Chris Charaktu felt a similar cold feeling once again in her life.
The last time she had a similar feeling was when she was very young.
When you meet "that person".
Chris still remembers that it was a sunny afternoon. The sun was warm on her body and she had just returned from playing outside and was lying on a tree to bask in the sun.
It was a rare leisure time, sealed in Chris's memory for so long, so long that when she looked back on it, she felt that the sunshine, which should have been beautiful and warm, was as painful as needles.
"It's so boring," Chris heard a voice coming out of her mouth, "Do you want to go play with Tom next door?"
"I heard that my uncle went to the town and made some amazing things. I'm so envious!"
Chris murmured to herself: "I also want to leave this village and get away from this place!"
She was really used to the monotonous and uneventful life in this village.
From a certain priest, she had heard that the world outside was not just a small village. There were big cities outside the village, with beautiful window grilles, large palaces and churches, which were much larger than the pitiful chapel in their village.
"It's very powerful out there," the priest said. "There are nobles, soldiers, and merchants with fixed shops. It's different from the market - if you want something, you just go to a special place to buy it."
"Oh!" Chris was very happy to hear that. "Then I want beautiful clothes and wooden toys that can move!"
In the mind of this little girl, having something to play with, a place to live and clothes to wear is already the ultimate happiness.
The priest smiled and patted her head: "Everything will be there, if you can get out."
But unfortunately, the priest died soon after he said this.
Chris didn't know the cause, but she heard it was a fatal disease.
In fact, the priest did not let Chris in for some time before his death. He just chatted with her through the window, and then coughed and urged Chris to leave quickly.
Chris, who was still confused at the time, didn't understand why the priest who had been so kind to her suddenly became mean to her.
This made her a little angry, and she decided never to go to the priest again.
However, a child's temper always comes and goes quickly. After only a few days, Chris excitedly went to the priest's door again.
However, all she faced was a closed door.
Soon, Chris heard a piece of news from someone else.
"The priest died, from an epidemic."
Death? What is death? Her mother patiently told her: "Death is a white dress that you don't wear often. It is so white that you can clearly see any stains on it. It is not resistant to dirt and will not be stained by dust. So once you wear it, it means that you are no longer connected to anything else."
Chris still didn't understand.
But at least she understood that people can no longer play with others after they die.
This made her feel a little lost.
And she also understood that "death" meant that from now on there could be no color other than white in the world.
This made her begin to resist death.
But fortunately, children always have a lot of friends.
Soon, Chris found other friends. And unlike the priest, these friends were about her age.
They often go around the village having fun, and after having fun they go their separate ways and start a new day.
This monotonous day after day did not last long.
Mom is dead.
Outside of her memories, the witch looked at the rainy world, her face calm and pale.
A voice echoed in her ears: "You saw other people die and began to fear death, but why did you spread death to others later?"
"How many lives have you taken?" The childish voice was puzzled. "Why can you kill so many people and still say with a smile, 'I lost this game again, let's play another one'?"
"When did you become like this, Chris?"
Listen to the voice in your ear.
The witch raised her head.
In her eyes, she finally saw the "master" of this space.
She was extremely exaggerated - a "giant" whose fingers were hundreds or thousands of times larger than those of the current witch.
At this moment, she was holding the witch in her hands, looking at her with clear blue eyes, with doubt, confusion and bewilderment in her eyes.
The opponent's mental strength was so strong that there was a stark contrast between the two sides' physiques.
On this basis, the opponent can make the witch disappear into thin air even if he just blows.
Just now, within a few seconds of the girl opening her mouth to speak, the witch felt her head aching so much 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 the part of you, but I have never killed anyone in all these years."
"Hermes taught me not to get angry at others, let alone be unkind to others. This world is beautiful and kind, and people should be kind to each other instead of being aggressive. Why did you, who also received His guidance, become like this?"
Girl: “I don’t understand.”
Hermes...
The witch held her head, 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 represented "evil" come into contact with Chris who represented "good" in the future, and then watched the two merge...
Chris, who was full of "good intentions", would not kill the witch because she was taught by Hermes not to kill people casually. But it was precisely because of this that she was able to bring more painful and desperate harm to the witch.
If the two sides start to fight, then it's okay, after all, the one left is still "Chris". But "Good Will" will not kill "Bad Will", but she is too powerful, and her mere existence is enough to wear away the soul of "Bad Will". And in that pure good will, the spirits of both sides will continue to disappear due to the collision...
This is like Lingchi, and it is a mental Lingchi. It is even a hundred times more painful than Lingchi.
At least lingchi acts on objects, while the mental torture... will only cause pain that is unbearable and cannot be relieved.
"You... have been brainwashed...!" The witch fell to her knees on the ground dejectedly, "Hermes... just wanted to see us like this..."
"What He wants is... the way we struggle and suffer... He takes pleasure in it... He is a demon that you cannot imagine..."
demon.
The girl tilted her head and looked at Chris.
"Do you remember the day when we first met Hermes?" Chris said, "He helped our village get rid of rats with a flute."
Yeah yeah……
Damn the Pied Piper of Hamelin!!
The witch gritted her teeth and arched her body weakly: "I will never...never forget...because the rats in the village...were placed there by Hermes!"
"He directed and acted it out himself... He took the children away... He reformed them one by one... I succeeded... The others... died... The others... were also killed... They were used to make elixirs!"
The witch tore her hair. "We are transformed monsters! We are the result of his madness! We... are his pawns! He wants to fight against time, so he is looking for... a way from us!"
The girl shook her head: "No, you forgot. Maybe it's because it's been too long and you've forgotten your previous memories."
"Let me help you find it again."
The words fell.
The witch fell again, her spirit seemed to be under unbearable gravity, falling freely in the darkness.
Soon, she heard a voice.
"I can help you get rid of the rats in the village," the voice said gently, "but in return, I need to get paid."
The village chief, Chris's father, rubbed his hands and said, "No problem, no problem. We definitely approve it!"
The scene in front of me gradually became brighter.
The witch stood at the door, quietly looking at the person inside.
Inside the door was her father and another man who looked elegant and handsome.
The man was wearing a gray robe, and his gray hair looked very strange. His long hair spiraled down from his neck and finally rested on his chest. His profile was soft, and his blue eyes were as clear and bright as lake water.
As if noticing Chris's gaze, the man smiled at her.
Chris quickly left through the crack in the door like a frightened little rabbit.
Her father said cheerfully: "This child is quite shy, please don't be surprised..."
The young man shook his head modestly: "It's okay."
"I'm just amazed that there are so many...good trees in such a village." The man said meaningfully.
Patting his robe, the man smiled and said, "Well, let's get started. I need to check out the situation in the village first."
The words fell.
The two people left the house laughing and talking happily.
Only Chris quickly came out from the gap in the door.
She pinched her chest and said with lingering fear: "It's so scary."
"That brother looks very good, but why is he so scary?" Chris tilted her head in confusion, "I always feel like he has... a strong smell of blood."
After thinking for a long time, Chris still couldn't figure out the reason: "Forget it! Let's go find Tom to play today!"
As she spoke, Chris grabbed the door and jumped down from the eaves lightly.
Then he headed towards Tom's house next door.
She didn't notice that right in front of her was the home of her playmate whom she called "Tom".
The lake blue flame burned quickly, and soon spread to everything in that family.
A voice echoed in the flame that resembled someone's eyes.
"This is waste wood, rotten and decayed, it's unbearable," someone said in the flames, "It's worthless, let's just burn it."
"But I did see some very interesting premium products, with a rich aroma from the depths of the soul. Hmm, interesting..."
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