The whole sunny town suddenly became gloomy.

These people, with a cold air, huddled around the town.

They are all people who have nothing but to be immersed in their dreams.

I want to destroy the museum, but do I really want to destroy these unfortunate people together?

……

Looking up to the end of the street, the old man who came home was sitting alone under the street lamp, looking at the sky silently.

There was no one around him.

There was no stewed meat in hand, only a homemade cigarette, and only the last piece was left.

Because he borrowed the characteristics of the old man to enter the museum, Lu Xin understood the old man's past.

Thirty years ago, he lived a carefree life. After the red moon, he experienced great changes. Originally, he had a wife who would never leave and a pair of lovely and sensible children.

Even though he was a little bit of a jerk in his youth, he later reformed himself and made great efforts to live. He made contributions in the war against madmen and helped to rebuild civilization.

But his life was as miserable as a curse.

The son died in the car accident, and the daughter was deaf because of high fever. He and his wife brought up their daughter and recruited a lame but kind-hearted son-in-law. As a result, the daughter had a difficult labor when giving birth, and finally died on the operating table, leaving only one grandson.

My son-in-law is diligent and capable, but because of an engineering accident, he was squeezed into meat mud by two cement boards.

His wife died in a series of disasters, so he raised his grandson himself, looking forward to his growing up.

As a result, when he was six years old, he died of a small cold.

Xin busy life, suddenly looking back, this world is only their own, and an old cow may die at any time.

Such a life, how to face the suffering?

In other words, what can others do except watch such suffering?

……

"A fool is lost. Paranoid soul, incomplete forever

"In a cage, red eyes and red tongue. Sleep in the grave, always with the stars

“……”

While Lu Xin was thinking about this problem, there was an ethereal song in the town..

This kind of singing is empty and strange, with a little tremor, lacking the vitality of the living, it is like the ghost crying floating in the cemetery.

At the beginning of singing, it was just a single and illusory voice, but gradually, more and more voices gathered into a stream.

The stream becomes a river, and the river flows into the sea.

So, in this small town, all the lonely souls suddenly look up at a loss.

They moved their lips and followed the song. Slowly, like the living dead, they came from all directions of the town.

Shaking, Qi fan, kneeling on the bluestone floor of the town.

Lu Xin saw a lot of people, the whole town at least tens of thousands of people, they all gathered together.

Empty eyes, numb expression, with that strange song, slowly shaking the body.

The body seems to be on top of a clock, slowly draw three circles to the left, and then draw two circles to the right, and then slowly erect the waist, and then heavily kowtow down, with a thump, the forehead was knocked out of a bruise, and slowly straightened up.

Once, once, as if mechanical, repeat this action, kowtow to the front, as if in worship of their God.

Lu Xin felt that the strength of the town was increasing.

Just now I saw the illusion, as if it had the function of automatic repair, and gradually improved.

Being stepped out of the gap of the bluestone path, is a little bit more complete, the air around, is unlimited pressure.

The invisible mental force affected his brain.

The scenery and the people in front of him are becoming out of focus.

He saw the endless figure, as if it had become a whole.

They swayed their bodies and kowtowed forward, more and more orderly, exaggerated and uniform.

The voice in the mouth is becoming louder and louder.

At the end, it was like thunder, wave after wave, rolling forward.

It seems that the brain has been strongly impacted and squeezed by this kind of singing.

These people are trying to get their dreams back.

Lu Xin suddenly understood.

The spiritual fluctuation of these people is consistent with that of the archbishop.

This small town is not the main body of the disaster Museum, but the soul of disaster.

Everyone who has reached the third stage can make his spiritual strength increase infinitely.

But how to keep sober and rational is the core among the unlimited spiritual power.

With the help of this disaster Museum, the Archbishop of disaster ensures that he has unlimited disaster power by putting these unfortunate people into bottles.

No wonder he can parasitize the queen of happy town with such great spiritual power, because he has these collections as backing.

……

Nose slightly hot, blood seems to have been flowing out.

Lu Xin's eyes were cold, his hands twitched slightly, and twisted into a strange look.

His eyes had turned red and he wanted to go straight ahead and tear the crowd to pieces.

But is that really the case?

"Gudong".

His heart seemed to beat heavily, and Lu Xin's eyes were clear again.

In fact, there are no fanatical crowds and monsters. There are just a group of poor people.

So Lu Xin breathed slowly, and his expression became gentle gradually.

……

"I've felt your pain, so I understand you."

Quietly thinking for a long time, Lu Xincai slowly looked up and looked at them seriously.

In fact, there is no need to say these words at this time, but Lu Xin still looked at them and said seriously: "your pain and misfortune were taken away and made into a weapon to hurt others. Someone lured you with false illusions and let you continuously enhance his strength. Did this help you or put you into the abyss of pain, A deeper push? "

"You've been cheated. You think this place can help you forget the pain, but you always remember it."

After a deep breath, Lu Xin's voice was very low: "your pain and misfortune have happened. I can't help you."

"But I think, in this false world, I can at least give you something real."

“……”

He seriously said these words, and then pulled the doll, gently bowed to them.

"My sympathy."

He spoke slowly in a very gentle voice

"It may not help, but I really know how hard your life is."

……

His voice is not big, but in this spiritual world, it is transmitted to everyone's ears.

Some old man sitting in an invisible corner, enjoying the duel, was slightly stunned.

He slowly raised his face, which was covered by the brim of his hat.

……

Compassion 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 goes on, and it sounds like it's still so crazy.

All the people are still in the same posture, worshiping an Unknown God in that strange way.

But in this fanatical crowd, there was a woman who was coerced in the ranks. After feeling Lu Xin's influence, her numb expression changed slightly. She was still singing and worshiping like others, but her face gradually shed tears.

Gradually, her cry became louder and louder, she could not sing any more, and her kowtow was in disorder.

Lu Xin met the woman in the bottle.

At that time, in order to save her husband, she sold her small restaurant and spent all her savings, but her husband still died, so she became silent and numb, as if nothing could affect her any more.

She hasn't said a word seriously for many years, and she doesn't show any emotion.

But at this time, she suddenly began to cry. Her shoulders kept shaking. The cry grew louder and louder, and she became wailing.

Her cry is very sad, as if to vent all the grievances and pain.

She's just the first. There are more people in this town who are being affected.

Their neat and uniform action, like the long dike destroyed by the ant nest, gradually broke up, and seemed to be their own numbness and invariability, corroded by a crack, so the second, the third, the fourth, also cried.

More and more crying, it seems that itself also has a strong force, began to take the initiative to spread.

Crying appeared in this beautiful town, but shocked the whole world.

……

Too many people underestimate the power of compassion.

Compassion is perhaps the most useless emotion in the world.

But for those who are numb by disaster and misfortune and whose shell is as cold as a stone, a little sympathy can break the shell. In their numbness, they feel painful and have the ability to cry.

Being able to cry is a very happy thing in itself.

So, cry to your heart's content.

Lu Xin looked at the group of crying people in silence and wished them a real rebirth in his heart.

……

"Impossible, impossible..."

"How dare you?"

“……”

When the bottle was full of crying, the Archbishop of disaster in the cocoon of light showed an expression of surprise and even hatred.

He should have done his best to complete the parasitic ceremony, but he did not care about it, because he could feel the changes in the disaster Museum, and his power was no longer pure. So he weighed it quickly and made a decision.

Suddenly, a large number of nerves and blood vessels came out of the Queen's body.

With scarlet blood, floating in the air, and then quickly swam out of the light, flew to one side.

There is a black box hidden in the ruins of Kaixin town.

Inside the box is an old museum model.

He flew out of the nerves and blood vessels, have rushed to the model, straight into.