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?
Looking up at the end of the street, the old man returning home was sitting alone under the street lamp, silently looking at the sky.
There was 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 understands the old man's past.
Thirty years ago, he lived a carefree life. After Crimson 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 a 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 minor cold.
After a hard life, I suddenly looked back and realized that only myself and an old cow were left in the world that might die at any time.
How should one face suffering in such a life?
In other words, what can others do except watch such suffering?
"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."
"..."
While Lu Xin was thinking about this problem, a misty song sounded in the town.
This kind of singing is hollow and weird, with a bit of 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.
The stream becomes a river, and the river flows into the sea.
As a result, all the lonely souls in this small town suddenly raised their heads in confusion.
They moved 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 the weird singing.
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, and then slowly straightened up the waist, and then kowtowed downwards heavily. With a thud, a bruise appeared on the forehead, and he slowly straightened up.
Once, once, like a machine, repeating this action, bowing to the front, as if worshiping their god.
Lu Xin feels that the power of the town is increasing.
The illusion I saw just now seemed to be gradually improving as if it had an automatic repair function.
The bluestone path that had been breached by his own steps was becoming complete little by little, and the air around him was becoming infinitely pressurized.
Invisible spiritual forces affected his brain.
The scenery and people in front of him were 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 uniform, with exaggerated movements and uniform amplitudes.
The singing in his mouth also became louder and louder.
At the end, it was like thunder, rolling forward one after another.
My brain seemed to have received a strong impact and was being squeezed by this kind of singing.
These people are trying to get their dreams back.
Lu Xin suddenly understood.
The mental fluctuations in these people are consistent with those of the archbishop.
This town is not the main body of Museum of Calamities, these souls representing disaster are.
Everyone who reaches Third Stage can increase their spiritual power infinitely.
But how to maintain one's sobriety and rationality amidst one's infinitely increasing spiritual power is the core.
Archbishop of Calamity relies on this Museum of Calamities to ensure that it has unlimited utilizable disaster power by putting these unfortunate people into bottles.
No wonder he can parasitize Happy Town Queen, who has such huge spiritual power, because he has these collections to back him up.
The tip of the nose was slightly hot, and blood seemed to have flowed out.
Lu Xin's eyes were cold, his palms twitched slightly and twisted into a weird look.
His eyes had turned blood red, and he wanted to rush forward and tear the crowd to pieces.
But, does it really have to be so?
"Gudong" sound.
The heart seemed to beat heavily, and Lu Xin's vision became clear again.
Looking in front of me, there are actually no fanatical crowds or monsters, just a group of poor people.
So Lu Xin slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression gradually became calmer.
"I have felt your pain, so I understand you too."
After thinking quietly for a long time, Lu Xin slowly raised his head and looked at them seriously.
In fact, there was no need to say these words at this time, but Lu Xin still looked at them and said seriously, "Your pain and misfortune have been taken away and made into weapons to harm others. Someone has used false illusions to lure you, so that you can continuously increase his strength. Has this helped you, or has it pushed you deeper into the abyss of pain?"
"You have been deceived. You think this place can help you forget your pain, but in fact you have always remembered it."
Taking a deep breath, Lu Xin lowered his voice. "Your pain and misfortune have already happened, and I can't help you."
"But I think, in this false world, at least I can give you something real."
"..."
He finished these words seriously, then pulled Kid and bowed to them gently.
"My sympathy."
He spoke slowly and in a very gentle voice:
"Maybe I can't help much, but I really know how hard your life is."
His voice was not loud, but in this spiritually intertwined world, it reached everyone's ears.
An old man sitting in an invisible corner, admiring the duel, was slightly stunned.
He slowly raised his face, which was covered by the brim of his hat, with a strange expression.
Sympathy is the cheapest thing in the world.
However, when Lu Xin said these words seriously, a slight change gradually appeared in the town.
The singing continued, and it still sounded so enthusiastic and crazy.
All the people were still in the same posture, using that weird method to worship some unknown god.
But in this fanatical crowd, there was a woman who was trapped in the queue. After feeling the influence of Lu Xin, her numb expression changed slightly. She was still singing and worshiping like the others, but tears gradually shed on her face.
Gradually, her crying became louder and louder, she could no longer sing, and her kowtow movements were also messed up.
Lu Xin I've seen this woman in the bottle.
At that time, in order to save her husband, she sold the small restaurant she worked hard for and spent all her savings. However, her husband still passed away, so she became silent and numb, and it seemed that nothing could affect her anymore.
She hasn't said a serious word in many years, nor has she shown any emotion.
But at this time, she suddenly started crying, her shoulders kept shaking, and her crying became louder and louder, turning into a howl.
Her cries were extremely sad, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances and pain.
She is just the first one, there are many more people in this town who are being affected.
Their uniform movements were like a long embankment destroyed by an anthill, gradually disintegrating, and it was as if their own numbness and unchangingness had been corroded with a crack, so the second, third, and fourth also started to cry.
More and more cries seemed to have powerful power in themselves and began to spread actively.
The cry appeared in this small town with only beautiful things, but it shocked the whole world.
Too many people underestimate the power of compassion.
Sympathy may indeed be the most useless emotion in the world.
But for those who have been hit by disaster and misfortune and are numb, and whose shell is as cold and hard as stone, a little sympathy can break this shell. In their numbness, a feeling of pain appears, and they have 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 silently, and truly wished in his heart that they would be truly reborn.
"Impossible, impossible..."
"How dare you do this?"
"..."
When the bottle was filled with cries, Archbishop of Calamity 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 couldn't care less because he could feel the changes in Museum of Calamities, 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 Queen's body.
With scarlet blood, it floated in the air, and then quickly swam out of the light spot and flew to one side.
There is a black box hidden in Happy Town that was beaten into ruins.
Inside the box is an old museum model.
The nerves and blood vessels that flew out of his body rushed to the model and inserted straight into it.