Since The Red Moon Appeared

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The whole sunny town suddenly became gloomy.

All of these people have a cold breath on their bodies, curled up all over the town.

They are all people who have nothing and can only be immersed in their dreams.

I want to destroy the museum, but do I really want to destroy these unfortunate people together?

…

Looking up at the end of the street, the old man returning home was sitting alone under the street lamp, looking at the sky silently.

There is no one around him.

There was no meat to stew, only a homemade cigarette, and only the last piece was burned.

Because he borrowed the characteristics of the old man to enter the museum, Lu Xin understood the old man's past.

Thirty years ago, he had a worry-free life. After the red moon, he experienced a big change. He originally had a wife who never left, and a pair of lovely and sensible children.

Even though he was a bit of a **** when he was young, he also changed his mind and lived hard, fought for the war against lunatics, and contributed to the reconstruction of civilization.

But his life was as miserable as a curse.

The son died in a car accident, and the daughter suffered a high fever and deaf ears. He and his wife worked hard to raise their daughter and brought in a lame but kind-hearted son-in-law. As a result, the daughter had a difficult childbirth when giving birth and eventually died on the operating table, leaving only one grandson.

The son-in-law is diligent and capable, but because of an engineering accident, he was squeezed into flesh by two cement boards.

His wife passed away in a series of disasters, so he raised his grandson himself, hoping that he would grow up.

As a result, when his grandson was six years old, he also passed away because of a very small cold.

Xin busy for the first time, suddenly looking back, there is only himself in this world, and an old cow that may die at any time.

How should we face the suffering in such a life?

In other words, what can others do besides watching such suffering?

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"Foolish people don't know where to go. Paranoid souls, incompleteness will last forever."

"Prison in a cage, with red eyes and red tongue. Sleeping in the grave, with the stars forever."

"..."

While Lu Xin was thinking about this question, there was a misty singing in the town. .

This kind of singing is empty and weird, with a little trembling, lacking the anger that belongs to the living, but it is like a ghost crying in a cemetery.

At first, the singing voice was just a single and illusory voice, but gradually, this voice became more and more converged into a stream.

The creek becomes a big river, and the big river merges into the sea.

As a result, all the lonely souls in this small town suddenly looked up blankly.

They whispered their lips, followed the song, slowly, like living dead, walking from all directions in the town.

Shaking and fascinated, he knelt on the bluestone floor of the small town.

Lu Xin saw a dense crowd of people, there were at least tens of thousands of people in the entire town, and they all gathered.

His eyes were hollow, his expression was numb, and he slowly shook his body following the weird singing.

The body seems to be holding a bell, slowly draw three circles to the left, and then two circles to the right on the top of the head, then slowly erect the waist, and then kowtow down, with a bang, and the forehead is covered. Knocked out a bruise, and slowly straightened up again.

Once, once, like a machine, repeating this action, bowing to the front, as if worshipping their god.

Lu Xin felt that the strength of the town was increasing.

The illusion that I saw just now, as if it has an automatic repair function, is gradually improving.

The bluestone path that I had stepped out of the gap was gradually becoming complete, and the air around him was infinitely pressurized.

The invisible mental power affected his brain.

The scenery and people in front of him are becoming out of focus.

He saw the invisible figure, as if it had become a whole.

They shook their bodies and bowed forward, becoming more and more orderly, their movements exaggerated and uniform.

The singing in his mouth became louder and louder.

At the end, it was like thunder, wave after wave, rolling forward.

The brain seems to have received a strong impact, being squeezed by this kind of singing.

These people are trying to retrieve their dreams.

Lu Xin suddenly understood.

The mental fluctuations in these people are consistent with the archbishop.

This small town is not the main body of the disaster museum, these are the souls that represent disasters.

Everyone who has reached the third stage can increase their spiritual power infinitely.

But how to maintain one's sobriety and reason is the core of one's infinitely increasing spiritual power.

The Archbishop of Disaster uses this Disaster Museum to ensure that he has infinitely available disaster power by filling these unfortunate people into bottles.

No wonder he can parasitize the Queen of Happy Town with such a huge spiritual power, because he has these collections as backing.

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The nose is slightly hot, and blood seems to have flowed out.

Lu Xin's eyes were cold and his palm twitched slightly, twisting into a weird look.

His eyes have turned blood red, and he wants to rush forward and tear the crowd to pieces.

But is this really the case?

"Gudong" sounded.

His heart seemed to be beating hard, and Lu Xin's eyes were clear again.

Looking in front of him, there are actually no fanatical crowds and monsters, but only a group of poor people.

So Lu Xin sighed slowly, his expression gradually calming down.

…

"I have felt your pain, so I understand you too."

After thinking about it for a long time, Lu Xin slowly raised his head and looked at them seriously.

In fact, there is no need to say these things at this time, but Lu Xin still looked at them and said seriously: "Your pain and misfortune were taken away and turned into a weapon to hurt others. Someone tempted you with false illusions. Allowing you to continuously improve his strength, did this help you, or did it push you deeper into the abyss of pain?"

"You are fooled. You think this can help you forget the pain, but you have always remembered it."

Taking a deep breath, Lu Xin's voice was low: "Your pain and misfortune have already happened, and I can't help you."

"But I think, in this false world, at the very least, I can give you something real."

"..."

He finished these words seriously, then pulled the doll and gently bowed to them.

"My sympathy."

He spoke slowly, in a very gentle voice:

"Maybe it won't help, but I really know how hard your lives are."

…

His voice is not loud, but in this spiritually intertwined world, it reaches everyone's ears.

An old man who sat in an invisible corner, admiring the showdown, was slightly startled.

He slowly raised his face covered by the brim of his hat, his expression a little strange.

…

Sympathy is the cheapest thing in the world.

However, when Lu Xin said these words earnestly, a slight change gradually appeared in the town.

The singing continued, and it sounded like it was still so fanatical and crazy.

All the people are still in a unified posture, using that weird method to worship an unknown god.

But in this fanatical crowd, there was a woman who was trapped in the ranks. After feeling the influence of Lu Xin, her numb expression changed slightly. She was still singing and bowing like everyone else, but her face, But gradually she shed tears.

Gradually, her crying became louder and louder, she could no longer sing, and her prostrations became chaotic.

Lu Xin saw this woman in the bottle.

At that time, in order to save her husband, she sold the small restaurant she worked hard and spent all her savings, but her husband still passed away, so she became silent and numb, and it seemed that there was nothing to influence. To her.

She hadn't said a word in earnest for many years, and she hadn't expressed any emotions.

But at this moment, she suddenly started crying, her shoulders trembling constantly, and the crying became louder and louder, turning into howling.

Her cry was extremely sad, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and pains.

She is only the first, and there are many more people in this small town who are being affected.

Their uniform and uniform movements, at this time, seemed to be destroyed by a long embankment in an ant's nest, and gradually collapsed, and it was as if their own numbness and immutability were corroded by a crack, so the second, third, fourth He also started crying.

More and more crying sounds seemed to have a powerful force and began to spread actively.

The cry appeared in this beautiful town, but it shocked the whole world.

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Too many people underestimate the power of sympathy.

Sympathy may indeed be the most useless feeling in the world.

But for those who have been numb by disasters and misfortunes, and the shell is like a stone, a little sympathy can break this shell. In their numbness, there is a painful feeling, and there is The ability to cry.

Being able to cry is a very happy thing in itself.

So, cry as much as you like.

Lu Xin looked at these crying people in silence, and genuinely wished in his heart that they would be truly reborn.

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"Impossible, impossible..."

"How dare you?"

"..."

When the bottle was full of crying, the archbishop of the disaster in the light cocoon of UU reading www.uukavanshu.com showed an expression of surprise and even hatred on his face.

He should have done his best to complete this parasitic ritual, but he completely ignored it, because he could feel the changes in the disaster museum, and his power was no longer pure. So he weighed quickly and made a decision resolutely.

Suddenly there were a lot of nerves and blood vessels in his body, which were pulled out of the queen's body.

With scarlet blood, floating in the air, then quickly swam out of the light spot and flew to one side.

In the happy town that was beaten to ruins, there was a black box hidden.

Inside the box is an old museum model.

The nerves and blood vessels that flew out of his body rushed to the model and went straight into it.

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