Frightening Joke: Above the Mist-Chapter 387: Childhood

At this moment, not only were Song Que and Yu Sheng, who were trapped in the interlayer, in danger, but Bai Yanliang and Xu Zhifei in the corridor, and Yu Wenxuan and Lin Xiaohui on the deck also sensed an astonishing malice!

Only Yu Wenxuan and Lin Xiaohui on the deck could see clearly what was happening at this moment.

The entire "ship" was actually shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Moreover, as it shrank, the ship’s body turned back into a flesh-like texture, like a mountain of meat floating on the sea.

Yu Wenxuan glanced at the moon; it was blatantly obvious that this was not a normal moon. It was too round, too large, and too close!

It seemed to press down ahead of the ship, occupying a large part of the night sky.

Yu Wenxuan estimated that at this speed, in less than half an hour, the ship would reach below that giant full moon.

By then, it would become the true meaning of being "under the moon."

Yu Wenxuan’s expression was calm; even the hardest Fog Gathering has a decryption. In fact, he already had a solution that wasn’t a solution.

If it really couldn’t be stopped from moving forward, he would jump into the ocean.

That’s right... jump into this abyssal, terrifying, and penetratingly eerie sea.

Ever since boarding this ship, no one had ever thought of jumping into the sea.

But Yu Wenxuan was truly crazy, and in his view, whether the ocean or the ship was safer remained unknown.

However, sailing under the moon would trigger a nearly certain death decryption.

He would rather free himself from the shackles of the "ship" and soak in the sea to slowly figure things out.

What truly shocked him was the pendant in Lin Xiaohui’s hand.

"Did you make this pendant yourself?" Yu Wenxuan appeared calm, but inside he was in turmoil.

Lin Xiaohui stumbled, nearly falling over. Fortunately, the vibration caused by the sudden change was the ship’s overall shrinkage, which posed little problem for those of them standing on the deck.

She was just as incredulous; there couldn’t be two identical snowflakes in this world, and the same was true of this pendant, because it wasn’t store-bought. The prism crystal pendulum on it was something she personally polished.

However... this unique handmade necklace had two of them now?!

And one of them was worn by a man she didn’t know at all.

"I polished this crystal pendulum myself. I just saw the marks on it; even the polishing marks were the same..." Lin Xiaohui was extremely puzzled, why?

Why did a necklace that clearly only had one become two?

"How did you get it?" Lin Xiaohui couldn’t help but ask.

Yu Wenxuan remained silent.

With Lin Xiaohui’s words, those not-so-clear childhood memories of his gradually resurfaced.

But this... was simply impossible!

How could he tell Lin Xiaohui that this necklace was handed to him personally by her nearly twenty years ago, when he was just a child...

Yu Wenxuan’s chest rose and fell, his breathing had never been so rapid.

It was only at this moment that Yu Wenxu could finally determine where his familiarity with "her" came from.

This woman... this woman named Lin Xiaohui, he had indeed seen her before.

But that... was already twenty years ago.

Right now, he and she were in a time fragment of Fog Gathering.

And in the real timeline, when he saw her, she seemed to remain the same, except for changes in her attire, her appearance was exactly the same as the woman he saw when he was a child.

How could this be...

Yu Wenxuan suppressed the surging emotions in his heart; he unexpectedly... encountered someone in Fog Gathering who might have long disappeared from the real world, someone he had seen in his childhood.

And at that time, she...

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Apart from Supermale Syndrome and a congenital antisocial personality disorder, a young boy, or rather... a child, even in a normal growth environment, couldn’t get too bad.

Yu Wenxuan in his childhood was the same.

It was a winter in Ye City, Yu Wenxuan was carrying a backpack, walking at an unhurried pace on the street.

It had snowed last night, and the air was particularly biting this morning. The wind cut like a knife on his face.

At this time, Yu Wenxuan was slimmer and weaker compared to his peers, wearing a bulky school uniform, his face calm, even though he was less than ten years old, he exuded a presence even adults couldn’t ignore.

He was contradictory, physically frailer than his peers, yet mentally far more mature.

As an outlier, being bullied became the norm.

Several "classmates" with unfriendly stares followed him on this school path.

Many times, adults ignored the malice originating from children.

The malice from children is the purest form of malice.

Some of it can even chill the heart and make one seriously ponder the reliability of the inherently evil theory.

"Hey, dead mosquito, why don’t you greet us when you see us?"

A disdainful nickname came from behind. Because there was a character related to the word in his name, perhaps also to indicate killing him would be as simple as swatting a mosquito, the phrase "dead mosquito" stuck with young Yu Wenxuan for a long time, even though it had no connection to him at all.

Childlike malice was pure... not exactly tyrannical nor driven by any conflicts of interest, just simply disliking him.

Yu Wenxuan didn’t even pause; he couldn’t be bothered to speak to these people. Since childhood, he had understood that "communication" depended on the recipient.

These trouble-seeking children could be ignored, and after buzzing for a bit, they’d leave. This was how he usually handled them.

What caught young Yu Wenxuan off guard today was that it had snowed last night.

The street was covered with snow.

Seeing him not respond, a few snowballs immediately flew from behind.

Perhaps out of anger, the snowballs were packed tight and even had stones wrapped inside to add weight.

"Bang—"

Yu Wenxuan’s back of the head couldn’t see, naturally also unable to see the flying stone-laden snowball.

He was hit on the back of the head, his vision went black, and he fell straight into the snow.

The back of the head is a very fragile place, where the skull meets the brainstem, or rather... the brainstem anyway.

The brainstem area is equivalent to the human body’s life nerve center; it controls the body’s most basic life functions, such as breathing, heartbeat, blood circulation, brain activity, etc.

This stone-filled snowball was heavy, and before Yu Wenxuan fell, one thought occupied his mind.

"What fools..."

"In the future, can’t give fools the chance to do foolish things..."

Those kids seemed scared stiff too, for seeing someone fall motionless was a frightening sight in their eyes.

A few bad seeds hollered and ran away.

No reason, no conflict, just simple malice.

Yu Wenxuan lay on the sidewalk, wrapped in the cold snow.

This morning, if he wasn’t found and taken to the hospital soon, he might die on the street.

And it was at this moment the woman appeared.

Lin Xiaohui, holding an artist’s board, looked at the boy collapsed on the sidewalk, alarmed.

She immediately took out her phone and called for emergency help.

Cold snowflakes drifted from the gloomy sky, slowly landing on Yu Wenxuan’s eyelids.

The cool sensation made his eyelid twitch, consciousness returning, in his mind’s eye he saw only a crystal pendant, swaying in front of him...