Shouldn't childhood memories bring a sweet taste?
The carefree running, the crying when he insisted on buying things, the anticipation when he leaned against the wall to measure his height.
If … childhood memories only brought horror, fear, sadness, and anger.
Then perhaps it was a very fortunate thing that it was left in a corner of the subconscious.
At that moment, as Gu Jun looked at the mysterious scene in the illusion, some scattered memory fragments rushed out from the corner that had been sealed for a long time. It was like a long-lost nightmare had invaded the dream again, disturbing the illusory peace of the dreamer.
He saw himself when he was very, very young, when he was still learning how to speak and how to walk.
At that time, he was already undergoing some strange and inexplicable training. Around him, there were other children. He and the others were looking at the pictures. They were pictures of all kinds of strangely shaped trees, dense vines, twisted branches, and withered leaves …
These pictures planted unknown seeds in their young and blank hearts.
Would those seeds eventually grow … the fruit of darkness?
As they grew older, they could walk, run, talk, and think …
Gu Jun suddenly realized that his surroundings had turned into nothingness. He was the only one still standing there, among the strange trees. He had forgotten the faces of the other children. No matter how hard he tried, he could not remember them. It was as if after they parted, they had never seen each other again.
He was special.
Many people's gazes told him this. There was joy, anticipation, and curiosity.
There was always a kind of fanaticism in their gazes, like they were looking at an amazing treasure, just like his mother's fanaticism.
Was that woman really his mother? This was the first time that Gu Jun had such a doubt, but it was just a suspicion. Because the gentleness when the woman told him stories, the smile when she fed him, the fear when she saw him fall … they were all real. They were the feelings of a mother. He was sure of it.
But as a mother, how could she treat her child like that?
It was also this woman who asked him to scribble the names of the pictures on the paper, to write out all the foreign words.
It was also this woman who gave him the crown of the banyan tree. "Xiao Jun, just sit there and don't move." She said. Her voice was tense and complicated. Was she hesitating? Or was she sad?
However, it was clear that the fanaticism prevailed in the end, just like a great experiment that was about to usher in a great result …
She couldn't give up on this result.
The experiment began when the mother was pregnant. Gu Jun felt that the hazy prenatal education music and whispers were also faintly discernible in the depths of his internal memory.
He was an experiment of the Afterlife Cult, and that had been the case even before he descended into the world.
But the question was, what kind of creation was he?
The scene in the illusion was shaking, as if there were some vague cracks spreading, but Gu Jun could still see the scene.
The cold voice made the dark sky feel like it was about to collapse. The men in black and red were still kneeling on the ground facing the banyan tree. They did not raise their gradually changing faces to look at the tree hole in front of them even once. It was as if even one glance would cause them to completely lose their mind and sink into an endless hallucination.
Just like how Orpheus went through all the hardships to save his beloved wife Eurydice from the River Styx. Hades told them not to look back when they left, but before they reentered the world, Orpheus could not help but turn back to look at his wife, and in the end, he let her stay in hell forever.
Or when Abraham and his wife escaped from Sodom, which was destroyed by the gods, Abraham's wife turned back to take a look, and she was instantly turned into a pillar of salt.
What God did not allow you to see, you could not see.
Mortals could not test God.
"Son of Misfortune, as you said." The man in red who was kneeling at the very front said in an extremely humble voice. The muddy and rotten ground gave off a horrible stench, but the ugly face did not move at all.
"We are a bunch of filthy, ignorant, and lowly worms, the abandoned believers of the so-called Goddess of Life …"
None of the people who knelt made a sound. There was only dead silence, but above the dead silence, there was a clear sense of danger.
The Goddess of Life? Gu Jun once learned from Raybundy Payani's diary that this was the goddess that the foreign civilization worshipped.
Abandoned believers … Were these people from the Afterlife Cult speaking as the foreign civilization?
Why? Where did they come from? What kind of understanding did they have?
"The old world has been destroyed. We arrived in this world, but we have lost our knowledge and power. We still cannot read the language of the old world, "the man in red said softly." But we still remember the promise that the true god has given us … "
Gu Jun's heart skipped a beat. The Afterlife Cult did not have access to the drawings that he had written in the foreign language?
Could it be that his parents had hidden them away? Perhaps they had a different plan from the Afterlife Cult …
"Lowly lifeforms." The child inside the tree hole spoke in a strange, emotionless voice. "A lowly wish."
There was only condescension in this reply, but the people from the Afterlife Cult did not do anything. However, the voice of the leading man in red deepened. "Is it because this body does not satisfy you? Is that why he cannot accept the power of the old world? Is it necessary to use him as a blood sacrifice? "
The child did not speak, but perhaps that was a kind of response.
"This body is a sacrifice?" the man in red mumbled. "Is it the beginning of misfortune?"
The other kneeling people were still silent.
But between the dark clouds in the sky, lightning tore through the silence, and thunder rumbled.
At that moment, Gu Jun felt a splitting headache. Everything was twisted, but at the same time, he felt a fire burning in his heart …
All the complicated emotions gathered together and surged out.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth to speak …
Was the past real?
Why did the double slit experiment of quantum mechanics show that the future could change the past?
The dark sky finally collapsed, and a torrential downpour washed over the land. The voice of the child inside the tree hole became more hoarse and twisted like there were two voices tangled together, tearing light and darkness apart. It was maddening and chilling.
"This child has a mission." The child's strange voice echoed in the air. "I will not allow lowly animals like you to touch him."
The men in black and red still did not move. They still did not look up.
They did not see that the eyes of the child had regained some vigor, like a flame ignited in the dark abyss.
"This child will grow up and become a real man. Do not disturb him, do not offend him. Let him forget all this. But one day in the future, this child will stand in front of you again. "
The child in the tree hole spoke. His voice was twisted and natural. This dialogue was the same in the past, present, and future, not a word more, not a word less.
"When that time comes, all debts will be settled. This is my vow to you. "
Gu Jun said, enunciating each word. The last sentence was said in his heart: When that time comes, it will be your doomsday.
The entire huge banyan tree swayed unsteadily in the storm, making a hoarse rustling sound.
The believers kneeling in the mud finally made an indescribable whisper, agreeing to the vow given by the gods.
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