Chapter 47
Natural disasters are unreasonable.
Gu Qingming has always known this.
He had seen the video footage of his parents on the road, where the turbulent water mixed with dirty mud poured into the distance like wild beasts that only knew how to run.
The car his parents were riding in was washed away by the flood, submerged and fell off the cliff without any resistance.
At that moment, Gu Qingming outside the screen only felt his hands and feet were cold and numb.
No one could understand the horror of this natural disaster better than him.
The mysterious fluctuations came quickly, and Gu Qingming tightly protected little Una under him. Facing this sudden natural disaster, they could do nothing.
"Egeden! Wuwuwu, Wuzhiwenji——"
The ambiguous cry of little Una came from Gu Qingming's ears. In an instant, a mysterious wave with the momentum of destroying the world came shaking and attacked, trying to wipe out all mysterious existences.
A strong wind with an obvious change of direction came, but the expected horror did not come.
A faint, green glow blocked everything.
A strong wind strong enough to tear everything apart roared through the quiet village.
In the pale green light, the whistling sound of the wind covered everything, and silence gradually began to spread.
The mysterious wave, with its overwhelming power, whizzed past casually, as if it didn't notice the few people.
"End, is it over?"
Zheng Qiuji's voice was shaking abnormally. It was the first time for him to come into such close contact with the mysterious waves known as earthquakes in the mysterious world.
Unexpectedly, it ended inexplicably like a dream.
"Just, that's the end?"
Luo Dong murmured to himself, the mysterious wave that was so terrifying in the online class actually let them pass unharmed.
"It's unbelievable, the only sound in the wind is the snow."
Gu Qingming stood up, put away the wind shield in his hand, looked around, and after confirming that there was no longer that terrible oppression, he patted little Una's head.
"This time, it's all thanks to little Una."
He tried hard to put on a gentle smile, even though it looked extremely unnatural and not as friendly as usual.
Little Una looked at the older brothers with tears in her eyes, totally unaware of how amazing what she had just done.
The pale green light dissipated in the heavy snow, hovering around little Una's feet and melting into the snow.
She blocked the fluctuations of the mysterious factor.
The Tree God Tribe in the deep mountains are indeed not ordinary people.
"You are amazing, Oona-chan."
Chu Zhongyuan marveled at it and gave Xiao Una a thumbs up.
The little girl shyly hid behind Gu Qingming and grabbed his sleeves.
A long green wind flashed around Gu Qingming, turning into a snake-like form and exploring the surroundings.
That was what he had found under the guidance of Cao Sheng. It was the form of expression that best suited his en factor and had the slowest threshold reduction.
Originally, he just wanted to see if the terrible oppressive feeling brought by the mysterious wave was no longer around him, but he unexpectedly received a strange message.
"Have you noticed that the village seems unusually quiet?..."
Gu Qingming lowered his voice, as if affected by the quiet environment and did not dare to speak loudly.
"Quiet……"
Chu Zhongyuan thought for a moment, and he and Zheng Qiuji opened the door on the left and right. The four of them took little Una out of the yard, ran to the main road in the village, and looked around.
The courtyard, which should have been brightly lit and full of people chatting and laughing, turned completely dark. Even the occasional barking of dogs had completely disappeared.
Chu Zhongyuan and Gu Qingming were moving faster. They circled along the main road in the village but still did not sense any signs of life.
It was as if the power was turned off in all the rooms at the same time. Everything was completely dark without a trace of light.
But it's just nine o'clock in the evening, and it's impossible for all the villagers to rest so early.
"Uncle Zhang?"
Unspeakable panic broke through the shell of Chu Zhongyuan's heart. He leaned over to the yard of Uncle Zhang next door and knocked on Uncle Zhang's door carefully, but got no response.
On normal days, when there was wind and rain, Uncle Zhang would respond immediately, fearing that he would miss someone in the snow and make the person who was looking for him go in vain. But now the surroundings were as quiet as an empty forest deep in the woods.
There was no response at all.
"Uncle Zhang?!"
Chu Zhongyuan raised his voice and called again, but still got no response.
Gu Qingming thought for a moment, and his fingertips outlined the shape of the extended wind.
He inserted the thin wind stick into the lock core through the gap in the iron gate. The wind automatically condensed into the shape of a key. Gu Qingming poked it around for a while, and the marble inside was hooked to the right position. He reached out and turned it lightly, and the lock was opened instantly.
Chu Zhongyuan and Zheng Qiuji looked at Gu Qingming as if they had seen a ghost.
"Student Xiao Ming...how come you have this skill?"
Chu Zhongyuan looked like he was missing a basin in his hand to catch his eyeballs.
“Learn legally, learn legally.”
Gu Qingming smiled awkwardly and waved the green air key in his hand.
Luo Dong sighed: "I didn't expect that you still haven't forgotten your childhood dream. You really haven't forgotten your original intention, Gu the locksmith."
The teasing mixed with the lightness of the past ran towards Gu Qingming.
When Gu Qingming was a child, he always liked to act naughty and mischievous, so his father would often lock up his snacks or toys when he could no longer tolerate it, in order to make him reflect on himself.
Therefore, in the eyes of young Gu Qingming, the locksmith who could open all the locks without a key became the adult he admired the most. He once proudly told his teacher in the Chinese class in elementary school: "When I grow up, I want to be a glorious locksmith and protect the snacks and toys of every friend."
This caused laughter in the class.
Gu Qingming has always had a strong execution ability. He even set his eyes on an old man who was making keys at the gate of the community downstairs. He pestered the old man every day to teach him the lock-picking skills. Of course, the old man could not teach him everything he knew, so he just briefly explained the principle. He thought that such a young child would just listen out of interest, but he didn't expect that Gu Qingming was gifted and learned it by himself.
The price he paid was that he used a small iron rod and a toothpick to break every lock cylinder in the house, forcing his father to come in with a gloomy face and ask a decorator to repair every door in the house.
After being taught a lesson, Gu Qingming refused to change his ways and turned his attention to his good friend Luo Dong's house. He even threatened Luo Dong with a lollipop, saying that if he told anyone, he would break the lock of his door and let the ghost sister come to play with him in the middle of the night. The young master was so scared that he agreed repeatedly with tears in his eyes.
On the day when Uncle Luo discovered the truth about the inexplicable breaking of the lock at home, Gu Qingming's hobby was completely exposed. He still remembers the extremely vivid scene in his memory at that time: his usually gentle father clenched his fists, his face was red and green, like a broken traffic light.
Mother Gu Nanfeng was laughing so hard that she almost squatted down, covering her aching abdominal muscles.
What was the father's reaction in the end?
Gu Qingming searched his memory helplessly.
In the end, his father was unable to do anything to Gu Qingming. He just looked at Gu Nanfeng helplessly and poked Gu Qingming's forehead: "You really look exactly like your mother when she was young."
His voice was tired, but it was filled with contentment, happiness and a smile.
But this kind of warmth will never belong to him again.
The current situation is not suitable for reminiscing about the past. Gu Qingming shook the past out of his mind, followed Chu Zhongyuan's footsteps, and was the second one to run into Uncle Zhang's yard.
The residents of the village all live in large flats with a large gate on the courtyard wall and another gate at the entrance to the flats.
When they arrived at the yard, they were surprised to find that Uncle Zhang's house was not only pitch black, but the inner door under the heavy curtain was actually wide open.
Chu Zhongyuan took out the flashlight he carried with him and shone it into the room. He saw a simple bowl of sauerkraut noodles on the wooden table, with thick slices of pork as a side dish. The pork had cooled and solidified, and a pair of chopsticks were neatly placed on the edge of the bowl.
The stool fell crookedly, as if its owner had left in too much of a hurry and didn't have time to straighten it.
But everything in the house was still tidy, with no signs of a fight or packing up in a hasty evacuation.
The footprints on the floor covered with snow had become very faint, but could still be vaguely recognized. Uncle Zhang had walked in from outside not long ago, ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, and then walked out not long after, even before the snow on his boots had dried.
Uncle Zhang left on his own, and there was only one line of footprints leading to the door.
"He is totally confused..."
Chu Zhongyuan muttered something in the Linling dialect, and then as if he had thought of something, he rushed out with a few companions.
Uncle Zhang's house was empty, so would the other dark rooms without a light be the same?
Unspeakable pressure and fear took root in everyone's heart uncontrollably. The situation before them was too weird. They just said a few words to Huang Xian Sanfu in the house. After experiencing the mysterious wave, the whole village turned out to be like this...
It is obvious that the mysterious wave only targets people with special abilities and mysterious beings, and will not cause serious harm to ordinary people.
Several people ran around in the small village separately. After a while, they checked all the courtyards with unlocked doors. The situation inside was the same as Uncle Zhang's home, eerily quiet, with no trace of anyone.
The unfinished dinner, the half-thawed frozen pear, and the paused TV all indicated a terrible truth.
During the brief time that they were talking with Sanfu and avoiding the mysterious wave, the entire village seemed to have spontaneously left the village for some unknown reason.
The group of four gathered in Chu Zhongyuan's yard with grim expressions. At this moment, the only place with lights on in Laoshugou Village was Chu Zhongyuan's yard.
There was no time to think about it. Faced with such a strange scene, they had to ask for help again.
The intelligent robot that handled the request for help looked at the familiar group number: 7309501, and couldn't help but complain: Why are you here again?
The high school students had no time to tease the robot. The cold, much smaller snow stung their faces, slightly painful, but enough to make them more conscious.
In less than half an hour, the whole village turned into a ghost village, with only a few of them left, the enemies who were responsible for causing mysterious incidents wherever they went.
The villagers had not been away for long, but the heavy snow characteristic of Linling had already buried the footprints on the snow. Looking around, under the vast darkness, there was only white and the black shadows of the forest in the distance.
"What to do? The villagers have disappeared."
Faced with the disappearance of the villagers who had been very kind to him since childhood, Chu Zhongyuan seemed to have lost his composure at this moment. Gu Qingming stretched out his hand, and the snake-like wind gathered in his hand again, but this time, it was obviously more condensed.
The chalky wind carried the mission around, but the snow had fallen so heavily before that the cold air condensed everything.
"...King Maru..."
Just when everyone was at a loss, little Una suddenly spoke, pointed to the end of the road not far away, and hummed words that they could not understand in a singing-like tune.
“Click, click.”
The sound of something walking on the snow was heard, and the four high school students hurriedly looked towards the end of the road.
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