AWB Chapter 271 Four Seasons Rotation
Chapter 271 Four Seasons Rotation
During the long wait, he forgot his name, his past, and everything that had happened. All that was left was a vague obsession and endless confusion.
The huge crow looked at its wings with a dazed look and flapped them gently. It was so familiar, yet so strange, as if it shouldn't be like this.
He had not communicated with other lives for so long that his language had become extremely awkward, and he had even forgotten the unique call of a crow.
The empty world is changing again. The exposed coke is disappearing under the corrosion of nature. The once endless sea in the east is now only a dry riverbed. No one knows where the sea water flows to and it will never be seen again.
He stood on the smooth, cracked cliff, gazing into the endless distance, with no one knowing what he was thinking in his dazed eyes.
"I."
"What are you doing?"
"Where is this place?"
Many questions surged in his heart, but he didn't know how to answer them, and he couldn't even understand why he thought so.
In a trance, he didn't know whether it was the long-term loneliness that made him hallucinate, or the phantom of many years ago appeared in the secondary world. A vague figure was reflected in the scarlet pupils.
He was far away in the horizon, only a small outline, illusory and ethereal, but he seemed so familiar in the crow's eyes. It was a back figure, not tall, a little thin, with his back to the crow so that he could not see the other person's face. He also looked a little strange, standing on two legs, wearing strange clothes, giving the crow a vague yet familiar feeling, as if he had seen such a scene many years ago.
The pitch-black crow spread its wings, flapped them, flew into the sky, and flew towards the figure at an extremely fast speed.
But no matter how long he flew, the distance between the figure and himself remained unchanged, as if, while he was getting closer, the other party was also getting farther away.
After flying for an unknown amount of time, Ji Mo felt a little tired. He fell from the sky, his eyes fixed on the figure in the distance. The other person bent down, as if picking up something from the ground, put it in front of his nose, and sniffed it gently.
Ji Mo looked at the figure's movements and tilted his head in confusion, unable to understand what the other person was doing in this broken world.
Is there anything else on the ash-covered ground? I've scanned this world countless times, and all that remains are broken fragments, not a single trace of beauty.
Ji Mo's gaze gradually shifted away from the figure. He glanced around, but he could no longer see the cliff where he was. All he could see was an endless dry riverbed, and occasionally a crack like an abyss. If he was not careful, he would fall into it.
During the long chase, Ji Mo also realized that something was wrong. Although his intelligence had been exhausted by the long loneliness, looking at the figure far away in the horizon, he still felt that there was something unusual by relying on his intuition.
"But why?"
The rusty brain gradually started to work, and distant and rigid guesses emerged in my mind.
"This shattered world has been devoid of life for years. Why did a figure appear?"
"Am I hallucinating?"
The crow tilted his head in thought, "But what is an illusion?"
There were too many words he could recall but whose meanings he had forgotten.
This time, his gaze turned to the figure in the distance again. The other person's back was still busy. His consciousness radiated towards that figure, but he could not sense the presence of any life.
In other words, the companion he had been looking forward to was once again sentenced to death. The final verdict was that there was nothing there. Even if there was, it was just an illusion remaining in the world, illusory and ethereal.
He was lost again, his huge figure slumped aside like a deflated ball.
He raised his wings and placed them on his chest in a daze, making strange movements.
"what is this?"
A strange feeling surged in his heart, a little choked and dull, as if a huge stone was pressing down on him, which he could not move or let go. When he thought about it carefully, he didn't even know what the stone was.
"Child, are you confused?"
A hazy voice sounded in his ears, and the crow's dazed body twitched slightly as if he had been electrocuted. He turned his head blankly and looked at the figure close at hand. As if frightened, he crawled forward a few steps, then turned around and looked at the figure.
The figure was illusory and ethereal, like a child and a young man, and occasionally changed into a middle-aged man, as if countless figures were forcibly superimposed on one another, constantly changing. The voice also changed from childish to old, the only thing that remained unchanged was the almost overflowing tenderness in the tone.
"Child, are you sad?"
The crow looked at him with dazed eyes, at a loss, its slender beak opening and closing. During the long wait, he forgot how to speak, and the sudden change also made him at a loss as to how to speak.
At this moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
He kept tilting his head, holding his breath, not knowing how to express it.
He wanted to speak, to communicate, but he didn't know what to do. Looking at the other person, he was worried that the illusory figure would disappear in the next moment. Multiple emotions and multiple words came together, making him not know where to start.
In the end, all I could do was fall into silence.
But that gaze never left the phantom, staring at him greedily, not willing to move away for a moment. This was the first time in many years that he heard the voice of another life, so precious.
It was like the first candle flame in the dark night sky, faint but enough.
The illusory figure was right in front of him, yet far away in the horizon. His gentle eyes gently swept over Ji Mo's body, like a kind father.
He did not break the silence, nor did he feel disgusted by Ji Mo's gaze. He could not get close, but he never went away, as if he had always been here.
"Don't panic, child, and don't be afraid."
"Everything will pass, the seasons will change, winter will end, and a new spring will always come."
He didn't know when a bunch of wheat ears appeared in the palm of his hand, with water droplets on them. He waved the wheat ears, and the water droplets fell in the air and hit Ji Mo's cheek, warm and hot.
The illusory figure approached, as if to break the current situation. Slender ears of wheat extended from his palm and gently touched Ji Mo's forehead. Suddenly, the sky and the earth turned upside down. The dead world was once again greeted by a strong wind. White clouds were blown in from nowhere by the strong wind, and the flying ashes covering the ground were also blown away by the strong wind.
In an instant, Ji Mo felt as if he was floating up. The broken sky welcomed the new scorching sun, the withered world was injected with new life, and the dissipated spiritual energy boiled again.