancing and trying hard to sell all the goods.
A drizzle started to fall in the sky at some point. Boom raised his head in confusion, but many pedestrians passing by gave him looks like they were looking at idiots. Boom pulled the gray linen bag on his body.
hat, and then subconsciously walked in a certain direction.
Slimy green moss, bedbugs as big as thumbs and flying cockroaches, wild dogs with only half of their tails, and a cat that lost one eye. Boom looked at the trash can in front of him, feeling uneasy for no reason.
A burst of cramping pain.
"Brother Boom, thank you. I will cherish this trash can and make sure it can survive the dark rainy night!" A blurry figure appeared out of thin air. Boom subconsciously reached out to pull it, but the other person quickly merged with the shadow.
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The feeling of hunger made Boom more and more depressed. He no longer thought about what had happened to him recently. Yes, tonight was the first day of the "Black Rainy Night". What Boom needed to do most at the moment was not to think randomly, but to fill in the blanks as soon as possible.
With a full stomach, it's best to get some leftovers that can last for the next three days.
Throwing the rusty lid aside, Boom put his hands into the trash can, constantly rummaging for anything that could be eaten. Time passed by, and finally Boom sighed in disappointment. It seemed that he
Very unlucky today.
He raised his head silently, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, and then tried hard to shrink his body into the shadows. Although there were not many pedestrians on the street, they were still a considerable number. Search carefully and eliminate all risks as much as possible. The hunter will only
Judge the value of prey, but don’t consider the other person’s unwillingness.