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- The whole sunny town suddenly became gloomy.
These people all have a cold aura about them and are huddled around the town.
They all have nothing left and can only be immersed in sweet dreams.
I want to destroy the museum, but do I really want to destroy these unfortunate people together?
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Looking up at the end of the street, the old man who went home was sitting alone under the street lamp, silently looking at the sky.
There is no one around him.
There was no meat in hand for stew, only a homemade cigarette, and only the last cut was left.
Because he borrowed the old man¡¯s characteristics to enter this museum, Lu Xin knew the old man¡¯s past.
Thirty years ago, he lived a carefree life. After the red moon, he experienced great changes. He originally had a wife who would never leave him, and a pair of lovely and sensible children.
Even though he himself was a bit of a bastard when he was young, he later changed his mind, worked hard in life, made contributions in the war against madmen, 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 became deaf due to high fever. He and his wife worked hard to raise their daughter and hired a lame but kind-hearted son-in-law. As a result, their daughter had dystocia during childbirth and eventually died on the operating table, leaving only one grandson.
The son-in-law was diligent and capable, but due to a construction accident, he was crushed into a pulp by two cement boards.
His wife died in a series of disasters, so he raised his grandson by himself and looked forward to his growing up.
As a result, when my grandson was six years old, he also died of a small cold.
After a busy life, suddenly looking back, I was the only one left in the world, and an old cow that might die at any time.
In this kind of life, how should we face suffering?
¡°In other words, what can others do besides watching such suffering?
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"Ignorant people don't know where to go. Paranoid souls will remain incomplete forever."
"Imprisoned in a cage, my eyes are red and my tongue is red. Sleeping in a grave, I will be surrounded by the stars forever."
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While Lu Xin was thinking about this problem, a misty song sounded in the small town. .
This kind of singing is hollow and weird, with a little vibrato. It lacks the vitality of a living person, and is more like the cry of a ghost floating in the cemetery.
At first, the singing was just a single and illusory sound, but gradually, the sounds became more and more numerous and converged into a stream.
A small stream becomes a big river, and the big river merges into the sea.
So, all the lonely and helpless souls in this small town suddenly raised their heads in confusion.
They swayed their lips and followed the singing, slowly, like the living dead, walking from all directions in the town.
Shaking and fascinated, he knelt on the bluestone floor of the town.
Lu Xin saw a dense crowd of people. There were at least tens of thousands of people in the whole town, and they all gathered together.
His eyes were empty, his expression was numb, and he was slowly shaking his body following that weird singing voice.
The body seemed to be holding a bell, and the top of the head slowly made three circles to the left, and then made two circles to the right, then slowly raised the waist, and then kowtowed downwards heavily, and with a thud, his forehead was A bruise appeared, and he slowly straightened up.
At once, it seems like mechanical, repeating this movement, worshiping forward, as if worshiping them.
Lu Xin felt that the power of the town was increasing.
The illusion I saw just now seems to be gradually improving as if it has an automatic repair function.
The bluestone path that has been left with gaps is becoming complete little by little, and the air around you is becoming infinitely pressurized.
Invisible spiritual forces affected his brain.
The scenery and people in front of him are becoming out of focus and blurry.
He saw that the endless figures seemed to have become a whole.
They swayed their bodies and knelt forward, becoming more and more orderly, with exaggerated movements and uniform amplitudes.
The singing voice in his mouth became louder and louder.
At the end, it was like thunder, one wave after another, rolling forward.
The brain seems to have received a strong impact and is being squeezed by this kind of singing.
These people are trying to get their dreams back.
Lu Xin suddenly understood.
The essence of these peopleThe second, third, and fourth also started crying.
More and more cries seemed to have powerful power in their own right and began to spread actively.
The cry appeared in this small town with only beautiful things, but it shocked the whole world.
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Too many people underestimate the power of compassion.
Sympathy may indeed be the most useless emotion in the world.
But for those people who have been hit by disaster and misfortune and are numb, and their outer shell is as cold and hard as stone, a little sympathy can break this outer shell, and a painful feeling appears in their numbness, and there is The ability to cry.
Being able to cry is a very happy thing in itself.
So, cry as much as you want.
Lu Xin looked at the group of crying people in silence, and truly wished in his heart that they would be truly reborn.
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"Impossible, impossible"
"How dare you do this?"
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When the bottle was filled with cries, the Disaster Archbishop in the light cocoon showed an expression of surprise and even hatred on his face.
He should have tried his best to complete this parasitic ritual, but he didn't care at all because he could feel the changes in the Disaster Museum and his power was no longer pure. So he quickly weighed it and made a decision resolutely.
Suddenly, a large number of nerves and blood vessels were withdrawn from the queen's body.
With scarlet blood, it floated in the air, then quickly swam out of the light spot and flew to one side.
In the ruined town of Happy, there is a black box hidden.
Inside the box is an ancient museum model.
The nerves and blood vessels that flew out of his body rushed to the model and inserted straight into it.
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