Chapter 529 - 529: What can you give to the unfortunate people?

Chapter 529 - 529: What can you give to the unfortunate people?

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The bright and sunny little town suddenly became gloomy.

These people all had a cold and gloomy aura, and they were all curled up in various parts of the town.

They already had nothing, and could only be immersed in their beautiful dreams.

He wanted to destroy the museum, but did he really want to destroy all these unfortunate people?

He looked up at the end of the street. The old man who had just returned home was sitting alone under the streetlight, looking at the sky silently.

There was no one around him.

He didn’t have any meat to stew, only a self-made cigarette that was burnt to the last bit.

As he had borrowed the old man’s identity to enter the museum, Lu Xin was familiar with the old man’s past.

Thirty years ago, he had a carefree life. After the Crimson Moon, he had experienced a great change. He originally had a wife who never left him and a pair of lovely and sensible children.

Even though he had been a scoundrel when he was young, he had turned over a new leaf and worked hard to live. He had made contributions in the war against the lunatics and had helped in the reconstruction of civilization.

However, his life was as miserable as if he had been cursed.

His son had died in a car accident, and his daughter had gone deaf because of a high fever. He and his wife worked hard to raise their daughter and found a crippled but kind son-in-law. In the end, their daughter had a difficult labor and died on the operating table, leaving only a grandson.

His son-in-law was hardworking and capable, but because of a construction accident, he was squashed into meat paste by two cement boards.

His wife had passed away in a series of disasters, so he raised his grandson and hoped that he would grow up.

In the end, when his grandson was six years old, he passed away from a small cold.

After a busy life, he suddenly looked back and realized that he was the only one left in the world, along with an old cow that could die at any moment.

How could he face the suffering in such a life?

In other words, what else could others do other than look at such suffering?

“Foolish man, I don’t know where you’ve gone. A stubborn soul, forever incomplete. ”

“Trapped in a cage, eyes red and tongue red. I’ll sleep in the grave and accompany the starry sky forever.”

Just as Lu Xin was mulling over this question, an ethereal singing voice rang out from within the small town.

This kind of singing was hollow and strange, with a little vibrato. It lacked the vitality of a living person, and was more like the wailing of a ghost in a Cemetery.

At first, the song was just a single and illusory sound, but gradually, the sound became more and more, converging into a stream.

The stream turned into a River, and the river flowed into the sea.

Thus, all the lonely and helpless souls in this small town suddenly raised their heads in confusion.

Their lips quivered as they followed the song. Slowly, they walked from all directions of the town like the Living Dead.

Shaking and moaning, he knelt on the stone floor of the town.

There were at least tens of thousands of people in the town, and they were all gathered here.

His eyes were empty and his expression was numb. Following the strange song, he slowly swayed his body.

His body was like a shaking Bell. The top of his head slowly drew three circles to the left, then two circles to the right. He slowly straightened his waist and then heavily kowtowed. With a thud, his forehead was bruised and swollen, and he slowly straightened up.

One time, another time, like a machine, they repeated this action, bowing forward as if they were worshiping their God.

Lu Xin could feel the town’s strength increasing.

His voice wasn’t loud, but in this spiritual world, it was transmitted to everyone’s ears.

An old man who was sitting in an invisible corner and enjoying the battle was slightly stunned.

He slowly raised his face that was covered by the brim of his hat, and his expression was a little strange.

Sympathy had always been the cheapest thing in the world.

However, just as Lu Xin said these words in a serious tone, a slight change gradually appeared in the small town.

The song continued, and it sounded as fanatical and crazy as ever.

Everyone was still in the same position, using that strange method to kowtow to an unknown God.

However, among the fanatical crowd, there was a woman who was held in the middle of the crowd. After feeling Lu Xin’s influence, her numb expression changed slightly. She continued to chant and bow like the others, but tears gradually began to fall from her face.

Gradually, her cries became louder and louder. She could no longer sing and her kowtowing became messy.

Lu Xin had seen this woman in the bottle before.

At that time, in order to save her husband, she sold the small restaurant that she had worked so hard for and spent all her savings. However, her husband still passed away, so she became silent and numb, as if nothing could affect her anymore.

It had been many years since she had spoken a single word seriously, and she had not revealed any emotion.

However, at this moment, she suddenly started crying. Her shoulders kept shaking, and her crying became louder and louder until it became a wailing cry.

Her cries were exceptionally sorrowful, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances and pain.

She was only the first one. There were many more people in this town who were being affected.

Their synchronized movements were like a dam that had been destroyed by an ant’s nest. They gradually collapsed, and it was as if a crack had been corroded in their numbness and immobility. The second, third, and fourth began to cry as well.

More and more cries seemed to possess a powerful force and began to spread.

The sound of crying appeared in this beautiful town, but it shocked the whole world.

Too many people had underestimated the power of sympathy.

Sympathy was perhaps the most useless emotion in the world.

However, for those who had been struck numb by disasters and misfortunes and whose outer shells were as cold as stone, a little sympathy could break this outer shell. In their numbness, pain appeared, and they had the ability to cry.

To be able to cry was a very happy thing in itself.

So, cry to your heart’s content.

Lu Xin looked at the crying group of people in silence and prayed in his heart, hoping that they would be reborn.

“Impossible, impossible ...”

“How dare you do this?”

When the bottle was filled with cries, the Archbishop of disaster, who was in the cocoon of light, revealed an expression of shock and even hatred.

He should have tried his best to complete the parasitism ritual, but he could not care less. He could feel the changes in the museum, and his power was no longer pure. Thus, he quickly weighed the pros and cons and made a decision.

Suddenly, a large number of nerves and blood vessels were pulled out of the Queen’s body.

It floated in the air with Scarlet blood, then quickly swam out of the light spot and flew in one direction.

There was a black box hidden in Happy Town, which had been reduced to ruins.

Inside the box was a model of an ancient Museum.

The nerves and blood vessels that flew out of his body all rushed to the model and stabbed into it..