The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

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The window was blown open and slammed heavily on the coffin, causing new scars on the old and decayed wooden boards.

The cold wind, wrapped in damp water vapor, poured into the small broken room, and hit Ruan Mobei's face, mixed with bitter ice particles.

At the end of the gray sky, dark clouds are slowly moving towards this side.

Low buildings and a few dark green coniferous trees stood silently not far away, everything seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist.

Ruan Mobei watched for a while before closing the window forcefully against the wind.

He turned his head, and in the pile of debris in the corner of the room, the curled up boy seemed to be unable to bear the sudden cold, curling himself up even tighter.

The boy was still in a coma, and the gouged out wound on his left thigh was no longer bleeding, and a layer of dark red ice scab had formed.

I don't know if it's because of the high fever or the pain, the young man's brows are furrowed, and the corners of his lips are twitching.

Ruan Mobei walked over, sat down cross-legged, and held his frostbitten hand.

Ruan Mobei stared at this familiar yet unfamiliar face in the dark, was He Songming like this when he was young?He didn't quite remember, and in his memory, the other party was rarely in such embarrassment.

Ruan Mobei sighed silently, and recalled what "Moon" said to him a quarter of an hour ago - he didn't really want to call that ball of light "system" or anything else.

His soul is shattered, and the fragments of his memory are scattered in various worlds. Only by recovering them all can he have the hope of waking up again. Are you willing to save him?

Of course Ruan Mobei is willing.He Songming became what he is today because of him.

He and He Songming grew up together, but after graduating from university, he stayed in his hometown to work, and He Songming went abroad to continue his studies. If he hadn't returned to China specially to celebrate his 25th birthday, the reunion of the two would not have happened in the ward.

And just before the accident, He Songming sent him another text message besides "Happy Birthday".

16593455746

No one knows what the string of numbers that are the same as the phone number means.

What are you trying to tell me?

Ruan Mobei touched He Songming's forehead, it was hot.Compared to a normal eleven or twelve-year-old boy, he was indeed somewhat thinner. Apart from the fresh wound on his thigh, there were also many old and new scars intertwined on his arms and legs.

There is a coal stove that can boil water in the debris pile. Earlier, Ruan Mobei wanted to burn some snow water to moisten He Songming's chapped lips, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

Except for He Songming, it seems difficult for him to have substantial contact with other things in this world. He can't even touch the coal stove that is close at hand, and the wall in front of him is like air, which can be easily passed through.

Just now... how on earth did he close the window?

Ruan Mobei frowned, with a vague guess in his mind, he looked at the pile of debris on the other side of He Songming's body, and a thick oilcloth was covering it.

Ruan Mobei leaned out and reached out to tear off the tarpaulin and cover it for He Songming.

The boy's eyelashes covered with fine ice crystals trembled, and he opened his eyes at this moment.

The cold, pain and dizziness aggravated his confusion, so that he felt as if someone was holding his hand in a trance, warm, warm like an illusion, and he couldn't help but try to get closer.

When the vision was really clear, the young man suddenly realized that there was indeed a figure shrouded above his head against the gray daylight that sneaked in through the crack of the window.

His pupils shrank sharply, his sore body tensed instantly, he stretched out his hand to push without hesitation, slid his right leg to sit up, grabbed the nearest object, and pointed at Ruan Mo who was pushed back by him. Bei, so fast that it doesn't look like he is having a high fever.

"Who are you?" The boy's voice was dry and hoarse.

Ruan Mobei braced himself to stabilize his figure. He glanced down at the rubber shoe pointed at his throat, and looked at He Songming's vigilant and guarded eyes. Of course, the fear he tried to hide couldn't be hidden from him. He said calmly, "You're injured and still have a fever, it's best not to move around."

"Who are you?" The young man began to breathe rapidly. Just now he pulled the wound on his left leg in panic, blood slowly oozing from the cracked ice scab, and the pain made his eyes black.

But He Songming still tried his best to control his trembling hands and asked, "I've never seen you before."

Ruan Mobei didn't know how to answer for a moment. He grew up with He Songming as a child, and he was a close friend who would coax He Songming to sleep when he called in the middle of the night drunk. He was also the initiator of all this.

Ruan Mobei opened his mouth wordlessly. At this moment, noisy footsteps and human voices came from a distance. He subconsciously looked out the window—is someone coming? !

Just as he couldn't explain to He Songming who he was, Ruan Mobei couldn't explain to others why he was here. He instinctively wanted to find a place to hide, but someone moved faster than him.

He Songming got up quickly, threw off the tarpaulin and slid in. Amidst the sound of ping-pong collisions, he hid in the deepest part of the debris pile, as skillfully as a little mouse escaping in a barn.

Ruan Mobei's footsteps paused, and during this moment of hesitation, the voice of a person had already come to him, the wooden door was roughly pushed open, it slammed against the wall, and the wind pushed in.

The tall and strong man in the lead was a little out of breath, and the big cloud of white air that he exhaled formed a thin frost on his eyebrows. He squinted his eyes and looked around the cabin, his eyes passed by Ruan Mobei, but he didn't stop.

Ruan Mobei, who was so nervous that he held his breath, was taken aback for a moment—this is... can't see him?

There were six or seven people behind the man, and they entered the house one after another, making the small shack crowded immediately.One of them lifted a corner of the oilcloth, and all he could see were a dozen scrap iron barrels half a person's height.

In the rising dust, the man covered his mouth and nose, cursed in a low voice and took two steps back.

Ruan Mobei dared to get closer, these people really didn't seem to see him at all.

He stretched out his hand and passed his fingertips directly over the man's shoulder.

Ruan Mobei vaguely smelled a stench, faintly present.

"Not here?"

The leading man was in his 30s, with an East Slavic face and deep nasolabial folds around his lips.He frowned and stared at the pile of sundries for a few seconds, before finally turning around and "going."

They left as hurriedly as when they came, and the small broken house returned to tranquility, except that there were sporadic snow marks on the ground.Ruan Mobei looked down at his hands, took a deep breath and clenched his fists, feeling complicated.

Is he now...a ghost?

What a surprise...

A few seconds later, He Songming struggled to crawl out of his hiding place.

The boy's dark eyes stared fixedly at the stranger in front of him who only wore short sleeves during the half-rainy season, still clutching the rubber shoes he had just used as a weapon in his hand, and asked word by word like a cat whose fur had exploded. Who are you? Why can't they see you?"

"...My name is Ruan Mobei."

Ruan Mobei tried his best to look harmless, he paused, and smiled wryly, "As you can see, I'm probably a...ghost that only you can see, I don't remember anything except the name, The very beginning of the memory is waking up and seeing you lying here."

This is a set of rhetoric he just came up with, half-truth and half-false, I don't know if He Songming will believe it.

He Songming was still staring at him vigilantly, and after a while, he just said, "Stay away from me."

"You are hurt--"

"Stay away from me!" The boy suddenly raised his voice, and then he clenched his teeth, as if resisting the dizziness caused by lack of oxygen.

This was the first time He Songming yelled at him. Ruan Mobei was not angry, and even found it quite novel. Such a hysterical child...is it really a part of He Songming's soul?

"Okay." Ruan Mobei turned around obediently, "You have a fever, you'd better find a warm place to sleep. If the injury on your leg is not treated as soon as possible, there will be a risk of infection, and the whole leg may be useless."

He Songming didn't say a word, but just expressed with his eyes - get out of here.

Ruan Mobei stopped talking, and passed through the wall in front of He Songming.That's right, he needs to think about the current situation right now, the "moon" before the action didn't say that he would turn into a ghost.

It was white outside, and the uninvited guests just left messy footprints in front of the house. Ruan Mobei wanted to take the opportunity to explore the surroundings, but after taking two steps, he was blocked by an invisible barrier.

air wall?How can there be such a thing?

Ruan Mobei frowned, turned sideways in disbelief, and slammed into it——

The eyes suddenly went dark, and after a brief moment of weightlessness, Ruan Mobei reappeared in the hut.

He Songming, who was resting curled up by the wall, was taken aback. Ruan Mobei's appearance was instantaneous, and he had no time to react.

The two looked at each other, Ruan Mobei clearly witnessed the whole process of He Songming's expression from bewildered to frightened to annoyed, and before his annoyance turned into irreparable anger, he hurriedly said, "I can't seem to be too far away from you, If you go far, it will be sent back to you."

Knowing that He Songming wouldn't believe it, Ruan Mobei quickly stepped back facing him, and kept exiting the room, about ten meters away, when his back touched the air wall, he was teleported back to the original place in the next moment, and directly used his actions to prove that he was not lying .

He Songming! ! !

The boy's eyes widened and he was taken aback. Ruan Mobei took the opportunity to lower his voice and said, "From this point of view, you are the only connection I have with this world, so... can I stay by your side temporarily?"

"No!" He Songming reacted, refused to let go, and was full of vigilance, "No matter who you are or what reason you have, go away!"

You can't be soft, you brat.

Ruan Mobei clicked his tongue in his heart, but this time, he didn't listen to He Songming's words, stepped to his side, stretched out his hand when the young man was trying his best to dodge, wrapped his thin shoulders, and forced He Songming into his arms middle.

Ruan Mobei pretended not to feel the expected struggle and resistance, and wrapped the two of them in an oilcloth, saying, "It will be warmer this way, you can sleep first."

He Songming wanted to break free from this warm embrace. He couldn't remember the last time he was held in his arms, just like he couldn't remember who his parents were.

The man who called himself Ruan Mobei only wore unlined clothing in the cold semi-rainy season, so no one else could see him.

What does he want from himself?If you want his flesh and blood, there is no need to be so complicated.

Maybe he's trying to make up for the guilt in this stupid way, like that group?

He Songming frantically resisted in his heart, instinctively resisting possible danger like a small animal.

But the temperature from this person seemed to have an evil magic power, which sucked all the strength out of his body, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them at all, and his body couldn't control himself.

damn...

The struggle of the boy in his arms became weaker and weaker, and his eyes closed bit by bit.

One second before he fell asleep, he was still pushing against Ruan Mobei's hand in a gesture of refusal, murmuring threatening words vaguely.

"...wait for a while...you look good..."

The author has something to say!Suddenly started writing!

I finally finished the postgraduate entrance examination, and this time I am still trying new themes. I haven’t written for six months, so I don’t know if I have regressed. I have spent a lot of time preparing the setting and plot. During this time, I will rehabilitate my code words.

Hope you enjoy this story!