The bonfire at the door was still making crackling sounds, burning the flying insects coming to die, making a slight burning smell.

It was this flame that shone the empty ground at the entrance of the tavern, and shone a shabby tavern in the wilderness. But in the eyes of travelers passing by, even such a broken tavern gives me comfort than the bright moonlight in the wilderness.

Although the moonlight is bright, the moon peeking out of the sky is strange and stunning, showing a shocking pupil-like structure, as if there is a cyclops in the night sky watching everything on the earth, watching the love, hate and affection of the ants in the night sky.

I'm afraid that this place lacks order has never seen the emergence of utopia. Everyone is only considering whether they can survive tomorrow, and whose life they will take tomorrow. This cycle forms a chain of logic that is tightly linked, so tight that it is almost impossible to shake.

At this time, I was standing outside the house, standing at the door late at night, silently facing the cold environment in front of me.

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Tonight, I made an exception and did not dream of a ghost video broadcasting. Instead, I dreamed that I was in a burning village, with countless wailing sounds coming one after another, but I couldn't see what happened.

My ears heard the sound of chopping, shouting and crying, and my nose smelled the smoke, the smell of blood, and the smell of beasts. But my eyes were blurred, and I could only grop and walk forward.

Soon, I touched a piece of intestine exposed outside. The blood and dirt that flowed out stained my hands, but it was as cold as a stainless steel water pipe. After getting closer, I finally saw clearly that there was a young man in front of me, with blood flowing open his mouth, but the blood had dried up for a long time.

I reached out to cover his eyes, but my hands were not in control and couldn't find the target.

When I came to my senses, I realized that the joints of my hands were in a strange twist. The wrist joints that should have been rounded were loose like rotten wood, and terrifying blood fountains, and my fingers could not even move.

I was tranced for a while and felt helpless indifferent about the situation, so I continued to fumble forward and look for new coordinate references.

The further you go, more and more dead bodies on this road are like miserable corpses, scattered on the edge of the road. The only feature is that the wounds are very fresh, and it seems that they have only been happening for a few hours, and there has not been any decay yet.

When I arrived at an empty square, the fog in front of me suddenly opened. I saw countless people cooking in a big red pot, layer by layer but unable to emerge. I just kept protruding my arms outwards, twisting my fingers unnaturally, holding them, and finally falling back into the pot empty-handed.

Next to this amazing cauldron, four strange creatures, ten feet tall, were sitting around. They were full of hands and feet, with ugly facial features, and yellow-green saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths. They were staring at the cauldron with concentration, and occasionally sniffing the fragrance, as if the pot was cooking the most delicious food in the world.

I stabbed the knife, stabbed the gun, chopped the axe, and shot the pistol. I couldn't shake these four foolish giants. The wounds only existed in them for a short time, and were covered by jelly-like fat, and my body became even bigger.

Finally, I found that these creatures could not be destroyed by violence, because they were the products of violence, what I attacked was what they loved, what I angrily rebuked was what they were happy about. So I stirred up yellow sand all over the sky, buried the giants, swallowed the flames, and finally temporarily controlled the scene.

But I know that things are not over, and my efforts can only suppress the monsters for a while, but I cannot solve everything from the root. What I do temporarily, deceiving myself, is just to protect myself and there is no possibility of helping the world.

So I seized the time and wanted to explore the cauldron and rescue the tormented people inside. But what I saw was just a pile of skeletons that had been buried with each other. The flesh had long been cooked and the flesh had separated. But outside the pot of white bones, several children were sitting on the bones and shook their barely complete limbs with their tender arms.

This is how they deceived the giants outside, thinking that the pot of soup was not cooked and barely delayed the time. Adults took the initiative to soak in the hot soup and shouldered the hope of the future with their fragile bodies.

I took away the silences of the children's hands, and my eyes were facing their wooden eyes. From there, I could no longer see the desire for life. The only difference between them and the dead for the hope of the future was probably only a barrier by a river of time.

The children were panicked, but opened their mouths but couldn't speak. They quickly digged up the pile of bones and searched for the things inside. After a long time, they found a lifelike head from the pile of bones.

The hairline of the human hair was in danger, but his expression was glaring, keeping his teeth and claws before his death. In the hands of the children, his expression gradually calmed down, and his facial features slowly moved, and he mechanically spoke the last words from his throat like a tape recorder.

"Save the child..."

Save the child?

These children are just some dead souls that will eventually die. The more I save, the more I will lose in the forks in the future. Hate will slowly sprout, and barbarity will grow for no reason. The flowers of evil that will eventually bloom will only bring traces of foolish giants on their eyes and eyes.

Is such a child worth saving?

In such an iron house, is it really necessary to wake up these people who should have been suffocated to death and give them fear of death? Even if I shouted, I startled a few more sober people and allowed these unfortunate minority to suffer the irrescue of death. Is this worthy of them?

A deep sorrow enveloped me, and my outstretched hand stopped in the air, hesitating not to touch these children who were sitting with their knees.

Suddenly, the human head rolled, shaking left and right like a living thing, back and forth in the cauldron, refusing to rest, and shouting mechanical words.

"Save the child..."

"Save the child..."

"Save the child..."

I looked at myself. In such an environment, in addition to being able to move freely and speak freely, how can I stretch out a favorable hand to heal the scars, or open my eyes to see the chaos in this world?

When I turned around, I saw a building burning with raging flames, which was swept through the flames from the inside to the outside. The cracks of wood and the sounds of the building collapsed one after another. Smoke and dust soared into the sky, forming a desperate wolf smoke.

In this fire, I saw the familiar doors and halls, familiar figures and decorations. This building seemed to be the nameless tavern in the Ore Town that had not been seen for a long time, and the nameless tavern that boss Dart sheltered from the wind and rain...
Chapter completed!