The strange story of Huai'an Inn

Chong Liu had also imagined what a world dominated by dirty would look like before.

Tao is the force of order, which classifies similar things and pulls separated things together, so the originally independent, scattered, and constantly colliding micros begin to intertwine and depend on each other.So stable land and metal were formed, and water and air gradually appeared.

And filth is the power of chaos, the power of destruction.It separates and repels things that were originally aggregated and blended, breaks the original chain of repeated order, and knots and entangles the silk threads that should be connected between cause and effect, so everything becomes uncertain. What was there one moment is no longer there the next moment, and notions of the possible and the impossible vanish.

However, the body of any living being contains these two forces.Even in a world ruled by Tao, if there is only Tao Qi, people cannot grow and change, and cannot even be formed from the beginning.The evolution of living beings requires uncertain variables, and also needs to maintain roughly complete and unified individuals.

In the world ruled by filth, there are living beings, and there is a certain amount of Dao Qi.But in such a world, everything is changing rapidly, and everything is unpredictable.The universe here is dark and empty, but it is also crowded and chaotic.

Chong Liu had imagined many possibilities, but the moment he saw it, he realized that a creature who grew up in a universe ruled by Tao could not imagine or understand another world with completely different rules.

The moment he turned his head, he felt countless colors explode in his pupils.Those chaotic, endless and filthy colors that cannot be described in words, those huge, wriggling and sticky clumps, those eyes that are about to move, those beards and tentacles that stretch and twist in the air, and the slime that flows under the feet Slippery fat... The chaotic and complex images entered the mind, but they couldn't connect with any familiar concepts. They could only float helplessly, triggering the most instinctive terror.

Chong Liu couldn't tell where the sky was, where was the earth, which were creatures, which were plants, which were buildings... everything was blurred into a mass of whirling, crazy colors, and the filthy and viscous air wrapped around him like a film The whole body up and down.

But the scariest thing was the sound.

When I was talking to the young Zhu Helan just now, the surrounding area was obviously silent.But when he looked back and really saw Zhu Helan's filthy world buried deep in his memory, all the voices suddenly came like a rushing Nu River bursting its embankment.It seemed that thousands of people were screaming tragically, mixed with some strange rhythm.He couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, as if everything around him was screaming heart-piercingly.

He covered his ears, but he couldn't stop the noise that pierced the heavenly spirit from crashing into his head, piercing into his brain like a steel needle.

Crowds of chaotic consciousness, along with those noises and the explosion of colors in his eyes, forcibly stirred his brain.He saw countless random scenes happening at the same time, worms wriggling on a certain planet deep in the stars, dark towers protruding from the barren land, and egg vesicles constantly proliferating in the swamp...

He felt hunger, hunger from all directions.They circled it like a flock of vultures staring at a lamb strayed into the death zone.

Then he realized that the object of this hunger was not him, but the master of his memory—Zhu Helan.

He turned around, and saw the little Zhu Helan curled up like a baby, curled up between the extended roots of the only strange tree that was somewhat similar to the original world in this terrifying, chaotic and incomprehensible world.

Little Zhu Helan, who was covered in bruises, raised his head, his pupils dilated with fear stared at somewhere in the sky.

Chong Liu looked towards the sky along his line of sight, and gradually saw something infinitely extended, extremely broad and huge among the chaotic colors and clumps.

It's the sky, but it's not the sky... It's like a cloud, but it's like a pile of tumors and lumps of flesh, undulating against the background of all the crazy scenes, like an eternal song with no beginning and no end .

Chong Liu knows that she is alive and has a vast sea-like consciousness that transcends all individuals.Her consciousness is saturated with the consciousness of all things, and the consciousness of all things is immersed in her consciousness.

What he saw was only a small piece of her body, but that heavy, crushing existence itself had already caused unimaginable pressure on his spirit, crushing all basic and instinctive cognition.

Suddenly, the huge chunks of flesh began to wriggle, tremble, and push each other.Countless fine, silky things extend from the dense folds.They fluttered in the chaotic and dirty air, like strands of hair stretching rapidly from the scalp.But when they gradually approached, Chong Liu realized that they were not thin or light, but heavy tentacles dripping with acid.They danced around Zhu Helan, but they didn't come close.The gap on the cavity opened and closed, as if talking, but Chong Liu couldn't hear anything.

Little Zhu Helan listened carefully, in the face of endless terror, he appeared so calm, so calm that he became numb.

He has stayed in this place for too long, his body is being infected by the filth, and is crumbling and rotting bit by bit.When a person is on the verge of death, when he is really approaching the gate of death, he already knows in his mind that there is no hope of survival, so he stops feeling fear.Instead, there is numbness, emptiness, and even a kind of peace and tranquility that is about to enter bliss.

Finally, little Zhu Helan murmured, as if talking to an invisible person, "Yes... I am willing... as long as you let me go home... I want to go home..."

Then a tentacle stretched out in front of little Zhu Helan, and the leech-like mouth at the end opened, and dense... hairs extended from it.

These fine hairs rushed towards little Zhu Helan's face in an instant, intruding from every gap in his ears, nostrils, mouth and even eyeballs, deeply piercing into his brain and swimming into his blood vessels.

Zhu Helan's hair began to deform, and her skin cracked inch by inch, but no blood gushed out. What bloomed were huge flakes like petals, like gauze or film, stacked layer by layer.His legs spread across the ground, turning into roots and plunging into the ground.

His decayed human body was blessed by the gods, and began to change its form, quickly distorted into the appearance Chong Liu had seen in the dungeon.

Chong Liu was captured by this horrific scene.He wanted to save Zhu Helan, but he knew it was too late.

He is more than 2000 years late.

This is the moment when Zhu Helan was chosen to be the priest of the Mother Goddess of All Things, and it was the moment when he signed a certain contract with the Mother Goddess.

No wonder Zhu Helan wanted to bury this memory deeply.At such a young age, I have faced so many terrifying scenes that would instantly scare an adult, and this terrifying experience of being "chosen by God"...

"Helan..." Tears filled Chongliu's eyes, watching little Zhu Helan's body rapidly distort and grow up, like a red lotus blooming suddenly in the endless chaotic darkness.

He suddenly began to resent those who forced Zhu Helan into this world, the great witch of Gushe, and even Zhu Helan's parents.They were supposed to be his protectors, but where were they now?

What kind of parent would watch their child die?They just don't think about how scared he would be?

He wanted to punish those people, those who drove Zhu Helan to such a desperate situation.He wanted to put his tentacles around the necks of all of them, to hear them scream, to make them beg for mercy, regret...

When these increasingly extreme and crazy thoughts sounded louder and louder in his consciousness, Chong Liu suddenly noticed that there were waves of rhythmic drums echoing in his ears.

The drumbeat was so hidden in the world's chaotic musical score that he didn't notice it.They were like a continuous white noise slyly hidden in the middle of the conversation, imperceptibly sowing the seeds of madness into his consciousness.

But it was too late for him to realize.Those drum sounds got into his brain, and they took root, and he refused to leave.He tried to cover his ears, but the drum was still beating in his brain.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...

He was starting to feel hungry, like nails scratching beneath his skin.He wants to tear something up, destroy something...

No...he wants to destroy himself more...

He wanted to crush something in his head... completely, and disperse what was hidden in it...

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Zhu Helan opened his eyes and found himself standing in a familiar place that no longer existed.

The cave where Nanhai Chongliu and Mr. Gou Chen lived in seclusion, and the pond in the cave full of strange flowers.He saw Chong Liu, who was only about eight or nine years old, sitting cross-legged on the ground and reciting books, while Mr. Gou Chen was sitting on a stone, holding a book to examine his homework.

Mr. Gou Chen looked very young. He should have been 60 years old at that time, but he looked only in his 30s.Chong Liu really looks very similar to him, his eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same.

Zhu Helan knew that it was because both his and Chong Liu's consciousnesses were connected to the locust tree, and when the locust tree absorbed nutrients from the mother goddess, its power increased greatly, and he and Chong Liu would overlap in consciousness.

He is now in Chong Liu's long-ago memory, but obviously he hasn't gone too deep yet.

He saw that the door of Chongliu's room was open, but there was nothing behind it, so he stepped up and walked there.After entering, it turned out to be another fragment of memory.Chong Liu's age has become even younger, only about six or seven years old.Gou Chen opened a greased paper bag, which contained a few crackers exuding the fragrance of milk.Little Liu'er's eyes were wide open, and her saliva was about to flow out, like a kitten waiting to be fed.

The corners of Zhu Helan's mouth couldn't help but rise, quietly watching this warm scene of master and apprentice getting along for a while, then walked into the next door.

Here, Chong Liu is only five or six years old... But, he looks... something strange.

It's like a clay doll that hasn't been made yet, and the details have not been made in some corners.Chong Liu's hands are a little too long, and they look soft and boneless.He sat on his bed, motionless, without blinking, almost like a doll.

Mr. Gou Chen held a bowl of porridge in his hand, scooped it up with a spoon and blew it, and brought it to Chong Liu's mouth.

Xiao Chongliu didn't respond.

"This is porridge, you have to learn to eat it. People don't eat raw meat every day."

Heavy six still did not respond.

"It's delicious, come, try it." Mr. Gou Chen said patiently, opening his mouth exaggeratedly, "Open your mouth like this."

Chong Liu finally obeyed hesitantly, but when Mr. Gou Chen fed a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, he didn't close his mouth in time, causing all the porridge to flow out and spill all over his body.

Gou Chen appeared and sighed, and helplessly picked up the handkerchief to wipe Chong Liu's clothes, and said with a wry smile, "You little thing is too difficult to raise."

It seems that the birth of Chong Liu from Yuantangchi is not far away.Zhu Helan watched with great interest the scene of Mr. Gou Chen taking care of the child with his hands in his hands, thinking that after he got out, he must make a good joke of his little running hall.

He entered the next door, but froze.

There was no one or anything in front of him, only a pitch-black void, and...a door.

The door seemed to be born out of thin air, standing abruptly in front of Zhu Helan, it was several feet high, and you had to look up to see the top.The heavy stone gate is covered with fossils of conch, coral, and fish bones, covered with thick algae, as if soaked in the depths of the sea for countless years.The door was criss-crossed with rusty iron chains, firmly blocking the door.At the end of the chain hung a rusty lock.

Standing in front of this huge stone gate, Zhu Helan inexplicably felt a coolness permeating from the depths of his soul.There was a vast and evil aura coming out from behind the door, ready to move, he could almost hear the non-existent impact.

Why is there a door in the deepest part of Chong Liu's consciousness?

What kind of door is this?what's behind the door

Zhu Helan took a few steps forward, and with each step, the strong sense of oppression deepened.He had to stop about ten paces from the door, and couldn't move a step.

Such a huge stone gate is blocked by these rusty chains?

At this moment, everything suddenly started to vibrate violently, making Zhu Helan lose his balance and fell to the ground.Thunder came from an unknown direction, echoing dully in Zhu Helan's mind, stirring up chaos.

Zhu Helan only felt that every time the thunder sounded, his brain seemed to be pierced by an awl.Countless random chaotic thoughts cluttered his consciousness, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

He suddenly realized that this was not thunder...

It's... drums!