Chapter 538 The Little Bump at the End of Time, Why Am I Crying?
He still remembered that there was fog on the way to the cemetery.
At that time, Su Mu was still very weak, and he did not have a high affinity with Changhe, which made it easy for him to lose his way in the fog, and even caused serious damage to his body.
So he made marks on the stones along the way.
He remembered clearly that the marks he made were carved with a dagger.
He still remembered the boulder, but the markings on it had completely disappeared. It was not because of weathering over the years, but it was as if it had never existed.
Logically speaking, this boulder is not an ordinary stone. Even if it cannot be considered a treasure, its hardness is comparable to that of ten thousand year old black iron. In addition, the mark he carved is very deep. Let alone a few years, it will not weather away even after decades or hundreds of years.
Even if it disappeared due to weathering and corrosion, it shouldn't be so that there is no detectable trace of it, right?
Su Mu was walking on a narrow path. He was very familiar with this path, but at the same time it also felt very strange.
He had left various traces and marks on this road, but now they have all disappeared. It has only been less than seven years, so it is impossible that no traces can be detected.
Su Mu walked on the road, looking at everything on the road, feeling familiar, yet at the same time, feeling extremely strange.
Why?
Why is this happening?
Did someone erase all traces of my presence?
But why did that person do this?
Why do I feel a sense of strangeness?
As we walked, the narrow road became wider and wider, and the view became wider and wider.
Finally, he came to a dense forest in his memory.
He looked at the "dense forest" in front of him and stood there in a daze.
He still remembered that seven years ago, the trees in this dense forest were all over ten meters tall, and the shortest was five or six meters tall.
But how can this "dense forest" before our eyes have anything to do with "forest"?
It was just a thicket of bushes, with only a few small saplings here and there, each only half a meter tall.
The location was right, but the trees had changed.
Seven years later, time is passing. Even if the tree doesn't grow taller, it can't grow in the opposite direction, right?
It's like time has gone backwards.
This confused Su Mu.
Could it be that someone cut down all the trees in this area and then planted new saplings?
Even if there is such a possibility.
But he couldn't find any signs of being cut down and rebuilt?
So strange, so weird.
After Su Mu walked through the bushes and pushed aside the vines in front of him, the view in front of him suddenly became clear.
Looking forward, his eyes widened and his whole body stood still as if petrified.
What comes into view is a green meadow with purple and red butterflies flying above it. The fragrance of soil comes in the air, and it is a green and vibrant scene.
He couldn't connect the scene before him with the cemetery in his memory.
As far as he could remember, when he first came here.
The gray sky, the barren earth, the tombstones everywhere, and the strange black fog lingering around the cemetery.
Dead silence, gloom, despair, haze.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the fresh grass and also blew the corner of Su Mu's clothes.
It also brought his thoughts back to reality.
After coming to his senses, he stepped on the soft soil and walked forward step by step.
He looked around him, and all the tombstones in his memory had disappeared.
Walking aimlessly, Su Mu stood on the grass, looking at everything in front of him, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
What exactly happened here.
Where did the tombstone go?
Why did it become like this?
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and turned around abruptly.
At first glance, you can see a mound of earth in the most conspicuous place in the grass ahead.
He walked towards the small mound step by step.
When I got closer, I found that this small mound seemed to be a tombstone.
A small stone tablet was erected in front of the mound, but there was no written record on it.
And in front of the stone tablet, there was a withered flower lying neatly.
Su Mu recognized this flower.
This is Lycoris radiata. In ancient books, it has another name, called "Higanbana".
But, this Lycoris flower has withered, and the petals scattered on the ground have long lost their bright red color. The withered petals tell the story of the sadness of this place.
Looking at the small mound in front of him, for some reason, Su Mu felt an inexplicable sense of grief in his heart, which continued to grow and spread in his heart.
Out of control
However, he had no memory of the nameless grave before him.
Why do I have such emotions?
The next second, Su Mu felt his cheek was cool and he reached out to touch it.
It was tears. I actually shed tears.
This was the first time Su Mu cried, and it was uncontrollable and inexplicable tears.
Suddenly, his heart felt a sharp pain.
He covered his chest and sat down, leaning against the nameless stone tablet.
This kind of pain went beyond the body and touched the soul. It was the first time that Su Mu felt such "suffocating pain".
He leaned against the pile of earth, his body shaking slightly uncontrollably.
He covered his chest, gasped, and greedily breathed in the air around him.
Why am I like this?
Why am I sad?
Why do I feel this suffocating pain?
Why do I cry uncontrollably?
At this moment, Su Mu was confused. He had never been so confused before.
Slowly, he felt the cold, the extreme cold piercing his body and even his soul.
His vision began to blur.
At this moment, he felt as if he was falling into an endless abyss.
This abyss, dark, cold, scary, helpless, lonely, silent
Suddenly.
A warm breeze blew over the grass, brushing past Su Mu, dispelling all the coldness from his body, and his body stopped shaking.
A feeling of sleepiness came over him, and he, who had always been cautious, unconsciously let down all his guard, leaned against the small mound, and fell asleep.
He slept very contentedly, sweetly and comfortably.
In a trance, he seemed to have had a very long dream.
He didn't know how long he slept. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had been sleeping next to the small mound for a long time.
When he woke up, he had no memory of the long dream he had just had.
He stood in front of the nameless tombstone, his eyes red and traces of dried tears on his cheeks.
"What the hell is wrong with me?"
Su Mu's murmurs echoed in the empty grassland.
But no one could answer his whispers, the only response was the sound of the wind.
(End of this chapter)
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