His soul seemed to be torn apart at some unknown moment, like the fragments of a spaceship swallowed by a black hole when it crashed, twisting and struggling, but unable to escape.
Memories are like a torn star map, the fragments flickering, but they cannot piece together the complete past.
He saw a person in a trance - his younger brother.
But is that really his brother?
In the few and strange memories that Lou Xun has left, the younger brother in front of him is delicate and soft, like a handful of the brightest moonlight that would shatter with the slightest touch.
He remembered how he had held that man in his arms countless times, shielding him from all the storms, indulging his willfulness, and pitying his fragility.
When that man smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curved, like the tenderness pouring down from the Milky Way, making people want to bring all the beauty in the world to him.
But the person in front of me...
Lou Xun suddenly looked up at Bai Di.
The pupils contract slightly.
--wrong.
His brother shouldn't be like the one he just remembered.
The brother in front of me is like a bright moon, but he is like a sword drawn from its sheath, with its edge fully exposed.
His eyebrows and eyes were still as clear and beautiful as the bright moon, but there was an arrogance in his eyes that seemed to be superior to all living beings, as if he was born to hold power and look down on the world.
Lou Xun's throat tightened.
Memory is distorted.
He remembered... his brother was a rose carefully cared for in a greenhouse, but the person before him was a white tiger that tore through thorns and a white dragon that crushed the clouds.
His younger brother should be dependent on him, would pull his sleeves and act coquettishly, and would have tears in his eyes at the slightest grievance.
But the person in front of him had a calm and cool gaze, like a cold blade, like a bright moon, as if he was examining a strange intruder.
"Who are you?"
Lou Xun heard that his voice was terribly hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been soaked in some sticky liquid.
He felt strange blocks of color remaining on his retina, and those ever-proliferating geometric shapes were distorting Bai Di's outline.
Bai Di was confused.
His outstretched arm suddenly froze in mid-air, fine scaly lines appeared under his skin, and then returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
The remaining three people were also confused. Their shadows stretched and shrank strangely under the light, like living creatures that were breathing.
What just happened?
Lou Xun doesn’t even recognize Bai Di?
This realization made everyone's temples throb, and a kind of fear beyond cognition was crawling up their spines.
"Brother, you don't even recognize me?"
Bai Di's voice suddenly split into two tones. He stepped forward and held Lou Xun's shoulders. The skin where his fingers touched immediately gave off a strange luster like mother-of-pearl.
Lou Xun saw that his brother's pupils were expanding and contracting irregularly, with tiny silver dots swimming in his irises.
--wrong.
Lou Xun felt as if his brain was about to explode, and a sticky wriggling sound came from the inner wall of his skull.
But the illusion had just dissipated, those vines covered with eyeballs, the skeletons singing lullabies, and the six-fingered arms dancing in the void...what were they now?
The brother in front of him suddenly smiled, and the smile was torn horizontally to the roots of his ears, revealing his pearly teeth.
But the next second everything returned to normal, as if it was just a temporary visual illusion.
Fragments of memory flashed through Lou Xun's chaotic mind: Bai Di stood on an altar made of countless human bodies, the butterfly wings spread out behind him covered with blinking eyes...
Dancing butterflies were pouring into his brain from his ear canal, with a familiar human face on each wing.
He had a vague idea that his younger brother should be the boy in front of him who had grown up and could stand on his own. How could he have such a memory?
In those ever-increasing images, the creature wearing Bai Di's skin was clearly feasting on the brains offered by the believers, its tentacles extending from every orifice...
Lou Xun's nails suddenly pierced into his palm, and the pain made him wake up briefly.
He saw the moonlight become turbid and sticky, and everyone's shadow was twisted into indescribable shapes on the ground.
Something was wriggling under Bai Di's shirt behind his neck, and his left hand had turned translucent amber at some point.
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