Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

"No, no, it shouldn't be like this..."

Rabbit has also lived in the East District for two years. He has faced various life-threatening situations, but whether it is those threatening fists or blades, he has learned to bear it silently or try his best to escape.

He always has a way to escape, and the partners he matched with each other found a way to survive in the cracks. They haven't grown up to that day yet, unlike those older children who have completely lost trust in others.

Such friendships are tenuous and may break at any time, and the children understand that, but because they have no one to rely on, they reluctantly reach out to each other.

Rabbit and Jayne never talked about "death". They both regarded themselves as mice, and they might be caught by stronger people one day, and then fell into a certain sewer, so they only cared about living .

But it shouldn't be like this, this inexplicable, unreasonable weakness.

Jayne's face was almost purple, he coughed hard, and more blood foamed on his chest.

"Jayne! I'm fine, I'll take you away!" The rabbit struggled to put Jayne on his back, but found that Jayne's body was limp and he had no strength left.

Everyone on the street was coughing, bellows-like painful gasps one after another, resounding above everyone's heads like a dead nerve through an alarm bell ringing casually.

despair.

The rabbit's limbs also began to lose strength, and he fell to the ground like Jayne. When he thought he was going to suffer from the same disease, he suddenly felt something warm in his arms.

Following his intuition, he took out the paper bag, which was made of light cinnamon hair.

The rabbit can't see the ring of light around him that is constantly being constructed and shattered in the plague, and can't see the symbols transmitted from the hair knot to his body. He is just an ordinary person, and he can't see those increasingly weak lights. The kisses that kept him close to helping him resist the disease will soon be completely wiped out.

The panic-stricken rabbit got up, tightly gathered the strands of hair in his palms, and tears suddenly poured out uncontrollably, leaving two clear water stains on his face:

"Hamel...is it Hamel? Please! Please save us, I don't want to die, and neither does Jayne!"

Jayne's cough gradually weakened, and every exhalation and inhalation of him seemed to be elongated and intermittent in the perception of time.

"We don't want to die here, who will save us! Jayne..."

The rabbit looked at the street at the other end with tears in his eyes. There was no one standing here anymore. Some breathing sounds were still struggling, and some had lost their voices, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

The rabbit let out a roar with all its strength, and his tears dripped into the dust. The unwilling, resentful, and begging cry was difficult to convey through the thick poisonous fog:
"please!"

The light he held tightly in his hand shattered, and a thick mist of toxins poured into his nostrils and throat.

The rabbit vaguely saw a light, unlike the blazing and violent sun, but gentle and gentle, it lit up from a tiny spot, and then it gradually spread, occupying his entire field of vision.

"save……"

save us.

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As Esther was running deep into the East District, the moment she stepped into the yellow-black mist, she felt a strong discomfort in her chest.

Since she came into this world, she has never been sick.

Light emerged from Esther's forehead, outlining a circle, and such symbols quickly spread throughout her body, quickly restoring her state affected by the plague.

Esther realized instantly - this is not a normal smog, this is an extraordinary ability!

Even her body needs to mobilize all the power contained in it to fight, so that she will not be affected.

The poisonous mist continued to spread outwards, and the place where the sight line seemed to be covered with a yellow-black gauze.

A woman was coughing so hard that she almost retched her internal organs.She was so weak that she lay prone on the ground, and a young boy next to the woman was lying on the woman's arm, pushing her hard, calling the word "mother" anxiously and vaguely, occasionally mixed with two coughs.

The woman touched the cloth bag at hand, and the potatoes contained in it rolled out "gululu", wrapped in a coat of black pepper-like sand.

Esther could tell just by listening, that the woman's respiratory system was too affected by the disease, no matter how hard her heart pumped, it couldn't squeeze more oxygen from her exhausted lungs, and soon, this The failure would have spread to all her organs.

The boy, like Esther, didn't understand what was happening in front of him. He just cried and tried to get his mother, who was holding hands and praising him for being smart a moment ago, to get up from the ground and continue to take him on the way home. I'm still looking forward to today's dinner menu, and I'm looking forward to my father rushing back from the pier to tell me about the adventures of the sailors singing on the waves and setting sail.

The potato hit a dead rat that was spitting blood.

what is their dinnerbaked beans?Mashed potatoes?Potatoes and carrots stewed up and eaten with black bread?

Is there anyone else waiting for her to go home with him?

Esther shouldn't hesitate, she can't save everyone, she must find the rabbit calling her instead of delaying here...

How many people still fell in the mist like this?
This was just a thought that passed by in just two seconds. The time in Esther's mind seemed to be slowed down. In fact, her running speed did not change. It was the time around her that was lengthened, which gave her A little more room for thinking.

So Esther made her choice too.

It was as if a piece of fireworks exploded between her hair, and the star-like light spots spread out and spread to the street, following the will and grief for life, and merged into the frail body that was dying.

One place after another the lights light up, weaving a long carpet of gold and silver, and in all the places where the destiny is touched by the light spots, light-colored rings emerge, turning into chains that keep the vitality circulating, prolonging the battle with death. The tug of war between.

Esther's hair was fading rapidly, and as more and more light spots fluttered and fell, a "galaxy" spread out where she was running, and the trembling hair due to her actions was only left with silver white.

But this is not enough, far from enough.

The area occupied by the smog is still spreading, and the streets that Esther passes are only a few twists and turns. With her power, only one in ten thousand people can be rescued.She felt that she was the Jingwei facing the sea, picking up stones in vain to fill a gully that could never be filled.

Esther has a lot of questions, a lot of "why". She doesn't understand why Backlund, which has always been undercurrent, has developed to this point. It would be so brutal and ruthless to put suffering into the mouths of the residents of the East District, forcing them to swallow the most unreasonable things. fruit of death.

She didn't know that the intricate forces behind it were negotiating peace, that the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect were jointly planning a disaster, and that Ince Zangwill brought 0-08 to create a script for another city.

The falling light spots began to give her continuous feedback, stuffing people's near-death despair and pain into Esther's mind. Their calls, prayers and curses, their resentment towards all these, and their desire for survival were clearly captured by those The point of light perception makes Esther resonate with it constantly.

"Bastard! Shit! Why!? I can't fall here, I have to go home, I will be able to go home for the New Year soon, why..."

"My chest seems to be on fire, can anyone help me..."

"Mom, wake up, don't close your eyes! I'm so scared, cough cough!"

"It doesn't matter who is good, what god is good, please! Help me! It hurts, my whole body hurts..."

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die, who will save me!?"

"I really hate this weather. I can't control my body anymore. I'm sorry, father, mother, I can't send my letter..."

"So uncomfortable, so scary! Why did this happen? Those damn smog!"

"The wind is coming..."

"Am I going to die? Is that the end?"

Esther seems to have become a signal tower, unfiltered, receiving everyone's emotions and appeals into her head, and she is being forced to witness everything that does not belong to her.

It's too heavy for anyone.

Esther's running movements became more and more mechanized, and the voices in her head seemed to be a symphony echoing in the most magnificent palace, struggling, colliding, whirling and percussing in her perception, creating illusory aftermath.

But she never forgot her original goal. Esther stretched out her hand into the air where nothing existed. She seemed to have vaguely grasped a slender spider thread. The fragile soft thread was in danger and seemed to be torn off at any time.

A little more, a little more time...

The flow of time around her was slowly lengthened, which made her run faster and faster, and the scattered light behind her continued to erode the scope of the fog, propping up more and more conspicuous light films, and more and more fainted on the street. The residents of the border and the unconscious East District were covered under their own protection.

But in contrast, the resonant sounds that Esther felt were getting bigger and bigger. Even if she was still facing the reef of the tide at this moment, she would always be unable to hold on for a moment and was crushed into powder by those desperate voices.

Not enough, not far enough!
Esther finally ran into an alley, and saw the rabbit with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, whose eyes were gradually losing focus, and Jayne, a black-haired boy who was unconscious next to him.

The thread in her hand snapped suddenly.

"……rabbit?"

Esther threw herself on the boy's side, and under the palm of his chest, there was only the weaker and weaker heartbeat.

When he heard Esther's voice, the rabbit's eyes suddenly recovered, and his eyes focused on Esther's face that was exposed without covering the mask.

The rabbit coughed, and smiled softly: "Haha, let me just say, Jayne said you were disfigured...you must have lied to me..."

The light golden ring quickly spread along Esther's palm, and soon covered the whole body of the rabbit and Jayne, barely maintaining their vitality until the moment of death.

Esther's body also trembled, and those spots of light were still spreading outward, but there was so little life she could save.

"Hamel...help us..."

Rabbit raised his hand vigorously and grabbed Esther's wrist. His eyes were sometimes chaotic and sometimes sober, and he was repeating the state of this moment.

Esther closed her eyes, tears drenched the wailing and cries for help that kept echoing in her mind.

"What a capricious request."

Another voice sounded from the depths, across the endless pain of the living, and touched Esther's consciousness.

"Want to save them?"

I want to save them.

"why?"

Because that's what I think.

"Even if there will be no change? Their fate is still the same, humble, short and insignificant, and life without any waves will easily perish."

I know that even if there is no change, even if there are still struggles and troubles... I want them to live, along the future of infinite possibilities, no matter where it lies.

That voice seemed to be silent for a long time, but time was meaningless to this conversation, and reality only passed in the blink of an eye.

The buzzing became more and more intense, as if a door had been opened deep in Esther's mind.

"Then call on my name and pray to me."

Esther suddenly opened her eyes, the fundus of her eyes turned from light to black, and a light quickly lit up from them, as if to dispel all the mist that enveloped the place.

She opened her mouth, and following the guidance in her mind, recited one sentence after another:
"The legacy of broken fate..."

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