Chapter 72 - Son Of Misfortune (1/2)

Chapter 72: Son of Misfortune

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Lonelytree

Shouldn’t childhoodthrough the field without a care in the world, crying in the mall because your parents wouldn’t buy you your favorite toy, listening to the bedti into sleep But if… childhood er, then perhaps it was a good thing that they were lost at some corner of one’s subconscious

At that moment, when Gu Jun saw the scene fro sealed Like a night, it disturbed the peace of the dreamer He saw himself when he was still a toddler, the period when he was still trying to speak and crawl At the ti Around hi one picture after another They were filled with that strangely-shaped trees, clustered vines, twisted branches, and dead leaves

These pictures had planted so unknown in their youthful and erow into… dark fruit in the end? When they slowly grew older, after they learned how to run, walk, talk, and think…

Gu Jun felt nothingness around hie trees He had forgotten the faces of the other children He could not bring himself to picture any of them anymore It was as if they had not interacted with one another after they parted He was special The gaze of many people told him that there was joy, anticipation, and curiosity But behind every gaze, there was a latent fanaticis treasure, re him of how his mother had looked at him Was that woman really his own mother? That was the first time Gu Jun had been suspicious of that, but it went no further than that because of the gentleness when she put him to bed, the smile when she fed him meals, the concern on her face when he fell… That was all real; they were the emotions of a mother He believed that But as a mother, how could she even fathom to treat her own child like that?

It was this sa, to write down all the foreign letters It was also this woman who placed the crown of Banyan tree leaves and roots on his head “Xiao Jun, just sit there and don’t move”

Her voice had an undercurrent of nervousness andor sad? But obviously, the fanaticisreat experireat result

With regards to this result, she could never give it up The experi those whisperings had already begun deep inside his implicit memory He was an experiment of the Afterlife Cult; that had already been decided before he even arrived in this world But the question hat kind of product was he?

The illusion started to shake, like static going through, but Gu Jun could still see soes The icy voice made it feel like the dark sky was about to fall Those people in black and red were still kneeling before the tree They did not raise their faces that were slowly lance at the tree hole before them It was as if once they did, they would lose their mind and sink into the endless hallucination forever It was a dangerous te to the underworld to save Eurydice, and Hades telling hiate of hell, Orpheus could not resist the urge to glance at his wife, and for that Eurydice was pulled back to hell for all eternity Or like hohen Abraha from the God of Destruction, Sodom, Abraham’s wife turned back to look and was instantly turned into a statue of salt When God told you not to look, you’d better not look Humans were never supposed to test God

“It’s like you said, Son of Misfortune,” the person in red who knelt at the front said in a self-effacing voice The ground underneath reeked froed not an inch “We are a bunch of filthy, foolish, perverse parasites, the disciples abandoned by the so-called Goddess of Life…”

None of the kneeling members made a noise There was complete silence, but above that stillness, there was an undercurrent of danger

Goddess of Life? Gu Jun had encountered that term in Raybundy’s diary She was the deity worshi+pped by that civilization Abandoned disciples… Theseas n civilization? But why? Where did they come from, and how did they know about this?

“The old world has already been destroyed We e and power We still cannot recognize the language from the old world,” the person in red uttered softly “But we still reave us…”

Gu Jun’s heart quivered The Afterlife Cult still had not laid their hands on the foreign drawings that he painted? Were they hidden away by his parents? Perhaps they had a different goal from the Afterlife Cult…

“Inferior lives” The child in the tree hole responded in a strange voice devoid of emotion “With your inferior request”