Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 402 Lian Zhou Heads To Hellfire

"I..." Luo Binhan said, "I think it's..."

He murmured a little stutteringly.Under the ominous and flaming sky, the dark clouds resembled the flying smoke of insects, making his peaceful and beautiful childhood memories strange.Some hazy thoughts sprouted in his head, making him notice that there are many details hidden in this perceptual memory, which are so unexamined and extremely weird.

They should have been very young then, he thought uncertainly, the picture of Zhou Yu sitting on the bow is still clearly in his memory.At that time, Zhou Yu was wearing a white shirt, light blue sportswear and dark black trousers.That was their school uniform in junior high school.But not the third or second year of junior high school, otherwise they would not be able to squander such a long vacation in the mountains.Moreover, Zhou Yu was rarely included in that memory, which is enough to prove that it was an earlier period in their junior high school life.But if that's the case, why would the adults allow the little ghosts from the two cities to drive around the mountains alone in a boat?How did they find a ship in such good condition in the middle of nowhere?
They shouldn't even be there.Luo Binhan still clearly remembered how high and steep the rocky gorge that the stream passed through was, and the mountains and forests stretched endlessly, covering all the way to the end of the sky.That can't be the scene around Lihai City, but in Luo Binhan's ancestral home in the country, what can be seen should be many scattered and delicate small peaks, interspersed with paddy fields and stairways, and winding mountain roads that are becoming more and more mature.If the scenic stream really existed, and the surrounding area was so safe that even two children could take a boat tour, it should have been developed into a famous tourist attraction long ago.

However, compared with all these doubts, Luo Binhan cared more about the shining cold star in Zhou Yu's hand.It might just be a thumbtack, a small pebble, or the blade of a scalpel—at that time Zhou Yu had already accumulated a lot of knowledge about medicine that his peers did not have, which came from his father who was a well-known brain expert—no matter Anyway, since Luo Binhan never saw Zhou Yu holding it after that summer, it was probably nothing important.

But Luo Binhan felt that thing was very familiar.The cold star in his memory is looming in front of his eyes, shining with a metallic luster that makes him uneasy, like a key to the terrifying truth.Why was it caught in Zhou Yu's hands?What exactly caused his uneasiness?

Luo Binhan thought hard about this question.He even forgot what a dangerous and weird situation he was in, just mechanically controlled the kink in his hand.The lotus-leaf boat floated forward in the water waves, as if he was gradually groping deeper into the memory.Suddenly Garfield's voice rang in his head.

"Your mind is confused," it said.

It was only then that Luo Binhan remembered that he was not alone even in his thoughts.It was inappropriate for an alien monster to learn his private secrets, but at the moment he had no feeling of caring in his heart, and he only wanted to catch the cold star that flickered in the void.

That thing was very familiar... At a moment when he hadn't aroused his vigilance, a symbol full of dangerous metaphors, something that should never appear in his childhood memory.Luo Binhan was almost about to catch it, but the lotus-leaf boat shook violently, and he realized that the river on both sides was narrowing, and the river became swift and hot.

He quickly adjusted the kinks, avoiding the overly dense withered lotus bushes.Leng Xing's light quickly faded away, but he still couldn't catch anything.After a while, the lotus leaf boat sailed into the second bend of the river. There was nothing on the river, and the dried lotus bushes disappeared completely.

The rapids pushed the lotus-leaf boat forward, so that Luo Binhan didn't have to do any extra operations.He had to lie on his side to relieve the torment of the hot wind behind him.While recalling the mysterious past that he had lost, he observed the scenes on both sides of the strait.The vertical peaks standing along the coast are as steep as smoke columns, and there is no grass on the surface.He wanted to know what was going on behind the mountain peak, but when he tried his best to look out of the peak, he could only vaguely find some kind of huge, distant shadow that seemed to go straight to the zenith, like the outline of the mountain peak.Such shadows were arranged on both sides of the river, and Luo Binhan found a total of eight.

All the shadows reaching the sky all showed a slightly darker orange.The top dipped into a sky as red and bright as molten iron.The clouds were so low that it felt like the hellish sea of ​​fire overhead was about to descend at any moment.Luo Binhan completely lost the true appearance of Leng Xing in his memory, so he had no choice but to give up temporarily, looking gloomily at the approaching flaming sky.

"The end is like fire," Garfield said in his head, "but like ice."

"Where is the ice?" Luo Binhan replied listlessly.

Garfield explained that it was just a metaphor, a confrontation between eternal chaos and order, and no matter what form it would lead to doomed death.

It describes a legend about death and trials.In the space-time disordered place where the seven hills rise, in the wind of the red sand that ends the world, decompose all the substances that exist in the world.The soul-devouring glow dances on the tomb of the stars, accompanied by the endless rumble of the abyss machine.Only the most gifted dreamer could come near, cast a dim glimpse of the abyss, and flee in utter terror and madness.

These incomprehensible babbles were not threatening, but only made Luo Binhan feel deeply sleepy.When Garfield talked about the song of all things, Luo Binhan's head sank suddenly and fell into an extremely restless sleep.He knew that he had fallen asleep, but he was strangely awake, as if it was just a kind of bodily paralyzed doze.There was a voice whispering in his ear, and he thought it was Garfield still telling the story.

"The Pillars of Earth," said the voice vaguely like insects, "look, they are collapsing."

Luo Binhan was still soundly asleep.In his dream, he could see everything around him, the eight distant pillars of shadows encircling the river, with countless light fragments flying from the top.He could see how clear and beautiful those points of light were, like melting moonlight.

He still heard the voice speaking, whispering things he had never heard before.In the far realms of the Nether, on the fringes of eternal hellfire and dreams, great kings are born from the void.He has infinite light and heat, from which nine rays of light are separated, and then covered with embers of hellfire, becoming a pillar of heaven supporting the lower realm.The world was thus isolated from the hellfire, and all living things sprouted from the accumulated ashes.

"Lights of Creation," the voice said to him, "with which the king created the kingdoms of the earth. His peripheral vision fell into the earth, and from the ashes crawled tiny maggots. They grew in different places and changed in different ways. It’s different. He left the world to these sons of ashes to take care of, and he himself lived in the depths of the mist in the center of the kingdom... His flesh and blood, his descendants, were also born in that mist.”

The more the voice spoke, the more Robinhan realized it wasn't Garfield, or Assabam, or even anyone he knew.The voice was between the whimpering wind and the buzzing of insects, men, women and children who couldn't distinguish the timbre.But Luo Binhan could understand every sentence and every word it said.He felt that the thing was clinging to him, surrounding him, but he didn't feel panic at all.Through the veil of sleep, the nameless thing seemed to be trying to make some kind of plea to him.His heart has been touched by that heavy sorrow, wondering where it all started.

The country of fog.The voice repeated.The hellfire is approaching.Go to the Light of Creation.

The wind rustled.Luo Binhan felt that his body was falling.He still knew that he was lying sideways on the lotus-leaf boat, crossing the scorched earth bank with the rapids, but at the same time, his consciousness followed the sound away, riding the wind and mist, into the dark and quiet dream of winter.

(End of this chapter)