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

……who is it?

... What are you talking about?

Memories of chaos flickered in front of his eyes, and his body was constantly being touched by something in the void, a shuddering touch.Attachment, love, persistence, madness, despair... like a tsunami, the nerves are constantly washed away.

mine.mine.mine.

I don't know how long it took before Ruan Mobei's mind gradually became clear——

"Hurry up and ask someone else! Blood pressure is too low!"

Yes, he was in the delivery room. He just hugged He Songming, who was struggling, and encouraged him to listen to his inner voice and make a brave decision.

At that moment, he got the soul fragment from the child.

A bright yellow, beautiful firefly, with a picture that is so chaotic that it is difficult to understand.

Is that... the memory that He Songming left behind?

"……I'm."

He Songming slowly raised his hand. He stared at the woman's completely bloodless face, and said word by word amidst the hurried voices of the crowd, "I have blood type A."

The delivery room fell silent for a moment.

Only then did the doctor notice He Songming behind him. He looked surprised and watched the boy walk to the delivery bed and pick up the scalpel on the tray for caesarean section.

The blade shone with silver light, as thin as a wing.

He Songming held it and scratched it in the palm of his left hand.

Blood gushed out from the neat incision, and pain was a loyal follower of blood. He Songming threw down the knife and put half of his palm into the mother's mouth.

He Songming clenched his fist hard, and the blood flowed down like squeezed lemon juice.He stared at the mother's face, and stretched out his right arm to the doctor, "Remember to give me anesthesia, so it doesn't hurt too much."

Ruan Mobei raised his head, he took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that were about to fall.

The young man in front of him finally accepted himself bravely and stopped running away, and he finally found the first piece of broken soul and memory.

Maybe it won't be long before he's leaving.

Lidocaine was injected into He Songming's right arm. Five minutes later, the doctor took a scalpel and removed a piece of flesh the size of a copper coin from the inside of his forearm.

He Songming took out his left hand, which was about to heal, and watched the doctor put his own flesh into the mouth of the parturient. He looked down at his arm, the wound had been bandaged, and there was no pain.

"Blood pressure is up!" The nurse shouted happily, followed by a rise in heart rate, the hemorrhage stopped, and the doctor made a decisive decision and ordered the nurse to carry out disinfection.

"Prepare for caesarean section."

Everyone was paying attention to the mother who had just escaped from danger and the baby who had been suffocating in her belly for more than an hour. Taking advantage of no one's attention, He Songming quietly walked out of the delivery room.

He took off the blood-stained surgical gown, washed his hands, and stood at the door for a while.

A few minutes later, with the cheers of everyone inside the door, a clear cry sounded.

He Songming turned around and left here.

Ruan Mobei accompanied him back to the West District, and He Songming sat on his small bed, finally relaxed physically and mentally, and leaned back without any effort.

"How do you feel?" Ruan Mobei asked.

"Very good." The boy raised his hand, covered his eyes with his arm, and whispered.

This is the first time he has given himself willingly.

"Have you changed your mind?"

A few seconds of silence.

He Songming shook his head, and sat up on his back, "I still want to leave."

"Then proceed as planned."

He Songming hummed sullenly, this is his long-cherished wish for many years, no matter how his mood changes, he will choose to insist on leaving.

No one spoke for a while, He Songming was still savoring what happened just now, while Ruan Mobei was thinking about how to speak.

On the No.80 day when he came here, he found He Songming's lost memory fragments in this world.

In other words, he is about to leave.

"Xiao Ming." Ruan Mobei called his name softly, "Do you remember what I said when we first met?"

He Songming raised his eyes to look at him, Ruan Mobei's voice sounded different from before, with a hint of sadness hidden.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you remember what I said, I am a ghost, I don't know why I am wandering here, maybe I can only get relief when I recall the past."

"Do you remember what happened in the past?!" He Songming was shocked, he grabbed Ruan Mobei's hand, his face full of disbelief, "Why all of a sudden..."

"I will disappear sooner or later." Ruan Mobei shook his hand back with a smile.The boy was staring at him closely, with tears rolling in his eyes, and in those dark eyes it was clearly written——

Liar, you must be lying to me.

Ruan Mobei couldn't bear to say it, but if he didn't say it now, the unexpected parting would hurt even more when he really left.

He had to make He Songming prepare in advance.

"I'm a ghost, I've died a long time ago, I shouldn't exist in this world." Ruan Mobei said warmly, "Meeting you is the last gift from God, I am very happy during the days with you— —”

"Don't talk anymore, don't talk anymore." He Songming interrupted him, the young man clenched his hand tightly, and said with a sob, "Didn't we make an appointment to leave here together and go to a warmer south? Didn't we say Well, do you want to raise a little rabbit then? You still have so many things you promised me that you haven't fulfilled, how can...how can you just leave like this..."

"But there is no way. The only thing I can do is to prepare you in advance."

He Songming looked at Ruan Mobei steadfastly, then threw himself into his arms without speaking.

The boy's already strong shoulders trembled silently, Ruan Mobei gently hugged him, feeling the front of his chest was gradually wet with warm tears.

He combed the boy's hair, and said, "I should be able to persist until I finish the journey with you, and when I get to the migration team, I will definitely take care of myself."

"Ugh..."

He Songming sobbed, buried in Ruan Mobei's arms, and nodded slowly.

He had always been an over-mature kid, and it wasn't until this moment that he began to hate himself so much for not being unreasonable.

The only one who gave his heart to him...is he leaving?

Ruan Mobei lowered his head, touched He Songming's forehead with his lips, and said warmly, "It's agreed, don't cry when the time comes."

"...I'll try my best." He Songming got up from Ruan Mobei's arms with red eyes, opened his arms, and hugged Ruan Mobei's shoulders like an adult, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"I... will never forget you."

The news that Ruan Mobei was about to disappear completely diluted the excitement of leaving the stronghold, and He Songming even became looking forward to that day coming later so that he could take a few more glances at the ghost beside him.

Ruan Mobei, as always, was actively preparing for He Songming's departure. He wanted to ensure that He Songming in this world could live happily in the new place, so that he could enter the next world without worry.

No matter how much He Songming prayed, the day of leaving came on time.

The convoy of the migration team from the farther north was parked outside the Eastern District, and was replenishing supplies. It was difficult to have two days of rest, and people got out of the car to exercise their bodies. Several Orthodox nuns in black took care of the young children.

He Songming quietly waited for the night to come, and it was the safest way to sneak into the supply truck while it was dark.

He asked for leave from the hospital. When he heard that he was not feeling well, the doctor immediately asked him to go back to rest, and he was busy in a wheelchair. The mother was out of danger that day, but the condition of the child she gave birth not too good.

He Songming knocked on the doctor's door, and Chen Lin opened the door for him because the school was on holiday today.

"Wait until tomorrow morning, and give this to Uncle Zhang for me." He Songming took out the small bottle in his pocket and handed it to Chen Lin, "Be sure to wait until tomorrow morning, and don't open it in advance."

This is his last "gift" to the doctor, it can be regarded as repaying the teaching during this period.

Mysterious.Chen Lin was a little curious, but her good family upbringing made her nod and put away the small bottle, "Okay, I'll give it to Dad tomorrow morning. Aren't you going to class today? Do you want to come and play together?"

"No, I have other things." He Songming stood at the door, looking at Chen Lin who knew nothing, and said solemnly, "Goodbye."

Chen Lin smiled and waved, "See you tomorrow."

Ruan Mobei knew what was in the small bottle, and when he was asking the doctor for leave, He Songming secretly took an anesthetic.

He Songming packed a backpack, the contents of which were enough for him to eat and drink for three days, in case the migration team was not moving so fast, he could hide in the car for a while.

The next thing he has to do is to wait for the night to fall.

It was getting dark quietly.

Today is the full moon, the full moon hangs high, and it is brighter than ever before, to the extent that you can see the surroundings clearly without turning on the lights.

There is not a cloud in the sky, and the moonlight is sprinkled on the snow, which is reflected coldly.

He Songming bypassed the cameras outside the stronghold and walked all the way towards the convoy. Ruan Mobei followed behind to help him investigate the situation around him.

The target vehicle was right ahead, He Songming's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Before he could take a few steps, his feet suddenly emptied and he fell into the huge footprints.

Ruan Mobei hurriedly reached out to pull him up.

At this moment, Ruan Mobei faintly smelled a bad smell.

He had smelled this stench before on Kolov, on the deputy executive officer, and on women who were out of danger, but at that time, the smell was quite weak, mixed in the strong bloody smell, almost invisible be noticed.

Ruan Mobei realized something was wrong - the footprints were quite fresh, as if, as if that thing had just passed by.

There was the sound of an engine starting in the distance, and Ruan Mobei suddenly raised his head. Something happened to the convoy, and they set off early!

"Go quickly!" He pushed He Songming hard, and shouted, "Quick! Run as fast as you can!!!"

He Songming immediately ran towards the convoy. After a short warm-up, the front car started slowly and continued their journey to the south.

The physical training these days has played a vital role. He Songming runs fast, and the distance between him and the last supply truck keeps getting closer.

Suddenly, the ground under his feet trembled——

The stench came from behind with the sound of exhaling, Ruan Mobei's eyes were quick, and he grabbed He Songming's back collar and swung him aside——

The young man flew out, and the next moment, the place where he was standing was pierced by gray and white haggard claws.

Ruan Mobei finally saw the appearance of the owner of the footprints.

It was a dead gray humanoid creature, with countless intertwined bones and hearts wrapped in transparent skin, covered in ice.It has reindeer horns, sunken eye sockets, broken lips, and a mouth full of sharp and jagged teeth. It exudes a strong smell of blood and decay—exactly the same stench that Ruan Mobei has smelled!

It was as tall as a building, and it kept breathing greedily. Its huge bloodshot eyes were fixed on He Songming in the snow, and it stretched out its hand slowly, about to grab the boy into its palm!

"Run!" Ruan Mobei rushed to He Songming's side, clutching the boy's wrist, and ran towards the convoy that had already set off.

He recognized the monster.

It is a kind of troll in the traditional beliefs and taboos of the Algonquin people in North America. The creature named Wendigo is a monster transformed by human cannibalism.They eat everything, but they especially love human flesh.They hide in the winter forest, hunting humans who smell of food.

They are constantly eating, greedy and unrestrained, and their bottomless appetite can never be truly satisfied.

The stench emitted by people after eating He Songming's flesh and blood attracted it!Let it think that there are many of its kind here!

"Get in the car! It can't keep up with the speed of the car!"

Ruan Mobei had never run so fast before, he could feel his soul power burning fast, even if he held He Songming's hand tightly, he couldn't get enough replenishment.

But how can I care about this now!

The moonlight was cold, and the full moon above his head was like a pupil, staring mercilessly at the two people in the snow.The Wendigo's foul-smelling breath was biting tightly behind him, and such a huge creature limped after it, leaving terrifying footprints with every step it took, causing the earth to tremble.

But it seems that except for Ruan Mobei and He Songming, no one has noticed its existence anymore, just like many days and nights in the past, people can only see its footprints, and the monitoring screen is blank.

The heart seemed to be about to jump out of the chest cavity, and the lungs were so painful that they almost burst. The two finally caught up with the slow-starting convoy.At the last second when Wendigo caught up, Ruan Mobei tried his best to lift He Songmingtuo to the roof of the car and shouted, "Catch it! Don't fall!"

He Songming clasped the hemp rope used to fix the car roof with ten fingers. He looked back with difficulty, and the tall monster stretched out a hand made of countless bones and ice crystals, and was about to grab him——

The young ghost stood in front of him resolutely.

There is no movie-like slow motion, no touching tears and retention, no dying in the embrace.

Ruan Mobei's figure was torn away by sharp claws like a gust of wind.

"don't want--!!!"

The convoy accelerated, leaving the slow-moving terrifying monster behind amidst the roar of the engine.

He Songming's heart-piercing cry was also left there.

The blood all over his body seemed to be frozen in the blood vessels, and Ruan Mobei's final disappearance remained on his retina. His eyes were firm, and he pushed himself to a safe place.

— to live.

We must live happily.

The figure of the monster was gradually left behind by the convoy. Seeing that there was no hope of catching up, it turned around and ran towards the stronghold.

There, there is a familiar smell.

Ruan... Ruan Mobei...

Ruan Mobei!Ruan Mobei! ! ! ! !

He Songming's eyes went black for a while, and he couldn't hold on any longer, and lost all consciousness on the roof of the car shrouded in moonlight.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

The sound penetrated into the mind bit by bit, and the consciousness was wrapped in air bubbles, gradually rising from the bottom of the endless deep sea, emerging from the surface of the water.

"My God! There's a kid here! How did he get up there!"

"Lord, this kid has a fever! Get a blanket and hot water!"

"Does anyone know whose family he is from?"

"..."

Amidst the noisy shouts, He Songming opened his eyes with difficulty. The young nun was holding him in her arms, warming his chest with her palms, and many people surrounded him, taking off their clothes and wrapping them around him. body.

He hesitated to search, but all he saw were countless strange faces with caring eyes.The figure who was always by his side no longer existed, and that person's gentle voice would never sound in his ears again.

——It’s okay, don’t cry when the time comes.

The boy blinked vigorously, a piece of snow fell and melted in his eyes, with cold wetness.

I won't cry.He said.

I will spend the rest of my life remembering you.

———— Ninth Thousand 740 Sixth Execution · Wendigo End———

The author has something to say. In the next chapter, the system will show up. Xiao Ruan got Xiao Ming's cell phone. What shocking secrets will he find in the cell phone?What changes did the acquisition of memory fragments bring?

And the next world is "the only human x salvation from heaven" in the copywriting, let us applaud and welcome the savage Xiao Ming who can't speak or wear clothes!