Haunted Places Live

When the power of the preface descended, Lin Qi and Chu Yang rode the black giant Shoggoth with dense eyeballs, broke through the hard rock formation, and quickly approached the buried stone statue.Across the thick rock wall, they could still feel the hair-raising evil, like thick slime, pushing from all directions.

Chu Yang, who had read the long poem of Calcosa the King in Yellow, was in Shoggoth's arms, his eyes were wide open, his pulse was beating rapidly, and his breathing was audible.Lynch held his hand tightly, like holding a kite that was about to fly away from the earth, humming a soothing song in his ear over and over again.

After Chu Yang finished reading the long poem, he began to see things.

It was a strange feeling. He could still see the surrounding scenes, but at the same time, some vivid scenes and fragments kept appearing in his mind, and even the voice of words echoed.As if some valve in his mind was opened, too many clips and sounds poured into his mind like a tsunami.

He recognized that those were memories.

The memory of tens of thousands of people.

He didn't know how he could perceive so many people's memories at the same time and each one was clear and distinct, as if his mind had been forcibly expanded, and his body had become a huge container, a container of memories.

Contrary to what many people understand, memory is actually fragmented, fuzzy and distorted.The concept of the past does not exist. Those things that have happened are analyzed by the mind, closely linked with the emotions and perceptions experienced at that time, and stored in the mind in a special way.Just like many small bricks and stones, they are taken out and reassembled when needed.But the combined appearance is usually different from the original appearance, or even completely different, distorted according to the way you want.And some bad memories will be deeply buried in the subconscious, and they will not be allowed to enter the superficial consciousness for the purpose of self-protection.

But it is the reorganization of these unique memories that creates a person's understanding and certainty of his own experience, and his own certainty is derived from this.

At first, what Chu Yang perceives is the memory of countless people at this moment, no matter whether they are multi-dimensional observers or zero-level observers.Mostly short-term memories, with occasional long-term memories that carry more intense emotional or perceptual imprints but blurry images.

But the closer he got to the statue, the more voices he heard, and even more long-term, even repressed memories.It was as if he was forced to read the memory of the whole world, the whole life of each person at the same time.

And this is never a good feeling.

Endless fear, endless pain, endless sadness, endless regret, endless hatred, endless malice... There are so few happy memories, just like a few flickering sparks, trying to burn in the dark storm.

Beyond that, there is mediocrity.

There is no sorrow, no dream, no happiness, and no pain.Follow the group and act indifferently, like a mindless bug, spending an insignificant life meaninglessly.Everyone obviously fears this the most, but in the end most of them embarked on this path.

All the memories are superimposed together, and finally it turns out to be a disgusting, corrupt gray mixed with oily green.

This is the collective memory of this reality.

Do they live in such a world?Such a rotten world.

Lynch's voice was the last thing he could hold on to, the only reminder of who he was and what he was supposed to do.His memory has been gradually corroded by the impact of so many memories, and he is not sure how much he will have left in the end.

When he took out the cello and started to play the music, trying to modify the memory of this world, the preface struck.

No one knows when Antonio became a pawn of Xu Shen, maybe he has been from the beginning.For fear of destroying the established order and balance, the God of Preface does not easily perform miracles. The past few times have been recorded in different religious scriptures by zero-level observers.Including great floods, sky fires, famines, plagues... and this time, it turned out to be with the help of the believers of the entropy god.

The power of the gods runs through the earth through mysterious rituals and formations, and all creatures within this range should be wiped out.

The extreme order is to eliminate all the chaos and randomness in the changes, and return the matter to the most stable state.The human body, which relies on the delicate balance between order and chaos to exist, will be decomposed and forcibly transformed by such forces.The body is rapidly carbonized, and finally dispersed into the most stable inert gas. This process is called "polarization".

The whole process is quick but extremely painful, like burning in the hottest karmic fire in the world, and when a part of the body is vaporized, the mind is even conscious.Then thinking will become slow and stop, and finally there is nothing left.

There is no life in extreme order.It's like utter chaos.

In that extremely holy and pure light, Lynch's first reaction was to hug Chu Yang tightly.He vaguely knew that they might die, without even a soul, and become eternal nothingness.But he wasn't too scared, the heat in his arms gave him endless comfort.

But I don't know if the statue of Nyarlathotep neutralized a lot of the power of the gods for them, or because they themselves have already surpassed the level that the power of the order can neutralize, they did not die.Not only did they not die, this life-threatening stimulus even activated something dormant in the bodies of both of them.

On the contrary, Lynch began to feel a strange itching quickly awakening in his body, spreading to all his limbs.Chu Yang's chest in his arms also opened huge petals, separating the two of them, and then the vines of the filthy twins exploded from the open chest as if out of control.

In the cyan light permeating the vines, Chu Yang's eyes gradually changed, dark brown was stained by a strange golden green, and his expression gradually became hollow and dull.Countless consciousnesses, countless memories, gathered into a huge indescribable shadow.Something huge and unrecognizable by ordinary people stretched out silky tentacles towards him, wrapping around his brain like caressing.

And Lynch felt that his body was deforming.

Something is constantly growing out of the body, quickly extending to all directions.He lowered his head, only to find that his feet were gone, replaced by countless strips that spread rapidly, like worms, or tentacles, and the dark and shiny skin was covered with fine blood vessels like spider webs, exuding The flesh-colored suction cups were covered with dirty colored fluorescent slime exuding a rotten smell, and the sharp venomous thorns were arranged in circles, sometimes docile and sometimes upside down.

He felt himself stretch out, and all the hard rock turned into soft rotten flesh, which he tore and cut with ease.

He didn't understand what had changed in him, but amidst the weird numbness, he actually felt some kind of relief-like pleasure.It seemed that the cage that had confined him all this time was finally opened, and he was completely released and restored to his original self.

For a moment, he vaguely understood that he was always like this.

He was his father's son after all.

The vines and tentacles of the two were tightly intertwined, inseparable.The earth around them rumbled, pushing and moaning around them, bursting upwards.Their limbs burst into the air, bursting like dazzling fireworks.He and Chu Yang's spiritual will seem to be connected together, he can perceive all of Chu Yang's thoughts, emotions and memories, and he can perceive the memories of the whole world.This memory is ugly, mutilated, dirty.Even though they are the great cornerstones on which the world is defined, it is crumbling and extremely fragile.

When the two of them were lifted up into the sky by countless surging tentacles and vines, they looked down on those ants-like people who looked too small like some kind of powerful evil god.

All the members of the four Holy See, the special forces soldiers organized by various countries, and the rebels who are being suppressed by the power of the order of the gods raised their shocked and frightened eyes, looking at the forest of constantly dancing vines and tentacles Awakened twin demigods.

Everything around began to shake, uncertain like a sugar cube dropped into water and melted.The observation power of Lin Qi and Chu Yang is so strong that it overwhelms the combined observation power of all observers in this reality.

Antonio finally showed a terrified look, and muttered, no, no, shouldn't...they should be dead already.

When he took a step back and wanted to escape, suddenly several cyan vines covered with strange red flowers surrounded him from all directions, and the flexible branches carried leaves and flowers that did not belong to this world along Antonio's fingers and feet. Spreading to his torso, the highly corrosive acid instantly burned the Great Elder's clothes, and the magician who always had a winning expression screamed fiercely.

All helicopters, tanks, and heavy machine guns aimed at the two people in the air, and fired at the same time almost instantly.The roar caused by the strong attack shook the ground, and the flames glowed red, turning the night into dawn.

But from the fierce flames, a huge tentacle with a sinister aura rose up, whistling like a long whip across the sky.The helicopters collided with each other under tremendous force, and clouds of explosion smoke bloomed in the air.Immediately afterwards was Roiger in the Unholy Twins, rushing out of flames like a purple sun, the original spherical body was split from the middle, but inside was endless nothingness.It opened its toothless mouth full of pure death, and began to devour all enemies.

At this time, Antonio felt a depressing and painful voice.

"Your memory is too dirty."

Antonio recognized that it was Chu Yang's voice, his eyes widened in horror, and he opened his mouth to speak.But a vine quickly got into his throat and blocked his mouth.

Thousands of branches gradually receded to the sides, revealing Chu Yang's strange eyes that were empty and glowing with golden-green fluorescence.

"You pushed my father out as your scapegoat." Chu Yang's voice became different from before, as if it was more empty, more... ruthless, "Now, I see everything."

Endless fear poured into Antonio's body, but before he could get scared, his body was torn apart.The flesh and blood were torn apart abruptly, and the internal organs fell to the ground like rain. The blood was on the body of a fourth-level member of the Presbyterian Church. He screamed and ran away like crazy in fright.

Shoggoths gushed out from the ground, rolling down on the soldiers on the ground like black mountains.At the same time, the power of the Sequence God also obviously dimmed, infected and swallowed by a dark smoke that diffused from Lynch's tentacles, and completely extinguished after a short while.Those rebels whose blood was burned by the power of the Sequence God then regained their ability to move, each releasing their own stigmata, or transforming into huge monsters, or manipulating a monster that can instantly burn people to death. Ashes, fire that melted steel into water, fell back on all the forces that surrounded them.The two evil gods in the sky gave them endless courage and strength, and everyone else exploded with observation abilities beyond the normal level.

At this time, Chu Yang turned his head to look at Lin Qi in mid-air.At that moment, Lin Qi felt that he could not recognize Chu Yang's expression.

There was blood on his face, but there was no movement in his eyes.

Lin Qi couldn't even feel Chu Yang's memory, what he could see was the memory of other people.

Everyone else's memory.

The moment his eyes made contact, Lin Qi knew that Chu Yang might really have reached his limit this time.

"I don't want these memories." Chu Yang said, raising his hands.There is obviously no cello in his arms, but he seems to be holding an invisible qin. The moment he presses the strings and draws the bow, there is really music playing.

That music is not issued from the "qin", but from the collision and vibration of every molecule in the air, everywhere and pervasive.

Not only here, I am afraid that this music is echoing in the whole reality.It was a very beautiful piece of music, with loneliness and sadness permeating every note, like a whale swimming alone under the moon, constantly singing a sad song that no one could respond to.

Lynch had never heard Chu Yang play this song before, and probably wrote it after reading the long poem of Calcosa, the king in yellow.

An extremely powerful piece of music, a terrifying weapon that breaks people's minds and dissolves all memories.

Chu Yang's vines spread in all directions, but disappeared into the void in the distance.His tentacles did not disappear, but drilled into a higher dimension, like a fine net of vines, enveloping the entire reality.The music vibrated relentlessly along his vines, reality began to crack,

Lin Qi understood what Chu Yang wanted to do.

If he wants to erase the memory of reality, there is only one way, destroying this reality.

Ruin a dirty reality that no longer cares about the two of them.

Lin Qi knew that the moment Chu Yang said might have arrived.His Chu Yang would never do such an extreme thing, but under the impact of the memory of more than one billion people in the world, Chu Yang's own memory and personality have been shattered, leaving only instinct, the instinct of destruction.

Chu Yang asked Lynch to kill him as long as he was no longer himself.

But how could Lynch do it?

How could he cut off the only and last light in his long life.

The way Chu Yang was choked when we first met, the way he looked curious and scared, the way he curled up sleeping on the ground, the way he was molested by him, the way he was ashamed and angry, the way he played the cello under the sunset, waiting for him to kiss The self-reporting embarrassment, and the tears of pain and despair when reading his memories... These all seem to have been seen yesterday. In the past 80 years, except for Chu Yang, no one else could give him that peaceful, home-like feeling.

And what has this world given him?

Nothing but darkness, nothing but despair, nothing but death.It swallowed his mother, his "father", his "brother", and Chu Yang's father...

It keeps devouring and devouring, like a giant beast that can never be fed.

But it is not the only one, there are so many realities, so many possibilities, why keep such a dark and depraved version?Even if everyone dies, it's not really dead, they continue to exist in other realities, don't they?

If you don't kill Chu Yang, you can only help him.

After all, if you want to destroy a reality, Chu Yang alone can't do it, you can only partially collapse some areas.

If such Chu Yang falls into the hands of a zero-level observer, he will be executed immediately.In this reality, they have no place to stand.

He remembered Lin Qiao's words: No matter who stops them, get rid of them.Even if that person is Lin Qiao himself.

Lin Qi looked at Chu Yang's hollow, shell-like face, and made a choice.

He chose Chu Yang, even if Chu Yang might never recover, he would still choose him.

Even if this choice leads him to the abyss.