Zongman: Please stop destroying the worldview!

All these ingredients have been dyed into different shades of strange brown by the curry sauce, which is really hard to look at.

Xiangzi's father asked tremblingly, "Is this some new type of abstract art?"

Xiangzi was even more blunt: "This doesn't look like it's edible at all."

"how is this possible?"

Chen Mo took a bite and put it in his mouth: "It's quite good, you should try it before you comment."

Xiangzi stared at the strangely shaped dish, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage: Look, Chen Mo ate it himself, it can't be poisonous!

Carefully scooping a spoonful of barely passable rice, she took a bite. Her eyes widened instantly, and she quickly scooped a second and third spoonful, completely oblivious to the visual impact of the dish. The spicy aroma of curry blossomed on her tongue, the sweetness of coconut milk perfectly neutralizing the spiciness, and the tenderness of the chicken made her sigh.

"But..." Xiangzi mumbled as he wolfed down his food, "How could you make something so delicious look so ugly? These stockings are so weird!!"

Chen Mo shrugged. "He's a natural talent, huh? As long as it tastes good, that's all. At least this thing looks better than a pile of starchy corpse."

If cuisine is judged on three dimensions: color, aroma and taste, then Chen Mo's dimensional chart is absolutely heartbreakingly biased - the aroma and taste are all present, but the color is just okay, so it's better not to mention it.

When Xiangzi and his daughter were complaining about the ugly appearance and were reluctant to eat it, the bell suddenly sounded.

Xiangzi put down the spoon and slapped his forehead; "Oh, by the way, Xiaomu asked me out this afternoon! She's here to pick me up!"

Xiangzi opened the door and saw a girl who was so pale that she was almost transparent, with light green hair and eyes, and an overly delicate appearance. She was like a walking doll.

The girl named Mu stared at Xiangzi blankly: "Xiang, I'm here to pick you up."

"Oh, good! You came too early to get the stockings!"

Mu turned to look inside the house, looking at Chen Mo with some confusion. Xiangzi quickly introduced them to each other: "This is Ruoye Mu, my good friend since childhood. This is Chen Mo, my neighbor who often helps me in life."

Mu hummed calmly, and Chen Mo picked up his masterpiece and greeted him in the unique Chinese way:

"Hello, I just made curry rice. Xiao Mu, would you like to have some?"

Xiao Mu's pupils trembled as she looked at the strange food made by Chen Mo. Then she looked at Xiangzi, who still had brown curry sauce on the corner of his mouth. She was shocked to find that her childhood friends actually gathered together to eat this kind of thing!

Xiangzi also noticed it and tried to explain awkwardly: "Well, Chen Mo's cooking is like this, although it looks..."

Xiao Mu: "Xiang, are you eating shit?"

"That's too much, stockings! Xiao Mu!"

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"That's too much! That kid has such a vicious tongue! Is what I made really that ugly!?"

Chen Mo returned to the Mage Tower and complained while feeding the leftovers to the cat and the dog.

Bruce: "Man, that doesn't even sound like shit."

Chen Mo: "Shut up! I shouldn't be discussing this kind of topic with a dog."

Feline Feline came over to comfort him, "Don't be sad, Boss! Look at the cute cat tricks I learned from the internet!"

Chen Mo: "You learned it so quickly? Let me see."

Felynx waved its front paws up and down: "Dunk your meow-meow-meow!"

"What have you learned?"

"No, stop making trouble."

Chen Mo picked up the Heavenly Fire Sacred Judge and calmed down the cats and dogs.

It was not yet dusk, but the sky outside the window began to take on an abnormal blood-red hue, and a faint black mist began to swirl in the air of the rental building.

He listened carefully, and heard more and more emotional noises coming from the surrounding residents. Almost every household was crying, roaring, or ecstatic. Even from Xiangzi's house next door, the abnormal emotional sounds of the father and daughter could be heard.

"Mizuho, ​​wuwuwuwuwu."

"Father, why, why do you disregard family affection so much?"

"Mom? Mom? Is that you? I miss you so much."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Deng, I really can't do anything"

"Chuhua, please, let me forget everything"

Chen Mo's expression turned serious as he gave his summon an order:

“Bruce, go next door and take Xiangzi and the others to the Mage Tower and keep them under guard and protect them;

"Elu Cat, try to explore outside as stealthily as possible to see where this abnormal emotion has spread."

"Got it, man!"

"Copy that, boss!"

Chen Mo opened the door of the Mage Tower and walked into the corridor. The voices coming from the surrounding residents became clearer.

People who live in these cheap rental houses usually have all kinds of difficulties and sorrows in their lives. Various emotions are aroused and intertwined, resonating with the black fog that permeates the air, covering half of the block here.

Chen Mo jumped down from the building and ran towards the center of the area:

"This time, this evil spirit is finally worth watching. It can cast a proper barrier. That evil god is really quick—as expected, Jianzi is its eye!"

Chapter 37 The Heavy Rain That Never Stopped

where is this place?

Yes, this is my home.

When Xiangzi came to his senses, he was already standing in front of the Toyokawa family's mansion. The bright yellow flowers were sparkling in the bright sunshine.

My friends are waiting for me to play in the garden.

Xiao Mu!

Chuhua!

Xiangzi felt that his body had become smaller, and he no longer had to endure the impulse in his heart, so he ran towards his best playmate.

Happy Xiangzi and his friends were playing and frolicking in the garden. Blue, green, and golden figures were running around in the garden, chasing, playing, searching for insects hidden in the tree trunks, and putting their puppet toys together to make up childish stories. . .

The gentle father and mother stood at the door, watching the children playing, with sincere smiles on their faces.

The mother was a little worried: "The children are playing too hard. If they continue to sweat, they will easily catch a cold." But the father didn't care: "Let them play. Children need more exercise to grow up healthily!"

Mother: "Really, you spoil them too much."

The cool spring water wet their skirts, and the splashed mud soiled their shoes and socks. The three people, tired of playing, lay side by side on the stone table in front of the fountain, watching the clouds in the sky change, laughing and comparing the shapes of the clouds to various objects.

Xiao Mu pointed at the clouds in the sky and shouted, "Xiangzi, look! Doesn't that cloud look like a doll?!"

Xiangzi: "Yeah, it looks like a dancing puppet. I think we can call her Mortis!"

She turned her head and looked at Chu Hua who was lying quietly beside her: "Chu Hua, what do you think?"

Chu Hua: "It's all right, Xiao Xiang. As long as I can be with you, anything is fine, fine, fine——"

Chu Hua's voice suddenly changed, and the intermittent words changed from brief agreement to resentful curses.

Xiangzi was suddenly startled and she jumped up. The sunny sky was covered with dark clouds, the flowers had withered, and the mansion was covered with dust.

"Chuhua, what's wrong with you?"

She looked at Chu Hua in fear, her face twitching and flickering like a damaged computer picture.

Xiangzi saw that there were two similar faces, competing for presence on Chuhua's face. He should have noticed earlier that Chuhua's two faces were different. Or had he already noticed it, but just didn't want to doubt it?

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Chu Hua's body gradually collapsed, only his mouth was still repeating the devilish muttering:

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m not Chuhua.

But for Xiangzi, I can be Chuhua. I am Chuhua, I must be Chuhua

"Hatsuka, Hatsune? Hatsuka? Hatsune? Xiangzi? Xiangzi, Xiangzi, Xiangzi."

Xiangzi backed away, trying to grab Xiaomu's hand. But Mu was standing far away outside the garden, uttering a few short words:

"Xiang, goodbye."

What does that mean? A chill washed over Xiangzi, and he suddenly realized, had Xiaomu always been so quiet?

In the past, how long ago, she loved to laugh and talk so much, but where is that lively little Mu now?

"Xiao Mu! Where did you go, that lively you!?"

Mu looked at Xiangzi with lifeless eyes: "That Mu is dead."

No, that's not right, it shouldn't be like this!

Xiangzi turned and ran home. "Mom! Dad! Something's wrong with my friend!"

But my mother was gone. In the dusty house, only a cold coffin and a black and white photo remained. In the photo, my mother's smile was still so gentle.

But she could no longer respond to herself.

Faceless people stood silently on both sides, as if mourning something. Xiangzi cried and ran through the crowd, looking for his last support.

Father, Father, where have you been? I need you!

But the gentle and reliable father had also disappeared, leaving only a strange drunk man lying on the ground and mumbling incoherently.

Everything vanished, everything left her. A voice spoke to her: "Death and death, separation, are tragic events in the world. All things are impermanent, and the pain of love and separation is inevitable for everyone."

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No, that's not right. I haven't lost everything yet. I still have something!

Xiangzi turned around and ran desperately out of the manor.

She ran and ran until her body grew bigger, until the dark clouds turned into a rainstorm, and the empty suburbs turned into crowded streets.

She finally stopped in front of a door, and her bandmate was inside. We once vowed to be soul mates for life.

As long as he opened the door, he could see them again and escape from that sad manor.

But why is my heart so painful?

Don't open that door. Don't go through that door. Don't say that.