Chapter 55: Fear

Shen Xu had already disappeared when he reached the foot of Mingyuan Mountain. The hills without any light are in sharp contrast to the colorful streets at the foot of the hills.

Mu Yu stood in front of the path up the mountain, looking at the dark path and refusing to move one more step. Nagini, who had been released by her, also lingered obediently at her feet.

The cool breeze flows straight down from the top of the mountain without any sound. There is no longer the unique chirping of cicadas on summer nights, no more flying fireflies, it seems that there are only piles of trees growing randomly, and the whole mountain seems to be dead.

It would have been dead.

The howling wind made her dazzled for a moment, as if the deal with the clan not long ago was just a dream. It was just a five-year-old girl who was lazy and ran to the bench at the foot of the mountain to avoid practicing, and did it under the afternoon sun. A dream with less vivid colors.

She will wake up, and when she wakes up, her grandfather will still sit next to her, patiently waiting for her to wake up: "Don't sleep here next time, it's easy to catch a cold."

Obviously he didn't sound angry or disappointed, but from then on Mu Yu never dared to be lazy again.

When she was a child, Mingyuan Mountain was more mysterious and magnificent than Kunlun to her. The space could be changed at will, and every plant and tree seemed to be alive. Soon she understood that these were just the effects of the formation, and the mystery of Mingyuan Mountain remained unchanged. Instead, it went one step further and became a sacred and unattainable peak in her heart.

Even time can stand still here.

There was a chill in the jade pendant in her hand, and she held it tightly, as if only by holding it could she find some support and walk on in the darkness.

She gathered her clothes, and she shivered not knowing whether it was because she wore too little or because the night breeze was biting. She asked a question that even she thought was very childish: "Tom, are you there?"

If she usually had hundreds of euphemistic ways to confirm his existence, but tonight, in front of this extremely familiar hill, she wanted to If there is no one of them, it seems that there is no other way but to show weakness.

Nagini hissed twice, as if he was tired of his surroundings and eager to explore new places.

She never expected any answer and just followed the path to the top of the mountain. Unexpectedly, she had just taken a few steps, and the stronger and stronger wind was mixed with responses.

"I've always been there." He seemed to be struggling, and he was also carefully testing her intention to expose her weakness. "It's just a mountain, just a house, Yu, it's no big deal." No matter how

deep the night was, no matter how narrow and steep the path was . , for her, everything is like walking on flat ground. The breath of this mountain was familiar to her.

"It's no big deal," she repeated. The girl's unique melodious tone mixed with the mountain breeze, breaking down all the emotions contained in it. "I've walked this road countless times, up and down the mountain."

He wanted to despise this girl for always keeping it. He allowed this weakness to exist until now, and wanted to laugh at her remaining innocence, but found that he could no longer say even one sarcastic word to the girl.

The warmth and comfort of the jade pendant made his soul feel drowsy. The girl's gentle tone was like a warm spring flowing into this piece of land. The coolness and warmth made him inexplicably excited and excited.

Just like a hungry traveler longing for sweet springs, at this moment, on a foreign hill, he was also longing for Mu Yuxin's story.

This is her home, a place that is as important to her as her soul.

Now this place was open to him without any scruples.

"When I first learned the formation, I had to climb all the way from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Even a piece of grass on the way could become a maze of formations." When recalling the past, she swept away her previous calmness. Only then did she truly look like an escaped twelve-year-old. Year old girl.

Unfortunately, the night is always good at covering up everything.

"The formation is very simple. I walked through the formation about a dozen times and no matter how many changes it made, it was no different to me than walking on flat ground. When I was able to crack the formation, I discovered that grandpa..."

She stopped, and the pause was not obvious. , but it seemed particularly abrupt in the silence.

Grandpa set up dozens of protective formations, but behind the harshness, he always cared about her silently. It was only then that the thin word "family love" in the book came alive in her world.

It also withers quickly.

However, these two words never existed in Tom's world.

The fading memory seemed to be stained with sourness, and spread to other places bit by bit. It is different from the barb in my heart when I witnessed Albert Greengrass' deep feelings for Daphne and Astoria. This slowly spreading sourness is more like the green berries I accidentally picked in the mountains when I was young.

It is astringent and sour at first, but the fruity aroma lingers in the aftertaste, and the sweetness goes straight to your bones when you bite into it.

She bit her lip.

"Grandpa has always been very strict. In Eastern monasticism, it is normal for me to meditate for a day when I first started. I often sneaked down the mountain to buy crabmeal dumplings to eat. Once I sneaked away and was discovered by my grandfather not long after I ran away. I ran as fast as I could and rolled over. Ni, was punished and not allowed to eat crab meat dumplings for a month." She seemed to have little emotion when mentioning these things, and just chuckled, "I know these things are just as ridiculous as Ginny Weasley's trivial matters, there is no need to laugh at them. It's just tonight for me."

Maybe tonight is still a trap carefully laid by her.

Tom Riddle initially despised it. Ever since he was in school, he had been impatient to deal with the chatter of girls and hated those girls who revolved around boring trivial matters all day long. But Mu Yu's calm and indifferent tone was more profound and vivid than the words Ginny Weasley wrote on the Horcrux.

The hill was still breathing in the breeze. This mountain might be really weird, so weird that he began to fantasize about it, or it might be like a picture scroll that was consciously displayed in front of him through an unknown fantasy.

He could imagine the little girl covered in mud running wildly on the mountain road, carefully descending the mountain to steal food, and every picture scrolled uncontrollably in his soul.

It is both the beauty he wants to destroy and the light he has ignored throughout his life.

It was also because he tore up a painting that he was able to let this girl who suddenly broke into his world, this erratic cloud, and the flower blooming in the abyss stay with him.

It will be eternal, after all... specimens are also eternal.

He listened carefully all the way without interrupting, just like she walked through the cemetery in Godric's Hollow before Christmas, listening silently to his sins.

The top of the mountain has finally arrived.

Until she reached the top of the mountain, Mu Yu couldn't understand why she would show so much vulnerability to Tom tonight. Maybe it was because of the strange sweetness and sourness, or maybe it was just because she only had one companion left who could still speak a few words.

The answers don't matter.

She has traveled to many places, including London, Albania, and Norway, and has seen the hazy night of the Black Lake, the dull and depressing night of Albania, and the never-falling setting sun of Alesund.

But these seemed to her the same monotony, boring, and boring.

Xianghai, her hometown, is always different.

This place has brought her endless nightmares, but it is also the birthplace of countless beautiful things. It is her lifelong destination, and she is destroying this destination herself.

She clearly understands the consequences of cooperating with Shen Xu, and clearly understands the meaning that one Kunlun is not enough.

This will be a war that burns the entire Kyushu, and Xianghai City cannot be an exception.

Olivia's memory suddenly came to her for some reason. Mu Yi described to Olivia the towering Kunlun Mountains and the magnificence of Shu Mountain. I wonder if he had ever described the sunset over the Fragrant Sea to Olivia. Would that girl who could only sit in the Ravenclaw common room use her imagination to describe the world, that girl who spent her whole life trying to grasp a piece of nothingness, know that fantasy is the easiest thing to break?

All the memories she described on the winding road up the mountain tonight were just illusions she had spun for herself.

She couldn't hold on to the last ray of sunset on Mingyuan Mountain, nor could she escape from the long, dark corridor. All she could do was avoid being chased. Only by holding the entire chessboard in your hands can you avoid being chased.

Whether it’s a story or a fantasy, it must come to an end.

She talked too much, revealed too much, and subconsciously wanted to stop, but there was an unknown force from the heart that made her continue, "Then there will be Kunlun. As soon as I learned about the existence of Kunlun, I thought Go. "

There are too many secrets and legends in Kunlun Academy. I don't care about anything else. I just want to explore the mysteries of life. "

Can the soul breathe? A sense of suffocation occupied Tom Riddle's mind at this moment. This sense of suffocation did not come from the death he had always been afraid of, but from the excitement of climbing to the extreme. The extreme excitement stimulated him to have already The exhausted heart beats silently in his broken soul.

Is it because of the desire for the mystery of life?

"I want to explore the mystery of life, not to prevent death." At first I just wanted to understand why my parents, as monks, could die so easily. Later I thought..."

A meteor happened to cross the sky. Mu Yu fell into silence looking at the sparse stars. Tom Riddle did not rush her.

"I want to learn how to use death and chaos as weapons. Later, I understood that death and chaos were all pawns on a chessboard. The stars will not last forever. Thousands of stars are just fragile fireflies that can burn out at any time in the endless universe. Only the void that connects all the stars is eternal. My cultivation is also loosening step by step, and I can feel the power, the steady flow of power.

Her hand almost sank into Jade Perry, "But, Tom, the void is so dark, so dark that I can't even see the chessboard, and it's so cold there, so cold that my own existence is numbed. " "

Perhaps only Tom Riddle in this world knows that. The moment the last word fell, a tear fell on the jade pendant.

The bitterness of Mu Yu's tears permeated his broken soul.

"I know that spell needs more life. People do experiments. Can't be here, I can't..."

The biting wind on the top of the mountain swallowed up her murmur.

"I've done everything I need to do. I want to go back to London. No matter where I go, I just need to go back to London." She looked at the end of the sky and saw only A sea of ​​stars dotted with lights, "In Alesund, disguised as the gods worshiped by house elves, promising the return of the gods, they knelt down and worshiped so devoutly, as if the fun was no longer so fun after it reached its peak. The shepherd must also be lonely. "

Tom Riddle stood beside her. For the first time, he wanted a body so eagerly. He longed for an eternal body all the time, but at this time, he just wanted to have a body.

Mu Yu was afraid.

He suddenly remembered his thirteenth year, a past that he no longer wanted to recall. It was the time when he was at his most humble. He was almost careful to please everyone and dig out the secrets he wanted from everyone. His thoughts jumped back to that summer, in July, when he took Morfin, his uncle's wand, and killed his filthy Muggle father

in Little Hangleton Riddle Mansion . He sat in front of the dining table, with three cold corpses lying on the ground, watching the midsummer sunset inch by inch from the window edge with an attitude of absolute victor, watching the shadows of the night gradually spread. At the age of sixteen, he. For the first time, he tasted the pleasure that the Death Curse brought to him, the pleasure of controlling the life and death of others.

Mu Yu had experienced this pleasure at the age of thirteen, and even earlier.

He wanted to say something, to mock Mu Yu. He was timid and wanted to induce her to continue walking fearlessly, wanting to shift the topic back to layer upon layer of planning, but he was too good at organizing words.

However, he finally said to her: "Yu, don't be afraid. "

He got closer to her, so close that his soul almost passed through her: "Happy birthday. "

July 13th is her birthday. Maybe it's because he has a special liking for the number seven, or maybe July is too deeply impressed on him. In short, he remembers this date firmly. It's

clear that there are thousands of words to say, and it's clear that he There are many things that can be said about interests, calculations, and use, but all the words are reduced to four useless words - Happy Birthday.

"You don't want to go back to that house in England." The wind finally stopped, and the lights of the city were there. The lights were flickering in the low whimpering wind, making the hills without many lights more like being shrouded in a mass of darkness that could not be seen clearly. "Little Hangleton, the old Riddle house, would be a good choice."

He always said She could get a glimpse of her thoughts.

She knew where the "Riddle House" was without asking, "That's where

he killed his biological father. "

There was a hint of sobs in her voice . As tiny as a speck of dust, it couldn’t be hidden from him: “I found a way to reshape my body. "

This choking and fragility is shorter than the passing meteor: "A spiritual tree that is more than a thousand years old, Nagini's venom, the yin and yang conversion array, and... the Nascent Soul of three powerful ascetics, or a powerful wizard heart. Only in this way can the curse of the unicorn be lifted. "

"Find a way to lead three... ascetics to a place. It's best not to alert anyone. "

This is more difficult than seducing three wizards," she seemed a little confused, "Tom, why?"

Tom Riddle had no way to answer this question. He wanted to say that he longed for the legendary Nascent Soul that gathered the essence of ascetics. He wanted to say He wants the most perfect body, but he clearly understands that these are not the real answers.

"And Harry Potter. I want him to watch me come back to life in person, and I want him to die in despair like his parents. "

He still avoided her question.

Mu Yu stared at his incomplete soul intently, as if vowing to find the answer in it, and finally gave up.

"I also want to deal with three people with my own hands and ask for an interest from Kunlun College. "Even with her current ability, it is very difficult for her to kill three monks who can condense the Nascent Soul at once, and she may even have a narrow escape.

For the first time, she did not shy away from touching her withered face, stubbornly holding on to her pair of red eyes. Looking for similar madness and persistence in his eyes: "Madman, together. ”