Chapter 170: Illusion (Part 1)

For two whole days, the mountains and forests of Marseille seemed to be enveloped in a strong ominous atmosphere. This is the season when the vegetation is withering, and the mountains are shrouded in eternal white snow. It happened that such a monotonous season gave birth to the most bizarre rumors. The hearsay rumors even overshadowed the major news that happened nearby two days ago.

Rumors are often preferred over distant power struggles.

Some people swore that on the night of snowfall, they saw with their own eyes that the snowflakes flying in the sky were instantly dyed with blood as soon as they fell on the top of the mountain. Some people also swear that at the last moment before dawn, when the sun is about to rise after the snow, a ferocious torso hangs from the tree trunks all over the mountain, and the entire forest is red.

When dusk first came, there were even children crying and saying that the mountains in the distance were full of fire and cries. The cries of old people, children, men, women, and maybe animals echoed sadly in the mountains.

Specious rumors have not been reasonably suppressed and doubted. After all, no one will be surprised by what happens in the world today. Under such circumstances, the rumors spread like snowballs, becoming more and more outrageous. However, in just one day, the crowd became like As if they had reached a consensus, they kept silent and did not say anything about the white snow changing color, the torso filling the forest, and the screams ringing in the ears.

The collective consciousness makes them vaguely aware that this is an untouchable taboo.

The sun that finally rose into the sky after heavy snowfall was inevitably destined to sink.

Mu Yu sat on the curved tree trunk and watched the sunset. She could get tired of anything, but she would never get tired of watching the sunset. No matter how many times, she can always taste a different flavor from each time.

The struggle of light is confusing and changeable, and there is no way to escape from an ending. When she was eleven years old, she ignorantly believed that the ultimate beauty could be hidden only after the setting sun set. Now she finally realizes how naive she was then.

I never realized that I had passed by true beauty many times.

She could hardly remember what she was like when she was eleven years old.

Nagini was hanging lazily on the tree trunk, and her already slender and huge body seemed to have swelled again. It seemed that she didn't want to move when she was coiled on the tree.

The branches were sticky and could not hold the snow, and something was dripping down, melting into the frozen soil that had long since changed color.

The salty wind brought sporadic screams and roars, and she slowly coordinated with the sporadic screams, watching the bloody light struggling in the horizon and beating the beat.

There aren't many left in Ilvermorny.

There was a crisp sound from her body, and she quickly caught the jade pendant that was about to fall from her waist and held it in her hand for inspection. If you don't explain that this is a jade pendant, no one can tell what it is in your hand. The bright green color was completely dyed with deep black, and there were deep cracks dotted all over it. To make matters worse, there was a crack running from the top to the end.

It seems as if this piece of beautiful jade from the past will be turned into ashes with just a touch.

There's a little extra weight on the trunk. Just like every other time, he was silent, and she would always pretend not to notice his approach and stick to the territory shared by the two of them.

Today she no longer intends to persist like this, and persistence has lost its meaning for her.

The movement of the girl leaning on her shoulder was actually gentler than falling snowflakes. Even though they had been intimate several times, at this moment, the act without any desire for power still made Riddle's whole body stiff.

For the first time, he hated himself for knowing her so well that he couldn't even deceive himself now.

The body next to him was warm with blood, leaning softly against him, as if trying to trap him in a stagnant but false time.

He held her in his arms, getting tighter and tighter, embracing the body that was his, and also enveloping the same rotten and sinful soul. He must also own her, trap her, and let the two of them live together without separation until one of them takes the initiative to end it.

The blood-red sunset seemed to have become silent.

"Crouch helped us play this game very well. From now on, the resistance forces represented by Phil Garcia are destined to flee." She was still admiring the struggling light, not looking at the people around her, but not She moved closer consciously, seeking warmth from the cold embrace forever, "Are you happy, madman?"

Her gentle voice was full of temptation: "You will be immortal soon, eternal life, eternal power."

Should be excited. No, excitement is far from summarizing Tom Riddle's mood at this moment. When he made that deal on the tower four years ago, he never thought that he would go so far with the girl in front of him. There can only be one person on the road to supreme power.

He let it go again and again, paralyzing himself with various reasons, persuading him to keep the girl longer, and indulging them to get closer and closer until they were integrated in a real sense, so much so that they can't even do it now. Make sure you can let go of Mu Yu's body.

"You promised," he turned the face that was still looking at the sunset and traced the outline with his fingertips, "Yu, you don't want to break your promise to me." As

he traced, Mu Yu also watched attentively. For him, the last sunset was so gorgeous that it whitewashed the soul stained with evil blood into something holy. She couldn't see enough, so she simply held it up and described it bit by bit: "No," she greedily sniffed every inch of cold sin, "I will always be with you, even to the last moment."

It was as if the distance was too close to distract you. Her reason, she repeated in a low voice: "Madman, madman," constantly asking for closer distance, "I'm always here."

Just like several times she dreamed of running down the corridor, the winding darkness could not be seen At the end, she knew that someone was with her, understood her, and was in the same opaque black curtain as her.

The fragile jade pendant seemed to have finally reached its upper limit and let out a final moan. The breeze carried fine powder and dispersed it in the red snow.

The last ray of light stopped struggling and sank into the darkness.

Mu Yu woke up on a bench at the foot of Mingyuan Mountain. She seemed to have slept for a long time, having a long and unhappy dream. When she struggled to get up from the bench, the breeze was gentle, the catkins were flying, and the light sunshine erased the last traces of the dream.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu," an old man with white beard and hair hurried over. He was relieved when he saw that she was safe and sound. He picked her up, blaming his hand but gently wiping it away from the corner of her mouth. "Another person ran out to steal crab meat dumplings."

She was stunned and looked at the old man who held her on his shoulders in disbelief. She seemed to have lost a lot of memories, as if she had never received a serious hug from the old man in the fog that appeared out of nowhere in her mind.

Tentatively, she put her trembling hands around the old man's neck, and used her naturally sweet tone to coquettishly say: "You know I like it, Grandpa."

The old man pinched her face affectionately: "I don't know what you want yet. Why don't you run away next time? Tell me openly, won't Grandpa buy it for you?" He nudged her, "Go home, Xiaoyu, mom and dad are waiting for us to eat."

No, you won't. You have always taught me not to indulge in superficial desires.

Whenever such thoughts came to her mind, the extra fog in her mind would spread a little, which was enough to give her a splitting headache, making her even more reluctant to touch unnecessary thoughts.

It seems fine now.

"Dad, mom." She chewed these two words over and over again, and for a moment she looked like a baby just learning to talk, "Dad, mom..."

"I see you've fallen asleep," Grandpa hugged her and walked all the way up the mountain. , Xiaguang dragged a long track on the road, "Mom and dad are back, you forgot that we had dinner together today."

Mom and dad are back. This short sentence filled his entire chest. Mu Yu held on to his grandfather's collar tightly, as if he was afraid that the scene in front of him would disappear in an instant. She blinked, it didn't matter if she didn't blink. As soon as she blinked, there were water droplets mixed with the colorful sunset on the bluestone road.

"Go home," she looked up at the sky divided into stripes by the sunset, "Grandpa, let's go home."

Her home seemed to be gone long ago.

Grandpa carried her into the courtyard gate. The sun had not completely set yet, and the lights were already lit in the living room. The warm yellow light shines on the round table, and the two figures falling in the halo appear vaguely unreal.

As soon as they entered the door, only the dim and warm light was left in the room with the curtains closed, like a few fireflies fluttering in the night sky.

She seemed to have talked about the flying fireflies with someone many times. As soon as I thought about it, before I had time to explore the vague memories, the indifferent shadow that had just risen was dissolved by the light, and the man and woman sitting on the table were reflected.

The man was tall and handsome, and the woman was gentle and kind. As soon as he saw her come back, the man couldn't wait to take her from his grandfather's hands. His rough beard brushed against her face: "Xiaoyu."

This hug was warm and powerful, and the same as the unique embrace. Cold is the complete opposite.

She tried to rub it, but it felt too warm, as if her whole body would melt inside. She struggled harder because of the extreme discomfort.

The woman on the side became anxious and pulled the man hard: "You scared Xiaoyu, put her down quickly." After Mu Yu fell to the ground again, the woman gently held her hand and whispered, " Come, mommy will take you to wash your hands, it’s time to eat.”

The woman’s warm and dry hands led her through the twists and turns of the corridor, accompanying her through the circles of misty light and shadow. Mu Yu followed obediently, looking up at the overly gentle woman in front of him.

Seeing that she kept looking at him, the woman couldn't help but squat down to look at her, and touched her head kindly, as if she would never have a temper or impatience: "What's wrong?"

Mu Yu stared at her face, unable to do anything. The rising weirdness in her heart subsided, but at this moment, she restrained the outflowing doubts. She imitated a woman and showed a smile: "It's okay, Mom." She seemed to be very bad at doing such imitation, so she couldn't help but call out, "Mom." "Are you going to leave?"

The woman shook her head, acting like a naughty child, and answered decisively: "What are you talking about in your sleep?"

Mu Yu didn't speak again, letting her play with him.

When she returned to the dining table, the woman let her go, but unexpectedly she failed to let go. Mu Yu still held her clothes tightly and called stubbornly: "Mom."

Half of the woman's face was buried in the shadow of the backlight, and she couldn't see the details clearly. The other half was facing her, softly and without discussion. Pulling her away: "Xiao Yu, be obedient."

As the two were forcibly separated, the woman sat on the dining table, and together with the two people, they merged into invisible shadows in the blazing and dazzling light.

There is no food on the huge dining table. She was left alone facing three empty and blurry shadows.

The warmth of the woman's hand still lingered on her palm.

A bolt of lightning pierced the thick curtain in the house, causing the lights to flicker, followed by a muffled thunder that exploded in the sky. There was no sound of rain, one after another, eroding the increasingly dull lights. The three shadows also separated and merged into a ferocious ghost in the flickering light and shadow.

But for a moment, home no longer felt like home.

She never had a home.