non-plastic epic

Chapter 58 "Dark Snowy Night"

Alone, watching the snow falling from the sky, especially in the darkening night, the snow is surprisingly slow, silent and undisturbed.

Just looking at it like this, Xiang Dongliu felt this familiar feeling, which was a feeling of loneliness that he had been walking alone all the time.

He knew that such an unfavorable feeling should not be born at this time, because the feeling will give birth to the feeling, until the feeling makes its owner unable to feel it.

In the dark and snowy night, it is mandatory to render everything in its own color.That is black, cold black.

Xiang Dongliu unpreparedly entered into a certain rhythmic negative emotion, as if the whole snow field, snow scene, snow cliff and snow peak were telling about this incomparable feeling of loneliness.

The Bing Xin Jue of the Great Cave of the Shangqing began to operate slowly, wave after wave to resist the emotional outpouring of this world.That's right, this world seems to have emotions.

Xiang Dongliu began to fall into the dark cellar of his own memories unconsciously. Some memories that are not very bright and colorful are like the old wine hidden in this wine cellar. As Xiang Dongliu kept passing by in the memory, the wine It also exudes a cold breath more and more.

Alone, alone, always alone, eating a simple meal alone, taking a few minutes of bathing alone, sleeping alone, playing tired games alone, listening to boredom alone The frantic music... I went to the surgery alone, changed the dressing alone, ate a simple meal alone, and slept with countless nightmares.

A person has been walking in the empty narrow streets.

"Hiss~" Xiang Dongliu's brain became clear due to the sudden autonomous operation of Bing Xin Jue, and he broke free from his own memory vortex.

"What's going on? I haven't thought about these things for a long time. Why did they suddenly pop up today?"

He blinked his eyes twice, as if wondering why he suddenly discovered the gray memory covered in thick dust in the depths of his memory, was it because the weather was so bad?Xiang Dongliu looked up at the snowy night again, and it really was a ghostly weather.Even the stars and the moon are strictly covered.

At this time, Xiang Dongliu suddenly wanted to "turn on the light", because it was so dark that he could hardly see his five fingers.

But it's also strange, it's not like I haven't seen snow before. Generally, the bigger the snow, the darker the night is. On the contrary, the world wrapped in heavy snow will be light red.

Because snow is water in another state after all, thick clouds will be penetrated by light at the same time as heavy snow falls from the sky.Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet have different wavelengths. From red to purple, the wavelengths gradually become shorter, and long waves have the strongest penetrating power, so red light can penetrate thick clouds. As for other wavelengths The light was absorbed by thick snow clouds.

But... this is all knowledge from previous physics textbooks, but it is obviously not very suitable to use here, because there is no light red at all, but it is so dark that I can't see my five fingers. He could feel the bone-piercing chill of snowflakes falling on his hands.

Wait, it's like I have a small wattage light bulb that can be turned on, and it's an energy-saving blue light.Xiang Dongliu seemed to think of something suddenly, and hurriedly touched his personal storage bag.

"Haha, it's really powerful." The thing Xiang Dongliu touched was the big one that saved his life in the Xuanhu of the Qingting Cave - the Yeming Great Orb.

When Xiang Dongliu was drowning in the deep lake, this bead automatically drilled out of the storage bag to protect Xiang Dongliu. It is very miraculous, not only can emit a bright blue light, but also has an incredible waterproof function.

And its origin is also very metaphysical. It was obtained by Xiang Dongliu's father who stole the legendary Qin Emperor's Tomb. It happened that the day of his return was the hundred days of Xiang Dongliu who was just born, so he gave it to Xiang Dongliu who was still a baby. flow.

But at this time, after Xiang Dongliu took it out, he really lived up to his expectations, and it illuminated a three-foot radius around him. Not only that, the little snowflakes that fell on Xiang Dongliu's body from time to time were also blocked. Apart from the light mask emitted by the bead, this bead is really different from ordinary things, and it is extremely miraculous.

Hehe, Xiang Dongliu is very satisfied with this magical big light bulb, as long as he turns on the light until dawn, he will say nothing to stay here, the feng shui here is so bad, he is old and evil.

But his weak voice talking to himself was very clear in the soundless falling snow, it sounded like a subwoofer to himself.

Why is it a subwoofer? Because even though the wind and snow are blowing at this time, the whole world is still silent for filming. The sound of my pounding heartbeat and the subtle rush of blood flowing in my body are all clear. Chu, the sudden words are really like a subwoofer, and I almost startled myself.

······so quiet.

Before he was very happy, he frowned again, and his gaze extended to the distance, and he found that although the turned on light illuminated a little space on his side, the light from the orb seemed to turn back and turn, At a distance of one foot and a half five meters away, it seemed to be bitten off by something suddenly, and it stopped abruptly.

Outside the place where the light cannot touch, it is still as dark as a black box, you can't see anything, you can't hear anything, and you can't feel anything in the same way.

It feels like a person locked in a black box suddenly wakes up. After touching the match to light it, he finds that he is even more desperate, because he...is locked in a "coffin".

The deep loneliness and the bitter loneliness instantly enveloped Xiang Dongliu.

"Hey, where the hell is this? Give it a try, it won't work. What kind of nonsense is this?"

In this wilderness where people disappeared, he complained to himself and uttered such a sentence. Even though he had consciously lowered his voice, his voice still echoed clearly in his ears.

At the same time, the deep voice with loss came out, reaching the ears of some unknown creatures hiding in the dark.

At this time, several pairs of eyes opened in the dark night, not because the soft and leisurely voice woke them up from their deep sleep, but because the trace of fear contained in the voice made them smell something different.

This smell is very familiar, as if in the distant years and before, I also made a similar sigh here, so... I became what I am today.

But one person also appeared in their memory at the same time, because that person really couldn't forget it.

It also tasted the same as it does now, a long time ago, and it smelled sweet and delicious.

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It's just that I don't know if this new visitor is as difficult to swallow as the person carrying the strange wooden plank in my memory.

(End of this chapter)