musicians of old

Chapter 856 Night Falls (Final Chapter)
"Fan Ning, you..."

Pogrelic seemed to be hovering higher up, where the voice that constituted his true knowledge had become partially distorted and polluted.

He seemed to want to say something, but Fan Ning couldn't hear him. The "Dome Gate" that had been opened seemed to be sealed by something, blocking everything in deep space!
"Foolish, foolish!" Mr. F's furious voice echoed across the sky for an even longer time. "You think you've found a way to redeem these inferior beings, but in reality, you've chosen a sinful and foolish path! You've only saved an irredeemable world! And greatly increased my chances of success."

Mr. F's rebuke disappeared from Fanning's ears in just a few seconds.

In the end, there were only a few dying thuds of the timpani and the lingering A minor chords of the band in my ears.

Even the sound of my own heartbeat disappeared.

There was no response.

As Fan Ning flew backward, the "camera" in front of her slowed down, and her perception of time and space became dulled.

In the slowed-down "camera," the illusion of the sky boiling began to dissipate, other celestial bodies resembling organs began to fade, and the two sets of "triangular pillars" broke apart inch by inch due to the shattering of their common node, "the old day."

In the uninhabited mountains and plains, things that had been scattered and mixed together began to recede and separate. The world's process of resetting was abruptly halted, and the new calendar remained the same.

However, the "noon moon" still hung high in the sky, and the afterglow of the "unfading fire" had already lingered on the horizon.

"A hopeless world, hahaha."

Severely injured by the shattering of the "old days," Fanning quickly lost his mind under the erosion of these secret historical currents, and his memories of the so-called "blue planet classical music" began to blur.

Moreover, he saw that above the "ring ruins" which were already very far away, at the collapsed "X coordinate," the brightly colored, flowing film of soap was once again pouring out and spreading.

The ten-day receding tide ended with the passing of "noon".

All the shots were so quiet and slow, except for this splash of colorful liquid, which moved extremely fast.

The abnormal zone began to resurface at an unimaginable speed, filling up all the numbered areas that the discussion groups had once been in, and then spreading to the restricted coastal areas of the Southern and Western Continents.

There is no indication that it will stop or slow down; in fact, it will sooner or later infiltrate every tributary in the long river of history.

Fanning vaguely felt that she eventually fell into a pinkish-red area of ​​light, but it was probably just an illusion.

Because under the illumination of the dark green moon, the entire world appeared exceptionally bright and vivid.

The sound of the ferry's jets churning.

One evening, Fanning, wearing a gray trench coat, arrived at a small, arc-shaped town in southeastern Austria on the shores of Lake Mertraun by steamship.

"Click - click -"

He took out his phone and snapped a few photos, then adjusted his backpack, stretched out his hand to shield his forehead from the twilight, and gazed at the towering, razor-sharp Dolomec Mountains in the distance.

One side of the mountain is bare rock, while the other side is covered with vegetation, and the vast lake below ripples with blood-red shimmering waves.

“Roy’s recommended ‘niche route’ really is quite niche.” Fanning chuckled to herself at one point.

The air in the town was filled with the sweet aroma of dinner, and the shops on both sides had turned on their small lights. Fan Ning looked at the brown-haired girl leaning against the curtain on the second floor and enjoyed the melodious violin music drifting from there.

"Ding-a-ling~ Ding-a-ling~" The clear, ethereal sound of cowbells rang out.

Children sang and chased each other, while livestock lazily bellowed in response, and were herded to the farm by farmers in a line.

"First head north, and when you see the flower square on the main road, turn west onto West Street and keep walking towards the lake."

Fanning's finger swiped across the phone screen.

The profile picture of a beautiful girl with deep blue eyes in her Instagram private messages is accompanied by a long, seemingly endless message.

Fan Ning stopped and looked around as he walked.

The houses gradually thinned out, the outline of the trees stretched out in long arcs in the twilight, and the deep blue starry sky looked down upon him with a mysterious magnificence.

He saw a small house on the lakeside.

The walls and steps are white, the roof is blue and red in an inverted V shape, windows are on three sides, and the main entrance is slightly turned towards the lake, where the blood-red sunset is reflected on the water.

A flight of stairs, about a meter high, leads up to the entrance. Inside, simple wooden curtains divide the space into several areas, furnished with essential items such as tables, chairs, a piano, a fireplace, and a hammock.

A few tourists lingered, looking around. "Friends," the speaker explained, "'Traun' means 'royal land' in Bavarian, and the initial suffix 'mer' is similar to the pronunciation of 'salt' in Proto-Germanic. The place where we are now was once a large monastery in the Middle Ages, but over time, the monastery became the saltwater lake you see before you."

"During the Austro-Hungarian Empire, this area was developed into a salt mining industry zone, but it has been abandoned for over half a century. Only the small house where the composer once quietly created his works has become a pilgrimage site for some. Historical records show that the house was originally built by a woman named Shiran Kornal. After the composer, the house changed hands several times, and the current owners are the Andrei family."

Despite the sparse number of tourists, staff wearing headsets continued to provide explanations.

"Carolyn Van Ning?"

Fan Ning spelled out the composer's name on the standee.

Pronounce it syllable by syllable.

He didn't understand. He seemed to have never heard of it before, but it felt incredibly familiar, even bearing a resemblance to his own name, which was from the East.

The sound of a wheelchair gliding across the ground could be heard.

"Caroline's fans?"

A soft, sweet girl's voice came from behind.

Fanning turned around.

The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, not very tall, dressed in purple, and sat in a wheelchair because she suffered from a leg ailment.

She had shoulder-length black hair with a few drops of wine red at the ends.

“No.” Fan Ning shook his head.

"Is he a classical music fanatic?" the girl asked.

"Not really, I just listen to it occasionally because a close friend recommended it."

"for example?"

"Schubert's D.960".

"A close friend's recommendation?"

“A recommendation from a close friend.” Fan Ning nodded. “It’s like traveling here.”

The other people in the composing hut have all disappeared for some reason.

Including the staff member responsible for the explanation.

The logical break is so abrupt, yet so normal.

"Would you like to take a stroll by the lake?" The girl in purple turned the wheelchair she was sitting in.

“Sure, why?” Fan Ning asked, but agreed and followed behind.

The girl did not answer. The two stood on the shore of Lake Mertraun, looking at the last rays of the setting sun with melancholy and weariness.

There seemed to be a hint of peach pink in the afterglow.

The air was silent, like an hourglass that had run dry.

“I understand.” Fan Ning suddenly sighed. “This is the sanctuary I once left behind.”

This last section at the end of a tributary in the long river of history is about to be soaked in vibrant, colorful hues.

There are still so many regrets.

“Only evil can end evil.” Fanning watched as the colors spread across the sky, and everything returned to a chaotic and unfamiliar state. “Joan, I don’t think I did anything wrong, but I don’t understand, what happens after saving a hopeless world?”

The last streak of crimson on the horizon vanished completely.

Night fell.

(End of Volume 6)