Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"No, no, it shouldn't be like this..."

Rabbit has been living in the East District for two years. He has faced various life-threatening situations, but whether they are threatening fists or blades, he has learned to endure them silently or try his best to escape.

He always has a way to escape and find a way out of the cracks with his companions. They haven't grown up to that day yet, unlike the older children who completely lose trust in others.

This kind of friendship is very tenuous and may break down at any time. The children also understand it, but precisely because they have no one else to rely on, they reluctantly lend a helping hand to each other.

Rabbit and Jayne never talk about "death". They both regard themselves as mice. They may be caught by a more powerful person one day and fall into a sewer, so they only care about surviving. .

But it shouldn't be like this, this inexplicable, unexplained weakness.

Jayne's face turned red, almost purple, and he coughed hard, sprinkling more blood on his chest.

"Jayne! I'm fine, I'll take you away!" Rabbit struggled to carry Jayne on his back, but found that Jayne's body was limp and he could no longer use any strength.

Everyone on the street was coughing, and bellows-like painful gasps came and went, like the nerve of death passing through a casually ringing alarm bell, ringing over everyone's heads.

despair.

Rabbit's limbs also began to lose strength. He fell to the ground like Jayne. Just when he thought he was about to face the same disease, he suddenly felt something warm in his arms.

He followed his intuition and took out the piece of paper. Inside was a knot of light osmanthus-yellow hair.

Rabbit couldn't see the halo of light around him that was constantly being formed and then broken during the plague. He couldn't see the symbols that were transmitted from the hair knot to his body. He was just an ordinary person. He couldn't see the increasingly faint light. He was going through a difficult time. The earth helps him resist the disease. A kiss just inches apart will soon be completely wiped out.

The frightened rabbit got up and held the hair tightly in his palms. Tears suddenly poured out uncontrollably, leaving two clear water stains on his face:

"Hamel...is it Hamel? Please! Please save us, I don't want to die, and neither does Jayne!"

Jayne's coughing gradually became weaker, and every exhalation and inhalation he took seemed to be stretched and intermittent in the perception of time.

"We don't want to die here, who will save us! Jayne..."

Rabbit looked at the street at the other end with tearful eyes. No one was standing here anymore, some were still breathing hard, and some had lost their voices, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

The rabbit roared with all his strength, and his tears fell on the dust. His unwilling, resentful, and pleading screams were difficult to convey through the thick poisonous mist:

"please!"

The light he held tightly in his hand shattered, and a thick fog of poison poured into his nose and throat.

The rabbit vaguely saw a ray of light. Unlike the blazing heat and violence of the sun, it was gentle and gentle. It started from a tiny spot, and then gradually spread and occupied his entire field of vision.

"save……"

Save us.

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Esther was running deep into the East District, and the moment she stepped into the yellow-black fog, she felt a strong discomfort in her chest.

She has never been sick since she came to this world.

Light emerged from Esther's forehead, outlining a circle. Such symbols quickly spread throughout her body, quickly restoring her state affected by the plague.

Esther instantly understood - this was not a normal haze, this was an extraordinary ability!

Even her body had to mobilize all its hidden strength to fight so that she would not be affected.

The poisonous mist continued to spread outwards, and everything within sight seemed to be shrouded in yellow-black gauze.

A woman was coughing so hard that she almost retched her organs. She was so weak that she lay prone on the ground. Next to her, a young boy lay on the woman's arm, pushing her hard and shouting the word "mother" anxiously and vaguely, occasionally mixed with two coughs.

The woman touched the cloth bag at hand, and the potatoes contained in it rolled out "Gululu", wrapped in a coat of black pepper-like mud.

Esther could tell just by listening that this woman's respiratory system was so severely affected by the disease that no matter how hard her heart beat, she could not squeeze more oxygen out of her failing lungs. Soon, like this The failure will spread to all her organs.

The boy, like Esther, did not understand what was happening in front of him. He just cried and tried to get his mother, who had held hands and praised him for his cleverness a moment ago, to get up from the ground and continue to take him to finish the journey home. I'm still looking forward to today's dinner menu, and looking forward to my father rushing back from the dock to tell me about the adventures of sailors singing and setting sail on the waves.

The potato hit the corpse of a rat that was vomiting blood.

What's their dinner? baked beans? Mashed potatoes? Simmer a pot of potatoes and carrots and eat it with brown bread?

Is there anyone else waiting for her to go home with him?

Esther shouldn't hesitate, she can't save everyone, she must find the rabbit calling to her instead of delaying here...

How many more people have fallen into the mist like this?

This was just a thought that passed by in just two seconds. The time in Esther's mind seemed to be slowed down. In fact, her running speed did not change. It was the time around her that was lengthened, which gave her A little more room to think.

So Esther also made her choice.

It was like a firework exploded in her hair, and the star-like light spots spread out onto the street, along with the will and grief that longed for life, and merged into the frail and lingering body.

The light lit up one place after another, weaving a long carpet of gold and silver. In all the places where the light points touched the fate, pale rings emerged, turning into chains that kept life circulating, prolonging the battle with the god of death. tug of war.

Esther's hair was fading rapidly, as more and more light spots fluttered and fell, and a "starry river" spread out where she ran, leaving only silvery white hair that shook due to her movements.

But this is not enough, far from it.

The area invaded by the smog is still spreading. The streets Esther passes through are only a few twists and turns. With her power, she can save only one out of ten thousand people. She felt like she was the Jingwei facing the sea, carrying stones in vain to fill a ravine that could never be filled.

Esther has many questions, many "whys". She doesn't understand why Backlund, who has always had an undercurrent, has developed to this point. He would so brutally and ruthlessly put suffering into the mouths of East End residents, forcing them to swallow the most unreasonable food. The fruit of death.

She didn't know the complicated peace negotiations behind it, she didn't know that the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult were joining forces to plan a disaster, and she didn't know that Ince Zangwill took 0-08 and created a script for another city.

The scattered light spots began to give her constant feedback, filling Esther's mind with the despair and pain of people dying. Their calls, prayers and curses, their resentment for all, and their desire for survival were all clearly reflected by those people. The light point perception allows Esther to constantly resonate with it.

"Asshole! Bullshit! Why!? I can't fall here, I have to go home, I will be able to go home for the New Year soon, why..."

"My chest seems to be on fire, can anyone help me..."

"Mom, wake up, don't close your eyes! I'm so scared, cough!"

"No matter who is good, no matter what God is, please! Help me! It hurts, my whole body is hurting..."

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die, who will save me!?"

"I really hate this weather. My body is no longer in control. I'm sorry, father, mother, I can't send my letter..."

"It's so uncomfortable, so scary! Why did this happen? Those damn smog!"

"The wind is coming..."

"Am I going to die? Is this the end?"

Esther seems to have become a signal tower, taking in everyone's emotions and demands into her head without filtering. She is being forced to witness everything that does not belong to her.

This is too heavy for anyone.

Esther's running movements became more and more mechanical, and the voices in her mind were like a symphony reverberating in the grandest palace. They struggled, collided, and swirled around to strike her perception, creating illusory aftermath.

But she never forgot her original goal. Esther stretched out her hand toward the nonexistent air. She seemed to vaguely grasp a slender spider thread. The fragile soft thread was in danger and seemed to be torn off at any time.

A little more, a little more time...

The flow of time around her was slowly lengthened, which made her run faster and faster. The light escaping behind her continued to erode the scope of the fog, propping up an increasingly conspicuous light film, causing more people to faint on the street. The confused and confused East Side residents were covered under their own protection.

But in contrast, the resonant sounds Esther felt became more and more powerful. Even if she was still a rock facing the wave at this moment, there would always be a moment when she could not hold on and was crushed into powder by those desperate sounds.

Not enough, far from enough!

Esther finally ran into an alley and saw Rabbit, whose eyes were gradually losing focus with tears hanging from his eyes, and the unconscious black-haired boy Jayne next to him.

The thread in her hand suddenly broke.

"……rabbit?"

Esther rushed to the boy's side and covered his chest with her palms, only the sound of his heartbeat became weaker and weaker.

When he heard Esther's voice, Rabbit's eyes suddenly regained clarity, and his eyes focused on Esther's uncovered face.

Rabbit coughed and laughed softly: "Haha, let me tell you, Jayne must have lied to me when he said you had disfigurement..."

The pale golden rings spread out quickly along Esther's palm, and soon covered the whole bodies of Rabbit and Jayne, barely maintaining their vitality at the moment before death.

Esther's body also trembled, and those light spots were still spreading outward, but she could save so little life.

"Hamel...save us..."

Rabbit raised his hand vigorously and grabbed Esther's wrist. His eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes awake, and he was repeating this moment.

Esther closed her eyes, tears soaking the wails and cries for help that echoed in her mind.

"What a willful request."

Another voice sounded from the depths, transcending the endless pain of these living people, and touched Esther's consciousness.

"Want to save them?"

I want to save them.

"Why?"

Because that's what I think.

"Even if there won't be any change? Their fate is still the same, humble, short and small, and a life without any waves will easily perish."

I know that even if there is no change, even if there are still struggles and worries... I hope they can survive and follow the infinite possibilities of the future, no matter where it is.

That voice seemed to be silent for a long time, but time was meaningless to this conversation, and reality only passed in the blink of an eye.

The buzzing sound became more and more intense, as if a door had been opened deep in Esther's mind.

"Then call my name and pray to me."

Esther suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes turned from light to dark, and light quickly lit up from them, as if to dispel all the fog that shrouded the place.

She opened her mouth and chanted sentence after sentence following the guidance in her mind:

"The broken remains of destiny..."

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