Haunted Places Live

Lynch's real appearance spread out on the surface of the earth.Countless tentacles bloomed from his body, accompanied by the dreamlike light wheel of the star color.He raised his head, opened his lips, and sang loudly.His singing is in harmony with Chu Yang's extremely depressed, dark, gloomy, but extremely perfect piano sound, just like positive matter and antimatter colliding with each other, something new is born from this collision, something extremely ancient and terrifying strength.

The sound of the piano, the singing, the tentacles and the vines, their bodies are tightly intertwined, and the music is also tightly intertwined.They are extending, extending, extending into the consciousness of every observer of this reality.This is not limited to the creatures on the earth, but even the lives in every corner of this universe, all the sacred races and second-class races, and the consciousness of all sane creatures are entangled by their extended tentacles, circles, layer by layer.

Chu Yang and Lin Qi have the same consciousness, and they can know what the other is thinking without talking.

"This is not the end." A voice, a voice that did not belong to the two of them sounded in their consciousness at the same time, "This is a new beginning."

New beginning……

Lin Qi looked at the dazed face of Chu Yang who was closely connected with him, his eyes were the most gentle embrace in the world.His tentacles tightly wrapped around Chu Yang's body, pulling him into his arms.Chu Yang's vines also wrapped around his body.

"Don't be afraid, we'll be fine, everyone will be fine." Lynch whispered in their consciousness, "We'll confirm a better reality. Your dad, my mom, everyone who died, will come back to us."

Although Chu Yang no longer remembered who the person in front of him was, he knew that he loved this person just as this person loved him deeply.They seem to have been one from the beginning, spanning nearly a century, and finally found each other.

They need to erase all this ugly, rotten, foul memory, and need to fulfill the mission that was given to them from the beginning.

They want to bring back all the dead, to rewrite all the tragic past, to erase all pain.

So their powerful observation power, which surpasses all the world, entered the consciousness of all things in the world along with their tentacles that spread throughout the universe in their songs and piano sounds.The powerful observation power obliterated all consciousnesses weaker than them. In an instant, cracks appeared in the originally stable reality, and then it was shattered into nothingness in the symphony of destruction created by the two sixth-level observers.

Except for those rebels and exiles from other realities who followed them, all observers disappeared with their native realities.There were no explosions, no brilliant lights, and no terrifying winds and tsunamis.Just like that, quietly, it was gone.As if it never existed.

They naturally fall into the reality closest to them.

In this reality, the country of truth does not exist, but a nuclear war has broken out, and the entire earth has become a death cemetery where nuclear radiation dust is flying everywhere. Only a few survivors are left to hide deep underground. Mutations brought about by radiation, cancer, plunder and slaughter caused by resource shortages, and raging diseases linger on.

The memory of this reality was even more disgusting than their native reality, reeking of rotting corpses soaked in swamp water for three months.So once more they stretched out their tentacles and vines, once more they played their harps and sang their songs.Originally, there were not many observers left here, and they were easily denied by them, and the collapse process was only in the blink of an eye.

The third reality, the fourth reality...

They are so powerful that no observer can stop them.

Then Lin Qiao appeared.

Lin Qiao received an order from the God of Preface to kill his own son with his own hands.But he didn't expect that when he was with Chu Yang, Lin Qi was more powerful than he imagined.His avatars in different realities were defeated again and again, and that reality would be destroyed immediately after.

Although Lin Qiao intended to release water, he didn't dare to make it too obvious.The strength of Lin Qi and Chu Yang surprised him, and he even thought that perhaps Yugosothos was about to win.Perhaps his chess piece this time can really bring about a big collapse.

Until Xu Shen personally took action.

Under the order of Yad Sadag, three powerful preface gods descended into three different realities, dispersed their huge and vast bodies, and squeezed into the bodies of all five-level observers in those three realities , lest their radiance and pure order should have a destructive effect on those realities, thereby bringing about the polar ordering of the entire universe.

When the three prefaces surrounded Lin Qi and Chu Yang wearing the bodies of sixty fifth-level observers, Lin Qi vaguely realized that they might not be able to win this time.

After all, they're only human.Even if they are endowed with the power of gods, they will never be gods.Even one Preface God is enough to devour them, not to mention there are three now.

He could feel the same fear that Chu Yang had, the instinctive fear of death and nothingness.They still don't know where they will go after death, as an individual in reality.If there is no heaven, no hell, only these gods who don't care whether they live or die, only these countless ugly and painful realities.what is left after death

Is it really eternal nothingness?Just like those realities and memories that were erased by them, it seems that they never existed.

When the overwhelming scorching power of Xu Shen fell in front of them, Lin Qi closed his eyes and held Chu Yang's hand tightly.It doesn't matter, he thought, at least we are not alone.

At least we can go into nothingness together.

Anyway, they have nothing to miss, they have each other, such a death is also a kind of happiness.

But he didn't expect that Chu Yang suddenly turned around and hugged him.The vines wrapped them around layer by layer, so tight and thoughtful.He saw Chu Yang smiling at him in the light of the stars and the filthy twins. The smile was simple and warm, just like the smile kissed by the sunset on the boat in Venice that afternoon.

"I remember who you are." Chu Yang said to him with a sigh, "Lin Qi, my love."

Then, Xu Shen's light penetrated through the gaps in the vines, and he saw Chu Yang's smile burning in that hot and holy light.To see those he loved burn to ashes in the light.

And his own body also started to burn.

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But Lynch is not dead.

He should have died, but at the last moment, Chu Yang blocked most of the power of Xu Shen with his body.Chu Yang was wiped out, and Lin Qi was seriously injured and carbonized, and he seemed to be dead.But when Xu Shen wanted to stretch out his white tentacles to roll up his dilapidated "corpse", something stole him away.

The moment Lynch woke up, he let out a terrible scream.

He kept screaming and saying "no no no no no!!!!!!"

He doesn't want to live, he doesn't want to live alone.

His Chu Yang was gone, not anymore.

At that moment, he even hated Chu Yang.Why protect him with your own body?Why leave him alone in this countless rotten realities?

What should he do?What should I do?

The exiles took care of Lynch, because his body was aging so badly that he looked like an old man over a hundred years old.His body was as thin as a skeleton, his bones were stunned, his skin was wrinkled and collapsed, his hair was white and thin, his eyes were cloudy and empty, and every inch of his body exuded the unique smell of decay of an old man.He was lying on the bed, and he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.His few attempts were stopped by Xu Bai and others in time.

It was Chu Yang's friend Xu Bai who slapped him across the face in the end that stopped him from suicidal thoughts.

"Do you want to throw away the life Chu Yang gave you?!"

Well, it turned out that he didn't even have the qualifications to die.

He raised his hand, only to find that there was no trace of star color on the skinny hand covered with age spots.Most of the stars were killed and evaporated in the power of Xu Shen.The only ones who were forced by some force to repair Lynch's dying body also disappeared.

Lynch still doesn't know who saved him from Xu Shen.The exiles were not very clear either, only saying that they were a huge shadow moving from the distant land.Clearly, the sky above his head was clear and there was no shelter, but the shadow really existed.And the color is far darker than any other shadow.The shadow rolled to this temporary shelter for exiles hidden in a certain mountain in reality, and suddenly began to shrink, and finally disappeared.Only the dying Lynch was left on the ground.

One night, Lynch had a dream.In the dream, he saw Chu Yang, a black Chu Yang.

He knew it wasn't Chu Yang, because the aura emanating from the opponent's body was too treacherous, the eyeballs rolling too fast and sometimes too slow, as well as the slight abnormalities in those subtle places, all let him know that it was not Chu Yang. .

But he still cried, he missed Chu Yang so much, but he couldn't even dream of him.He dragged his decayed and aging body forward, wanting to hug Chu Yang, even if it was just the same face.But the opponent is not an entity, but a colorful shadow, which cannot be grasped at all.

That "Chu Yang" smiled at him and said to him, "Do you know why you failed?"

Lynch stared at him blankly, and asked numbly, "Who are you?"

"You know who I am." The facial features of "Chu Yang" were slowly shifting and deforming, changing into many other forms.Sometimes a black pharaoh, sometimes a beautiful oriental woman, sometimes a monster without a face, sometimes a misshapen bat.But in the end, it was fixed on Chu Yang's face again.

Lynch does know who he is.

Nyarlathotep, the only God of Entropy who can act in the Universe of Gods of Preface.Because of his secretive and cunning actions, he never confronted the God of Preface head-on.

"You saved me." Lynch looked at him numbly, "Why?"

"Because your potential has not been fully exploited. You are the strongest Lynch in all realities, and your mission has not been completed." Nyarlathotep made a weird smile on Chu Yang's face, making people scalp Numb.

"I have become like this, what is the use value?"

"You will be fine, you just need to embrace who you really are and release all your potential." Nyarlathotep said, raising his hand, holding an ancient parchment in his hand.

Familiar parchment—Kalcosa's Epic of the King in Yellow.

Chu Yang had read the long poem, but Lynch hadn't.

"You should finish reading this." Nyarlathotep said softly, "Although your Chu Yang is strong, he is not the strongest one. After reading this long poem, go find the strongest Chu Yang .Go to Chu Yang who owns the Necronomicon. Let him help you destroy everything and open the closed reality."

Lynch looked at the treacherous god expressionlessly, "What if I refuse?"

"You will not refuse, because you want to see your Chu Yang again, and there is only this way." Nyarlathotep took a step back, raised his head, and looked into the void.

Lynch also raised his head.

He found that there was something on top of his head.

It seems that there is nothing.

That thing is too huge, too huge for human cognition to comprehend.It is so pervasive, like air, that man cannot perceive it, recognize it, comprehend its majesty and terror.

That was the beginning of the universe, the beginning of everything.It was a nucleus of eternal sleep.

The god of ignorance, the core of the universe, the beginning of all things - Azathoth.

Azathoth, who is currently controlled by the sequence god.

"My Lord contains everything and nothing. It has no consciousness, but it is omnipotent." Nyarlathotep's demonic voice came to Lynch's ears along with the darkness that seemed to be slowly rotating above his head, accompanied by some kind of Strange, hair-raising distant drumming.

Endless fear and instinctive humility and surrender in the face of too great and vast things made Lynch's already fragile knees weak.Unknowingly, he knelt on the ground, opened his bloodshot and tearful eyes, and looked at the true truth of the countless universes.

Countless tumors, swellings, decay, death, change, and rebirth are all contained in the folds of the huge god's body.The God of Entropy, the God of Preface, the Holy Race, the Observer... are like countless fleas, surviving on its majestic body.

"As long as the closed reality can be opened, the God of Preface will lose control of Azathoth. At that moment, your consciousness will be integrated into Azathoth. You can create a new reality, whatever you want The people you see, the things you want to happen, will appear. You will become a part of God and gain eternal life." Nyarlathotep paused, and said with a voice that seemed to be smiling, "Of course, you also I can see you again, Chu Yang, and there is no power that can separate the two of you."

Chu Yang...

His Chu Yang...

Chu Yang, who died because of him...

As long as he can be found again, Lynch is willing to pay any price, even if it means selling his soul.

So when the black hand handed the scroll to him again, he didn't refuse.He took the scroll, and slowly opened it with trembling and aging hands...

The next morning there was a cry of surprise from the exile who entered his cabin with his breakfast.

In the morning light coming in from the window, Lynch was bending over to wash his face with the water in the basin.Drops of water slid down his beautiful and fair mixed-race face, as well as his thick and smooth hair. The pair of hands holding the water were slender and white, as if they had never been parasitized by the color of the stars.

Lynch raised his head, looked at the exile, and smiled faintly.Deep in those beautiful eyes, there is a crazy darkness that no one can see.

The author has something to say: I finally finished writing this unit...