Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

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"Oh my god!" Mo Yu was shocked. He subconsciously took a step back and bumped into Iyalian's thick arms: "He just broke the bird's neck like that?!"

A few minutes ago, he made a tender promise to his companions, but he turned around and strangled the life entrusted to him by his companions. The cruelty in this child's bones made Mo Yu shiver all over.

"No, isn't he afraid of being found lying?" Mo Yu watched Yi Tong throw the bird corpse far off the cliff, and a chill seeped from his bones.

Such a young child can say one thing in front of people and another behind their backs, saying nice words and doing cold-blooded things that make people feel chilled. Even from his face, there is no trace of tension and guilt after doing something wrong. He is calm as if he just dumped a piece of garbage, rather than taking away a fragile life.

Then he returned to the ant pile just now, continued to lure and kill ants, and coughed from time to time.

The whole scene was filled with the weirdness and horror of a Hitchcock horror film. Although everything was so ordinary, it made people feel cold.

"Come here." Iyalian took Mo Yu's hand and walked towards the children.

The closer to the edge of memory, the more blurred the scenes and characters became. This is also the difference between [Memory Corridor] and [Historical Projection]: the former is based on the memory of the cognizer, and the places that the cognizer does not know are blank; the latter is based on a real history. Whether the parties know it or not, the power of time will fill in all the blanks.

However, among the characters that should have been blurred, only the child named Pula was unusually clear. He was like the leader of the children, surrounded and taken care of by the children... No, the description of leader may not be accurate enough...

Mo Yu searched his brains and found that the correct description should be "idol".

The children worshipped him and loved him... Or it should be said that in the eyes of Zerak at that time and in the memory of the future God of Light, Pula has always been such a virgin and charming existence.

"Zerak seems to have given Pula unusual attention." Mo Yu glanced at the blurry face of the passerby child next to him, and then looked at Pula, whose face was detailed to the pores and seemed to be glowing softly, and came to a dry conclusion.

"In fact, the distance was so far, and Zerak was looking down, so he couldn't see Pula and the children get along with each other, nor could he hear their conversation." Iyalian said, "This scene is actually Zerak's imagination embedded in his memory."

Mo Yu looked at Pula carefully. He was also a blond child. In fact, most of the children in this group were blond, with dark or light hair, but the difference was not very obvious. Pula had a pair of golden eyes and long eyelashes. When he looked at people, he was fully focused, and his eyes were shining with warm light.

When he smiled, two beautiful dimples would appear on his white face with a little baby fat.

In fact, if Zerak and Pula were put together and people who didn't know the situation were asked to choose which child was more in line with their "impression of the God of Light", then the believers of the Church of Light would probably choose Pula.

"Zerak hid in the dark, observing the child, and from time to time he imagined everything about him... He was jealous of the child." Mo Yu secretly had a guess in his heart.

The memory began to change, and the children - including Zerak - began to return to the tribe. The children still surrounded Pula and walked in front, and the dark Zerak followed far behind.

The tribe was located in the valley on the side of the hillside. People in this era still lived in caves. At this time, the tribe was bustling. The adults took the flowers and plants picked from the children who came back first, shook off the mud and sand, and picked the dead leaves, and then hung them on the fences around the village and the cave.

They sang songs praising the world consciousness and the mother. Mo Yu could see wooden signs or wood carvings hanging or placed in the corners of the cave and on the fences, all of which were simply carved with a look very similar to Leah. [. 3. ],

The people of this tribe believe in world consciousness.

They seemed to be celebrating something... some kind of festival? Or did something good happen?

After Pula and the children handed over the flowers and herbs they had picked, they headed for the largest cave in the tribe. Zerak followed from a distance, and when he reached the entrance of the cave, he hid in the shadows and stopped moving forward.

Many people in the tribe were gathered in this cave, surrounding a woman wearing a wreath on her head and a cloak woven with vines and flowers, dancing a dance that was quite primitive tribal style.

Another plump woman sat in front of her and was talking to her: "...Have you made up your mind to go to Nanzhou?"

"Yes, sister." The blonde woman with a wreath on her head said, "The world consciousness told me that my mission and pursuit are both in the south. I plan to cross the sea, pursue my love, start a family, and find an opportunity to climb the god level."

Mo Yu felt that the woman's voice was a little familiar. He pulled Iyalian over and looked at the woman's familiar eyebrows for a long time: "By the way, she looks so familiar."

Iyalian: "......?"

The two stared at each other for a long time, and Mo Yu was the first to react: "Wait, this, is it Gaia, the mother of abundance before she became a god? Her eyebrows and eyes are like the goddess of darkness!"

Iyalian: "?!"

The two of them had seen the old wooden sculpture of Gaia, the mother of abundance, at Lei's place. After many years, the wooden sculpture was mostly damaged, and only the general appearance could be vaguely recognized.

The Mother of Fertility also changed her image again after Jin Chan escaped from her shell and faked her death and was reborn as the Dark Goddess. Not to mention the face, even the hair color is different. However, after looking at the wood carving of the Mother of Fertility, and then looking at the Dark Goddess, I can still see the similarity between the eyebrows and the eyes.

"The Mother of Fertility and the God of Light come from the same tribe?" Mo Yu asked in surprise.

The conversation between the two women was still continuing. At this time, Pula led a large group of children and ran in. The plumper woman waved to him: "Pula, come here and say goodbye to your aunt."

"Auntie!" Pula threw herself into the lap of the woman with the wreath, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the far south." The flower-garland woman rubbed Pula's blond hair: "On the other side of the sea!"

"Why do you have to go so far away? Can we meet again?" the child asked.

"The consciousness of the world has given me guidance," the woman with the wreath said. "There is no need for two priests in a tribe. It is enough to have your mother in the tribe. And I will embark on a journey to the south to find my tribe and establish my own tribe." own family.

It may take a few years or more than ten years, but when I take root in Nanzhou, I will come back to visit you. "