At this mont, not only were Song Que and Yu Sheng, who were trapped in the interlayer, in danger, but Bai Yanliang and Xu Zhifei in the corridor, and Yu Wenxuan and Lin Xiaohui on the deck also sensed an astonishing malice!
Only Yu Wenxuan and Lin Xiaohui on the deck could see clearly what was happening at this mont.
The entire "ship" was actually shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Moreover, as it shrank, the ship’s body turned back into a flesh-like texture, like a mountain of at floating on the sea.
Yu Wenxuan glanced at the moon; it was blatantly obvious that this was not a normal moon. It was too round, too large, and too close!
It seed to press down ahead of the ship, occupying a large part of the night sky.
Yu Wenxuan estimated that at this speed, in less than half an hour, the ship would reach below that giant full moon.
By then, it would beco the true aning of being "under the moon."
Yu Wenxuan’s expression was calm; even the hardest Fog Gathering has a decryption. In fact, he already had a solution that wasn’t a solution.
If it really couldn’t be stopped from moving forward, he would jump into the ocean.
That’s right... jump into this abyssal, terrifying, and penetratingly eerie sea.
Ever since boarding this ship, no one had ever thought of jumping into the sea.
But Yu Wenxuan was truly crazy, and in his view, whether the ocean or the ship was safer remained unknown.
However, sailing under the moon would trigger a nearly certain death decryption.
He would rather free himself from the shackles of the "ship" and soak in the sea to slowly figure things out.
What truly shocked him was the pendant in Lin Xiaohui’s hand.
"Did you make this pendant yourself?" Yu Wenxuan appeared calm, but inside he was in turmoil.
Lin Xiaohui stumbled, nearly falling over. Fortunately, the vibration caused by the sudden change was the ship’s overall shrinkage, which posed little problem for those of them standing on the deck.
She was just as incredulous; there couldn’t be two identical snowflakes in this world, and the sa was true of this pendant, because it wasn’t store-bought. The prism crystal pendulum on it was sothing she personally polished.
However... this unique handmade necklace had two of them now?!
And one of them was worn by a man she didn’t know at all.
"I polished this crystal pendulum myself. I just saw the marks on it; even the polishing marks were the sa..." Lin Xiaohui was extrely puzzled, why?
Why did a necklace that clearly only had one beco two?
"How did you get it?" Lin Xiaohui couldn’t help but ask.
Yu Wenxuan remained silent.
With Lin Xiaohui’s words, those not-so-clear childhood mories of his gradually resurfaced.
But this... was simply impossible!
How could he tell Lin Xiaohui that this necklace was handed to him personally by her nearly twenty years ago, when he was just a child...
Yu Wenxuan’s chest rose and fell, his breathing had never been so rapid.
It was only at this mont that Yu Wenxu could finally determine where his familiarity with "her" ca from.
This woman... this woman nad Lin Xiaohui, he had indeed seen her before.
But that... was already twenty years ago.
Right now, he and she were in a ti fragnt of Fog Gathering.
And in the real tiline, when he saw her, she seed to remain the sa, except for changes in her attire, her appearance was exactly the sa as the woman he saw when he was a child.
How could this be...
Yu Wenxuan suppressed the surging emotions in his heart; he unexpectedly... encountered soone in Fog Gathering who might have long disappeared from the real world, soone he had seen in his childhood.
And at that ti, she...
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Apart from Supermale Syndro and a congenital antisocial personality disorder, a young boy, or rather... a child, even in a normal growth environnt, couldn’t get too bad.
Yu Wenxuan in his childhood was the sa.
It was a winter in Ye City, Yu Wenxuan was carrying a backpack, walking at an unhurried pace on the street.
It had snowed last night, and the air was particularly biting this morning. The wind cut like a knife on his face.
At this ti, Yu Wenxuan was slimr and weaker compared to his peers, wearing a bulky school uniform, his face calm, even though he was less than ten years old, he exuded a presence even adults couldn’t ignore.
He was contradictory, physically frailer than his peers, yet ntally far more mature.
As an outlier, being bullied beca the norm.
Several "classmates" with unfriendly stares followed him on this school path.
Many tis, adults ignored the malice originating from children.
The malice from children is the purest form of malice.
So of it can even chill the heart and make one seriously ponder the reliability of the inherently evil theory.
"Hey, dead mosquito, why don’t you greet us when you see us?"
A disdainful nickna ca from behind. Because there was a character related to the word in his na, perhaps also to indicate killing him would be as simple as swatting a mosquito, the phrase "dead mosquito" stuck with young Yu Wenxuan for a long ti, even though it had no connection to him at all.
Childlike malice was pure... not exactly tyrannical nor driven by any conflicts of interest, just simply disliking him.
Yu Wenxuan didn’t even pause; he couldn’t be bothered to speak to these people. Since childhood, he had understood that "communication" depended on the recipient.
These trouble-seeking children could be ignored, and after buzzing for a bit, they’d leave. This was how he usually handled them.
What caught young Yu Wenxuan off guard today was that it had snowed last night.
The street was covered with snow.
Seeing him not respond, a few snowballs imdiately flew from behind.
Perhaps out of anger, the snowballs were packed tight and even had stones wrapped inside to add weight.
"Bang—"
Yu Wenxuan’s back of the head couldn’t see, naturally also unable to see the flying stone-laden snowball.
He was hit on the back of the head, his vision went black, and he fell straight into the snow.
The back of the head is a very fragile place, where the skull ets the brainstem, or rather... the brainstem anyway.
The brainstem area is equivalent to the human body’s life nerve center; it controls the body’s most basic life functions, such as breathing, heartbeat, blood circulation, brain activity, etc.
This stone-filled snowball was heavy, and before Yu Wenxuan fell, one thought occupied his mind.
"What fools..."
"In the future, can’t give fools the chance to do foolish things..."
Those kids seed scared stiff too, for seeing soone fall motionless was a frightening sight in their eyes.
A few bad seeds hollered and ran away.
No reason, no conflict, just simple malice.
Yu Wenxuan lay on the sidewalk, wrapped in the cold snow.
This morning, if he wasn’t found and taken to the hospital soon, he might die on the street.
And it was at this mont the woman appeared.
Lin Xiaohui, holding an artist’s board, looked at the boy collapsed on the sidewalk, alard.
She imdiately took out her phone and called for ergency help.
Cold snowflakes drifted from the gloomy sky, slowly landing on Yu Wenxuan’s eyelids.
The cool sensation made his eyelid twitch, consciousness returning, in his mind’s eye he saw only a crystal pendant, swaying in front of him...
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