So cold.

Chris Zalaktu once again felt a similar sense of coldness in his life.

The last time she had a similar feeling was when she was very young.

When you meet "that person".

Chris still remembered that it was a sunny afternoon, the sun was shining warmly on her body, and she had just come back from playing wildly outside, and she was lying on the tree to bask in the sun.

It was a rare leisure time, and it had been sealed in Chris's memory for so long that when she looked back at this memory, she felt that these should have been beautiful, and the warm sunshine felt like needles.

General pain.

"It's so boring," Chris heard a voice coming from her mouth, "Would you like to go play with Tom next door?"

"I heard that my uncle went to the town and made some very powerful things. I'm so envious!"

Chris murmured to himself: "I also want to go to this village and leave from here!"

She was really used to the monotonous life in this village with no ups and downs.

From the words of a priest, she heard that the world outside was actually not just a small village. Outside the village, there were big cities, beautiful window grilles, and large palaces and churches, which were far larger than their village.

That pitiful chapel.

"It's very powerful outside," the priest said, "There are nobles, soldiers, and merchants with fixed shops. It's different from going to the market - you only need to go to a special place to buy what you want."

"Oh!" Chris was very happy after hearing this, "Then I want beautiful clothes and moving wooden toys!"

In this little girl's mind, having something to play with, something to live in, something to wear is already the ultimate happiness.

The priest smiled and patted her head: "They will be there, if you can go out."

But it is a pity that the priest died not long after saying this.

Chris didn't know what the cause was, but she heard it was a fatal disease.

In fact, the priest did not let Chris in for a period of time before he died. He only chatted with her through the window, and then coughed and urged Chris to leave quickly.

Chris, who was still ignorant at the time, didn't understand why the priest who was so kind to her suddenly treated her badly.

This made her a little angry and decided never to go to the priest again.

However, a child's temperament always comes and goes quickly. Just a few days later, Chris happily found the priest's door again.

However, all she faced was the closed door.

Soon, Chris learned a piece of news from others.

"The priest is dead, succumbed to an epidemic."

Death? What is death?

Her mother patiently told her: "Death is a white dress that is not often worn. It is very white, so white that you can clearly see any stain on it. It is not resistant to dirt and will not be stained with dust. So once it is worn on the body, it represents

It has no connection with anything else."

Chris still doesn't understand.

But at least she learned that you can't play with others after they die.

This made her a little disappointed.

And she also learned that "death" means that from now on there will be no colors other than white in the world.

This made her start to resist death.

Fortunately, children always have a lot of friends.

Soon, Chris found other friends. And unlike the priest, these friends were about the same age as her.

They would often play wildly throughout the village. After they had enjoyed themselves to the fullest, they would disperse and start a new day again.

The monotonous days passed by like this day after day soon passed.

Mom is dead.

Outside of her memory, the witch looked at the rainy world, her face so calm that she turned pale.

A voice echoed in her ears: "You started to fear death when you saw the death of other people, but why did you spread death to other people in the future?"

"How many lives do you have in your hands?" The slightly immature voice was full of confusion, "Why can you still smile and say after killing so many people, 'I lost this game again, try again.

A handful'?"

"Since when did you become like this, Chris?"

Listen to the voice in your ears.

The witch raised her head.

In her eyes, she finally saw the "owner" of this space.

That was an extremely exaggerated version of her—a "giant" whose fingers were hundreds or thousands of times larger than the current witch.

At this time, she was holding the witch in both hands and looking at her with clear blue eyes, with doubts, confusion and confusion in her eyes.

The other party's mental intensity was so strong that the body shapes of the two parties were completely different.

On this basis, even if the opponent just blows a breath, the witch can disappear.

Just a few seconds after the girl opened her mouth to speak, the witch felt that her head was so painful that it was about to explode.

"I..." the witch said with difficulty, "I... lack... a soul..."

"Lack of soul?" the girl said to the witch, "I don't understand. I also lack this part of you, but I have never killed anyone in these years."

"Hermes taught me not to be angry with others, let alone unkind to others. The world is beautiful and kind, and people should be kind to each other rather than aggressive. Why are they also taught by Him?

You have become like this?"

Girl: "I don't understand."

Hermes...

The witch held her head in her hands, and her mind was like a mess.

He stripped off part of his spirit, and then brainwashed the other part of himself. He let the witch, who represents "evil", come into contact with Chris, who represents "good", in the future, and then sat back and watched the two merge...

Chris, who is full of "goodwill", will not kill the witch because she was taught by Hermes not to kill casually. But precisely because of this, she can cause more painful and desperate harm to the witch.

If the two sides start fighting, then it's okay. After all, the only person left is "Chris". But "Goodwill" will not kill "Malicious", but she is too powerful, and her mere existence is enough to kill "Malicious"

"Souls. And in that pure goodwill, the spirits of both parties will continue to disappear due to collision...

This is like Ling Chi, and it is Ling Chi who affects the spirit. It is even a hundred times more painful than Ling Chi.

At least Ling Chi still acts on the object, but the mental death by a thousand cuts... will only cause pain that is uncontrollable and cannot be relieved.

"You... have been brainwashed...!" The witch knelt down on the ground, "Hermes... just to see us like this..."

"What He wants is... the way we struggle and suffer... He takes pleasure in it... He is a devil you can't imagine..."

demon.

The girl tilted her head and looked at Chris.

"Do you remember the day we first met Hermes?" Chris said, "He helped rid our village of rats with a flute."

Yeah yeah……

Damn it, the piper of Hamilon!!

The witch gritted her teeth and arched her body feebly: "I will never...never forget...because the rats in the village...were placed by Hermes..."

"He directed and acted by himself... took the children away... transformed them one by one... I succeeded... the others... died... the others... were also killed... used to refine the elixir!"

The witch tore her hair: "We are transformed monsters! We are the crystallization of His madness! We... are His pawns! He wants to fight against time, so he looks for... a way from us!"

The girl shook her head: "No, you forgot. Maybe it's because you have lived for too long and you have forgotten your previous memories."

"Let me help you find it again."

The voice fell.

The witch fell again, her spirit seemed to be bearing unbearable gravity, and she fell freely in the darkness.

Not long after, she heard a voice.

"I can help you get rid of the rats in the village," the voice was gentle, "but in return, I need to receive payment."

The village chief, Chris’s father, rubbed his hands and said, “No problem, no problem, we definitely agree!”

My eyes gradually became brighter.

The witch stood at the door and quietly looked at the person inside.

Inside the door were her father and another man who looked elegant and handsome.

The man was wearing a gray-white robe, and his grayish hair looked strange. The long bun spiraled down from his neck and finally rested on his chest. His profile was soft, and his blue eyes were like lake water.

Clear and translucent.

Seemingly noticing Chris's gaze, the man smiled at Chris.
To be continued...