The meaning of the word mud plough is not something that ordinary people can understand.Vulgar people would associate the word plough with the tools that farmers used to plough their fields every day, but in fact this shabby book is written in Latin.Judging by the binding and appearance, this scripture should have been copied by a native European.The origin of the original text is still unknown, but the world is so large that just the few apparitions displayed in front of me already know that the content of the original text is not in the local style of Europe, but more like the work of the ancient Zhongyuan.In fact, the word mud plough symbolizes hell.The hell in the book is not the hell of demonology, but the hell of Buddhism.The reason why it was sealed at Miskatonic University was also because of the helplessness of the faith of the Holy Light to prohibit the spread of foreign beliefs.Most of the foreign scriptures were burned, but this magical mud plow escaped the heresy trial.Jobuterrand calmed down and placed the book in the palm of his hand.Loud and easy to hear, but he knew it was all the effect of the plough on him.This "Mud Plough" is very thin, with only a dozen pages, but every time you turn the page, you will find that it shows the withering of life.The sinful man waited in these eighteen plows for atonement, but never waited for the day when he would be free.Everyone has paid a heavy price for the mistakes they have made.On the last page, there is a blank space, only two large twisted fonts written in the middle of the entire classic.It reads "Infernal".I don't know if it's instinct, or if there is something powerful in the dark to help Jot Brown, he always feels that the Siffsila he is looking for is hidden in the word Infernal.When the fingertips touched the rough parchment, there was a palpitation and sadness in my heart.Two lines of hot tears burst out of their eyes.As soon as his fingers parted from the word Infernal, Jote Brown closed the book with a heavy heart.He found the man he was looking for, Hephsilla, but he also understood the meaning of the word Infernal.The reason why he wept was not that he couldn't save Sif from this "mud plow", but that Sif himself was unwilling to get out of the mud plow.She couldn't get out of the mud plow.———— "Wow Wow Wow!"
”The cry of the baby pierced the silence of the morning light, accompanied by the chirping of insects and the fragrance of flowers, which was the arrival of spring.A young couple had their only daughter, named Shiphsilla.Time is like a white horse passing by, and in the blink of an eye, in the laughter, the quiet little girl who loves to read slowly grows into a charming girl.The only thing that hasn't changed is her love of reading.Keeping a book in her hand all day long is her characteristic.While the girls were chattering about how to win the hearts of the tall and handsome athletes, Sif immersed herself in the romantic medieval romance stories.She has always hoped that she will be able to meet a knight who belongs only to her, not only humble and polite, but also a gentleman who can be civil and martial.The more she read, the more books she read, the more vulgar the men around her became, until she reached the age suitable for marriage."
Look, this is our baby."
Lying on her side on the hospital bed, Sif held a cute newborn baby in her arms, and showed her pride to the man in front of her with a sweet face.This is not the love that Sif herself longs for, but the little life in her arms is the brainchild of her own efforts.The man's face was even blurry, even if he was the one who shared his bed with every night.It was a family marriage assigned by parents, and it was not a marriage prompted by free love.Sif has always had an inexplicable sense of unexplained illusory in her heart, always feeling that she had forgotten something important, but she never remembered it.But this awkward obsession disappeared after the birth of the little life in his arms.Sif saw the serenity on the face of the little one in his arms that he had never gotten before, and hoped to give the child a happy life.The man in front of him turned away disdainfully, just because the child was a girl like her."
Only boys can inherit the family business."
The man with a vague face left a cold sentence, and ignored the haggard Sif and the child in her arms.A few years have passed, and Sif still hasn't seen that affectionate man again.When she sat on the balcony of the house day by day, the cold autumn breeze blew across her face again and again, and she was relieved that she was already an old woman.The pride of oneself also left his side forever in a cold wind and became a small stone monument in the backyard."
Maybe that's my destiny, maybe that's my destiny."
Sif resigned herself to her fate, she gave up the fantasies of her youth, gave up the unrealistic Romatik, and gave up the path of recovering reality.Falling leaves, snow, flowers, fruits.Spring goes to autumn, quietly silent.After all, Shiphsila sank in that infernal life, losing the meaning of existence.There is no time, no result, no liberation, and all that remains is the silent erosion of the years.All the seven emotions and six desires are repeated again and again, and all dreams and fantasies are shattered again and again.Sif himself has lost sight of what is real and what is unreal.When Jot Brown stood beside Sif and looked at Sif holding the child and smiled and nodded to himself, Jobron felt like a stranger."
She's forgotten who I am," Jobbuterrand thought sadly, but he accompanied Sif into the next cycle again and again.He watched as Sif fell out of the swaddling clothes, once again into the damned backyard to sweep the graves of the little life that had died, and once again became the sole owner of the little broken house, and at last sat peacefully on the wooden chair on the balcony and closed his eyes, and was hastily buried in the pit by the rude and rude workers like garbage.Jobuterrand tries to awaken the truth hidden in Sif's mind, but Sif has accepted the status quo and closed himself.When a person is lost, can he find the right path again?
This is not only Sif but also Chobutron's.If Jobuterron doesn't let go of Sif , he will slowly become as numb as Sif and forget what his role is.The two were once intimate, but now they are strangers, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness.For Jobron, it was more of remorse and helplessness due to his lack of ability.He could have used his power to forcibly pull Sif out of the plow, but what was the point of an empty shell?
In this infernal hell, there is no end.Sif will live forever in this unreality, but this is the path she chooses.