Doomsday Wonderland - Vol 9 Chapter 2395

Chapter 2395 The Night of Changxia Mountain (Part 2)

…how did things evolve step by step into their final appearance?

He had trouble even recalling the details.

Although Fuxiluo was precocious, he was only a child who had just turned twelve years old; and he was a child who had never faced any violent impact before this night.

He stood alone at the corner of the dark staircase; almost at the same time he remembered that the door was unlocked, the living room downstairs was suddenly broken by a loud noise—now that he thought about it, it was obviously an ordinary person’s foot, but it seemed to contain the last The tyrannical force, the aroused sound waves and air flow filled the whole room, shocking his memory so that it was shaken and blurred.

Mother’s screams, aunt’s cries, the sharp sound of chairs dragging the floor, the door slamming against the wall…Fu Xiluo froze on the stairs, like a person who does not know water, raised his head and found A huge wave rose, obscuring the view.

A gigantic wave of turbulent currents of countless sounds.

“What are you doing!” The mother seemed to be trying to control the situation: “Calm down, and talk if you have something to say—”

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by her aunt’s scream; the muffled sound of body collisions, the shock of furniture being overturned to the ground, her aunt’s cry of pain, and her mother’s repeated hissing… All of a sudden, it was mixed together. There was a mass of boiling water, but it couldn’t hide a rough voice: “Let you run! Run again!”

Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, Fu Xiluo vaguely knew what was happening downstairs.

He felt he needed to go downstairs; he, a kid who had just turned twelve today, needed to somehow figure out a way to stop this from happening—because there was no one else here but him.

But his hands were cold, his legs were weak, and he walked down a few steps of the stairs, and was almost knocked out by a sudden loud bang—a wooden chair flew out from behind the stairs and landed heavily on the ground , the chair legs were crooked, splashing crimson wood chips.

Amidst my uncle’s extremely nasty swear words, my mother called out: “Sister Chunyi, come quickly!”

Fu Xiluo stabilized his heartbeat, quickly walked down a few steps, squatted down, and quickly looked downstairs at the living room.

He happened to see his mother—the mother who had been sitting in the office and lacked exercise. Her movements were neither quick nor strong. Her figure was like a loose and embarrassing cloth bag. She staggered towards the aunt in front of her and dragged her away.

The tall and strong uncle, like a black shadow that cannot be illuminated by the light, stood a few steps away from the aunt, with a wooden chair with a broken leg between them.

“We are all relatives,”

After catching her aunt, the mother seemed to feel a little relieved, and hurriedly said: “Family, what can’t be said? Don’t beat her, if you have something to say…”

Auntie seemed to be like Fuxiluo, her feet were wobbly and she couldn’t stand still, she covered her head with one hand, as if all she could do was cry hoarsely.

Uncle just said: “Go away!”

“No!” Mother yelled angrily, “You can’t hit people for anything, I can’t—”

Before she could finish her sentence, my uncle suddenly bent down and picked up the broken chair. He lifted the wooden chair into the air with one hand, rushed up unexpectedly, and swung it down towards the two of them—Fu Xiluo trembled violently, and closed his eyes involuntarily.

In that brief moment of darkness, he heard the sound of heavy objects smashing into his flesh and bones for the first time, and realized for the first time that when a person is in extreme pain, the scream that cannot be uttered will become a throat and a mouthful. There was a gurgling sound in the chest cavity.

When I opened my eyes, the two figures from the back that I could see from the stairs disappeared.

When he came to his senses, Fu Xiluo found himself stumbling down the stairs, shouting, “Mom!”

When he landed, my mother rolled over and struggled to get up—behind her, my aunt’s upper body was submerged in the fragments of the chair, motionless.

The blow just now seemed to have rubbed against her mother, half of her head and face was covered with blood like a waterfall, and she couldn’t open one eye.

“Go back to the house!” The mother screamed sharply, “Don’t come here!”

Fuxi Luosha stopped and raised his head, just in time to see his uncle who turned his face towards him.

Is it his uncle who is staring at him?

People’s faces are distorted to bright red, deformed, and misplaced, but they can still recognize the familiar appearance in the past.

He took a step back slowly, and said in a trembling voice, “I, I know…I’ll go back right away…”

Uncle had no interest in him.

Thinking about it now, that night, my uncle probably had already made up his mind, with only one purpose, simple and clear. He and his mother suddenly had one more chore to solve on the way.

My aunt let out a moan from under the wooden chair; her voice was like a string, drawing my uncle’s gaze back.

Fushiro seized the opportunity and immediately took a step forward. Instead of going upstairs, he rushed to the middle of the messy living room; he noticed when he was on the stairs just now that there was lying there, his mother who fell down at some time. mobile phone.

He picked up the phone and tapped it vigorously a few times, only to find that it was locked, and he didn’t know the password.

“Go back,” my mother hissed, “it’s your birthday!”

Fu Xiluo looked back, and his eyes met his mother’s.

Turns out the password was his birthday.

It’s a pity that it’s useless to know.

Just because he looked up at his mother, he saw his uncle behind her at the same time: that tall and strong black figure just grabbed a piece of the cracked and stubbled back of the chair with both hands and pointed it at his aunt’s head— The mother seemed to realize something, turned her head, and screamed “Don’t hit her”.

“Then I’ll kill you first,” Sombra said.

In the next second, the back of the chair slammed **** the mother’s head.

Fu Xiluo forgot to go back to the house and call the police.

He only remembered that he rushed up and stretched out his hand to pull his mother out. He didn’t know where the phone was dropped.

The vision was shattered into many shaking fragments: the mother fell limply on the ground, a big hand was waving, her head was firmly grasped, and the wall of the stairs was coming…

Fushiro briefly lost consciousness.

He didn’t know how he woke up; when he woke up, his forehead was torn by sharp pain, and his face was wet, cold and sticky with **** smell. He was dizzy, nauseous, and unable to form a complete thought.

In a blur of consciousness, someone was half dragging and half hugging him, walking towards the door of the wooden house, and the bumps under his feet hit his brain that seemed to have turned into pieces, making it even more uncomfortable.

The man called again and again: “Xiao Luo, wake up…Xiao Luo…”

is the mother.

He snorted softly through his nose.

“Are you awake?” Mother gasped and said with difficulty, “Let’s go right away, it’s okay, don’t look back…”

After hearing this, Fu Xiluo turned his head with difficulty and glanced back.

They had just left the wooden house, the door was open, revealing half of the messy hall. A black figure was holding something in his hand, and was stabbing it into the body of another person on the ground. The sound of puff, puff, came out faintly, and followed them into the night.

“Don’t look, you mustn’t look, she’s fine,” the mother suddenly pushed his face away, and said in a tone he had never heard before, pleadingly: “Children must not look. Can you go? We let’s go…”

“car…”

“When he hit me, the key fell off,” my mother dragged him, dragging his body, and said, “I can’t find it…”

It’s impossible to find it again.

The two walked past the car in the silence of the night; the mother whimpered.

Fu Xiluo staggered and followed his mother in a daze, but on the unfamiliar mountain road with dim street lights, they didn’t know which direction they were going.

Blood was dripping on the road behind the two of them. In the black mountain covered by the heavy winter quilt, it seemed that there were no other tourists except them.

Maybe the mother thought that she was walking in the direction of other camping houses; maybe the mother wanted to go down the mountain, Fu Xiluo didn’t know, and now he can’t confirm it anymore.

Because she ended up going nowhere.

During the drowsy and dark trek, Fu Xiluo heard a certain distance behind him, at a certain moment, the sound of a car engine being started.

When she heard the sound of the engine, the mother stopped and looked back at the dim mountain.

She grabbed Fu Xiluo’s hand tightly, quickened her pace, plunged into the bushes by the roadside, and dragged him away with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

“I never thought,” she trembled, “if only Mom would listen to you…”

Fushiro looked at her blankly. The hair on the back of her head was glued together with blood, and in the dimness, it seemed like a black hole had opened.

“If only I had gone to a theme park…” she said intermittently, “If I had listened to you… nothing would have happened…”

Fu Xiluo wanted to say something, but didn’t say anything.

He was only twelve years old and already recognized the world’s grim sense of humor. He hoped that his mother would realize that he should have followed his wishes in the first place—but not in this way.

The car driving out from the darkness behind him had a low voice, protected by the night, unknown, but getting closer.

When the snow-white light of the headlights suddenly lit up on the mountain road, the two raised their heads at the same time, and recognized their familiar car in the short time it passed by.

“He might want to run away,” the mother said in a panic, as if comforting herself, “here, come quickly.”

Of course, they couldn’t keep walking on the mountain road. Mother probably realized that the car would catch up sooner or later.

When Fuxiluo was pulled and dragged through countless shrubs and branches that cut him and beat him, and finally walked into an open space, he raised his eyes drowsily, and couldn’t help being slightly startled.

What suddenly unfolded before his eyes was the pitch-black water of the lake sparkling in the dark under the night sky.

I don’t know when they came to the lake.

Thick black forests surround the pitch-black lake, sinking in the depths of night. Without the voices of daytime people and secular traders, the mountains and lakes became far-reaching and vast, as if another world had opened its eyes at night and was looking at him coldly.

“There may be someone at the charter place,” my mother said to herself, her voice far away. “How’s your head? Can you talk?”

The sound of the car moving, stopped on the other side of the woods behind him, and the sound of the engine went out. The bright light of the headlights brushed across the edge of the forest, faintly reflecting the shadows of the branches and trees.

Someone opened the car door; panting, chaotic cursing, footsteps dragging something heavy through the woods… rustling towards the two of them.

Mother suddenly pushed Fu Xiluo on the shoulder.

“Go and hide under the pier,” she said.

Fu Xiluo didn’t move. “And you?”

“I’ll find another place to hide,” my mother frowned in agitation, and scolded, “Go, why are you so dazed? Are you trying to kill me?”

On this side of the lake, there is only one long pier that juts straight into the lake. To get to the place to rent a boat, you have to walk a long way around the lake.

Fuxiluo tried to clear his mind amidst the dizziness; the person chasing after him was about to walk out of the woods. “Where are you going to hide…”

“Let’s go!” Mother suddenly yelled, her face dark and angry, as if what he said just now was that he didn’t want to go to cello lessons. “Fu Xiluo, can you listen to me once!”

Fu Xiluo was taken aback for a moment, and took a step outside involuntarily.

“Turn around,” said the mother, “I won’t tell you to come back, and you are not allowed to look back, do you understand?”

Fu Xiluo let out an “um”, with a very nasal sound. He turned around and walked towards the pier step by step with all the strength he could mobilize, staggering.

“Ronaldo,”

Mother’s voice softened a little. Immediately behind her voice came a series of curses from my uncle who was laughing, angry, and gurgling.

“…I have one thing, I lied to you.”

As if knowing what he was going to do, his mother promptly ordered: “Don’t look back, keep going!”

As the world was spinning, Fu Xiluo’s feet went limp and he fell on the grass by the lake. He still didn’t look back, but persisted, using both hands and feet to crawl forward.

“Didn’t I tell you that there is no other world above this world?”

The mother’s voice was a bit strange, Fuxiluo thought vaguely.

She couldn’t answer a few words, and it was difficult to speak, as if her breath was not smooth and her breathing was interrupted. The puzzling heavy muffled sound, the saliva-like obscenity, became the distant background of the mother’s voice.

“That’s what I lied to you. I used to love reading novels. Once, I found out… There is a novel about true events. On special nights, the sky… the sky will become different. However, ordinary people Can’t see.”

Fu Xiluo couldn’t move anymore. The blood is continuously flowing down, as if the strength is also flowing away.

He fell on the grass with a “gudong”, turned over, and faced the starry sky. His eyes were covered with blood, and he couldn’t see clearly.

“Ordinary people can’t see it, but you can… Xiao Luo, look carefully, there is really another bigger world above this world. I lied to you… because I don’t want my child to abandon me and go to a …A more wonderful place. Don’t look back, I’m already hiding, you keep walking, just look at the sky…”

Fu Xiluo raised his hand and wiped away the blood in front of his eyes. The night sky spread out in front of his eyes, and it turned out to be so close; at some point, the night sky lit up with stars, broad and gentle.

“What did you see?”

…was that my mother’s voice?

Fu Xiluo didn’t know. Who else but her?

It seems that a long time has passed since his mother ordered him to go forward, so long that he even felt that he should have lost his mother’s voice.

However, he did hear the voice, asking softly and far away: “What kind of sky do you see? Tell me…I want to see the world in your eyes too.”

…OK.

Fushiro stared at the starry sky above his head without blinking; he knew that something was about to happen.

Because, tonight is a special moment when that world opens up.

When Fuxiluo realized that the stars in the night sky were gradually connected together, cutting a bright, dazzling, and curved crack in the curtain-like night, he could no longer hold back his surprise, like a young child He seemed to laugh.

What his mother has been keeping from him is about to begin.

In his daze, the night sky was slowly breaking apart, into great chunks of solidified darkness; from the cracks in the night sky that were gradually widening and widening, Fushiro saw.

…another world upon a world.

He saw a few huge god-like figures leaping towards the blue sea shining with diamonds; they stepped on the long wind, whistled in the clouds, and laughed far away. A strange snow-white flying bird flashed through the crack, like a flash of lightning, making the world tremble in white light.

In the depths of the black lake not far away, the huge scaled body of some kind of creature faintly rolled past, and disappeared in a flash.

From a crack in the sky, half of a girl’s face suddenly appeared, which was half the size of a lake.

Her blood-ruby eyes looked at Fuxiluo below, and she turned her head without hesitation. When she left, the distant sky and the sea were exposed, and there were countless high and low strange buildings; the half-curved and huge white moon, like a bracket, half-enclosed the city in the sky.

Fushiro has never been so content.

In the world above the world, the laughter, the wind, the whiteness of the bird’s feathers, the eyes like blood rubies, the sunset falling from the city in the sky… all turned into powder, mist, and soft light, and together they rushed out from the cracks in the night. It fell in clusters and scattered in this world, like a random, uneven rain.

Fu Xiluo finally recovered from his stupefied joy. Turning his eyes, he found himself soaked in a mist of light; a strange substance that fell from the sky, sprinkled all over the land, but only on him, gathered the densest, the most, the brightest, almost as if It is to support him and let him float into the sky.

…as if an invitation from another world, as if they knew that Fushiro didn’t belong here.

“Have you ever wondered,”

The grown-up Fuxiluo’s voice rang out slowly again, gathering up from behind her like mist. “Evolutionary abilities, special items, and the doomsday world itself… where do they come from?”

Lin Sanjiu shuddered, suddenly re-aware of his own existence.

The night by the lake froze; before she knew it, she had already kneeled and sat on the grass.

Near the lake is a boy lying on the grass looking up at the starry sky; near the woods is a silent and motionless woman, her face sunk into the darkness.

“…That night, he seemed to let me go, maybe because I was just a kid.”

Fuxiluo said almost gently: “Shortly after that night, the world of my hometown, which was originally peaceful, suddenly encountered doomsday… There was no sign, and it was said that it was a tiny creature floating from the universe, and it was destroyed randomly. that world.”

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the youth mansion Xiluo by the lake—the cracks in the night he saw and the fog he touched were still frozen in front of his eyes and had not been removed.

“After the apocalypse came, I thought for a while, is this the ‘world above the world’ I’ve been looking for? But I soon discovered…in the several apocalyptic worlds I have traveled, there is no ability to match me Someone to match. Even if I was only a teenager at the time.”

Fuxiluo said in a low voice, “You say, why? Am I talented? Am I particularly lucky?”

He raised his arm from Lin Sanjiu’s side, pointing at himself as a boy by the lake.

“Because of that.”

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the boy Fu Xiluo in the mist, already knowing what he was going to say next.

“When the rift first appeared, I was lying there. The wonderful matter that fell from the ‘world above the world’, so it also concentrated on me in the largest amount…so I became the tallest and strongest in the doomsday world the power of.

“Where those powders, mist, and soft light fall, there will be a doomsday world, copies, and special items.”

Fu Xiluo behind him sighed hoarsely, lowered his head, and rested his chin on Lin Sanjiu’s shoulder.

“When it falls on a human body, it becomes the potential value and evolutionary ability. However, my mother is right, most people can’t see it… I don’t know if my mother has seen it?”

is that true? Lin Sanjiu didn’t know.

When Fu Xiluo was twelve years old, he suffered drastic changes, suffered a head injury, lost his mind… most importantly, Fu Xiluo’s mother’s words were not intended to tell him that another world was about to open.

“In other words, if there is no ‘world above the world’, then there will be no doomsday world. Those substances come from the most wonderful places, and they transform this boring world.”

In Fu Xiluo’s tone, until now, there is still a forced indifference.

“Without it…whether it is your hometown or the Karma Museum, it will only be one boring, step-by-step, narrow and boring place after another. Because of those wonderful substances, I have explored in the doomsday world full of novelty. A few years…but only a few years.”

“…Fu Xiluo?” Lin Sanjiu called out in a trembling voice.

“Xiaojiu,” he leaned on her shoulder, his bones and skin warmed against each other, and begged in a murmur, “Let me find the world above the universe… okay?”

I tried my best, I wrote all night, and now my neck is about to break, sleepy and tired, and a little nauseous. Recently, I have been sleeping after dawn every day, which is too uncomfortable.

1. Super long chapter! I thought about cutting it in the middle and dividing it into two chapters, but I felt that if I didn’t read it all at once, the impact would be smaller and it would break inexplicably, so I gritted my teeth and wrote it down.

2. Does it convey the world in my mind? I might have to sleep and watch it again, but I tried my best anyway.

3. Whether you believe in the origin of the doomsday world or not, Fu Xiluo believes it anyway.

4. The death of the aunt’s mother in the mansion can be seen every 100 miles, because it was hinted at when it was written, but I don’t know if anyone has guessed how it is connected with the main line?

5. In fact, one-third of the hole cards are still unfinished, and we will play them in the next chapter.