Run!

Chris ran forward desperately.

At this moment, she was in a dim cave, with water drops slowly flowing down from the cracks in the rocks, dripping into the small depressions, echoing eerie whispers.

This cave is winding, cold and mysterious, just like the Minotaur's labyrinth in mythology. Anyone who enters it will never be able to leave!

Holding onto the wall with both hands, Chris couldn't stop panting: "Ha...ha..."

"What on earth happened?" She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, her beautiful red eyes full of confusion, "I seemed to be playing with others just a second ago..."

How did she end up in this dark place when she opened her eyes? Looking at the wall in front of her that was still leaking water, Chris tried hard to recall what happened before she lost consciousness.

If she remembered correctly, she was probably playing with her friends at that time.

At this time, they saw a group of adults surrounding someone and walking in a certain direction. While they were on their way, these adults just passed by them.

After seeing their own children, the adults all looked embarrassed.

Because not long ago, they had told their children not to go out to play. So when they saw their own children with their own eyes, if there were not too many outsiders and many people with bad tempers, they would have picked up the sticks next to them on the spot.

However, after taking a hard look at these naughty monkeys, the adults said nothing and continued to gather around the person in the middle and walked outside.

As they passed the little kids, Chris and her friends couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Many people looked worried and sighed: "Oh, I'm sure I'll be beaten when I go home tonight..."

This statement drew many of his companions' nods of agreement.

Chris also nodded, but that was not what she was thinking about.

She just noticed that the man surrounded by adults seemed to glance at her inadvertently.

This glance was filled with pure rationality and indifference, just like a moving puppet that was wound up and examined and inspected all outsiders.

I don’t know why, but after being looked at like that, Chris felt herself getting creepier.

She subconsciously pulled her clothes and muttered to herself: "This shouldn't be the case. That person is a priest, he shouldn't be a bad guy..."

Just as she was thinking this.

The little friend next to her pulled her up and took her back to the new play.

Although these children will inevitably have to eat bamboo shoots and pork when they get home, at least their parents are still outside, so they can play for a while! Everyone is both pessimistic and optimistic.

Just as they were playing and it was getting dark, they were about to say goodbye to each other and go home.

Suddenly, someone pointed at the village not far away and shouted: "Look! It's on fire!"

Everyone's eyes looked in that direction.

They were shocked to find that a burst of sparks suddenly flashed in the direction of their home, and then a fierce blue flame gushed out from the soil as if the gates of hell had opened, and directly surrounded the entire village in the blue fire!

Looking at this scene, everyone present was stunned.

They rubbed their eyes in disbelief, their voices either stuttering or trembling: "That's... our house, right??"

"Blue fire?! Is this a demon? Is it unclean?!"

"I still have my mom at home! And my sister!"

With a thump, several children with poor mental qualities fell to their knees, holding their heads. Their faces were twisted with fear. “This is a curse! We’re done! Mom and the others too…!”

Some of the more explosive ones almost didn't hesitate for a moment and wanted to rush down the mountain: "Go put out the fire!"

However, some of the more rational ones pulled the others back and said, "What's the point of going down now? The fire is so big, if you rush in, you will get burned to death! Not to mention that the fire looks weird!"

"So what do you think we should do?!"

The few children who still had some sense came up with a quick solution: "Go find an adult!"

"Didn't we see a few adults walking back earlier? We haven't seen them come back yet, so they are probably still inside the mountain! Go notify them first, and then hurry back as soon as possible!"

After hearing this, the other children looked at each other in confusion.

After a brief silence, many people agreed with the decision.

The main reason is that they have no other choice.

Just like what was said before, with such a big and evil fire, if a few kids like them went over there, they would just be burned to death.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to ask the adults behind for help.

In the simple view of these children, any problem can be easily solved by simply finding their parents.

Therefore, except for a few people who missed home and looked dejected, the others adjusted their mood and headed towards the back of the mountain.

Only Chris stood still without moving.

She hugged her knees, looked at the wind direction of the village, and the expression on her face gradually distorted.

"Chris?" Someone noticed that something was wrong with her and reached out to her.

However, it was beyond those people's expectations.

Chris stood up suddenly and then covered her face.

"This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream..."

She tore at her hair and wailed in agony: "This is a dream, this is a dream! Wake up, wake up quickly!!"

"Chris?!" Someone was startled by her action.

They subconsciously wanted to support her, but soon, Chris's hands paused slightly.

This sudden change made everyone hold their breath and stare at her intently.

Wait a few seconds.

Chris suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the people around her in horror.

"Don't come over here!" she yelled. "Don't come over here!"

"What else do you want to do to me?! I've had enough! I've had enough! This is a dream! Yes, this is a dream! In this dream, no matter if you prick me with a needle or chop off my head, I won't die, I won't die!!"

Chris suddenly picked up a long wooden stick from the side, and waved it around with both hands: "Get out, get out!! Do you want to break my hands again?! Get out!! If you don't leave, I will kill you all! Anyway, this is a dream, a dream!!"

She spoke in a way that no one else could understand, and the madness on her face became more and more obvious.

In everyone's eyes, she was like a lunatic with no sense of security and only knew how to talk nonsense! "What's wrong with her?! Why does she look so weird?!"

"I don't know, but we need to tie her up first! Look, she's starting to hurt herself!"

The words fell.

Soon, Chris, who was standing opposite them, raised his wrist and took a big bite on it!

"This is a dream! I need to wake up, yes, I need to wake up!" She said in a daze, "Wake up, wake up..."

"Wake up, wake up, wake up..."

Accompanied by a melodious flute sound, Chris felt her eyelids beginning to twitch.

In her blurred vision, she could see that her "companions" with hideous faces seemed to be holding their heads and wailing in pain.

What happened?

In a haze, this question emerged in Chris's mind.

But before long, her consciousness gradually turned cold, as if it was soaked in cold rain.

Only a few remnants still supported her brain, preventing her from completely losing connection.

In her remaining consciousness, Chris seemed to see herself and her companions lined up in a row and walking towards the mountain.

Everyone's movements were like those of puppets, being manipulated by the melodious flute sounds, and they walked step by step into the dark and deep black hole.

In her hazy consciousness, Chris seemed to hear someone's voice.

"These are all humans who meet the standards and have a high level of consciousness activity. Only humans like this are suitable for merging with alien species."

There was silence for a moment.

Not long after, the voice continued: "Of course I know, but those whose consciousness strength is not up to standard are just scum, meaningless materials. In this case, it is reasonable for me to use them to forge the Philosopher's Stone."

"Or has your pathetic compassion come back again?"

A long time passed again.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Chris's head. "You mean her? Yes, I implanted some small fragments in her soul. After the other people exchanged spiritual fragments with me, I did nothing. But in her brain, I added a few settings for her."

"Yes, it's what you said about 'Battle Royale' and 'Saw'. I really like these plots, so I built a similar stage in her mind and then enjoyed it for a while."

"You ask me if it's interesting? Of course, it's very interesting. Just like you like to say some unclear words to let people guess wildly, I prefer to observe other people's expressions when they face abnormal situations. This is my dessert after the meal, it is indispensable."

The hand shook Chris's head. "As for why she was chosen... maybe because she's prettier? You know, the first criterion for people to observe other humans is always appearance, and this is no exception for aliens. Compared to a burly man, of course the wailing of a cute little girl before her death is more pleasing to the eye."

The words fell.

Soon, Chris heard a puzzled voice: "Strange, the spirit hasn't completely shut down yet?"

"Interesting, he looks like a person with very high mental strength," the voice said with a smile, "Then he is probably very suitable for implanting the most primitive but also the most powerful emotion - 'fear'."

"I believe that after you succeed, you will be able to become a terrifying monster."

This was the last sound Chris heard.

Soon, her consciousness fell into a complete coldness...

"Ha ha……!"

The memories end.

Chris was standing in the cave, holding onto the wall, with an expression of disbelief.

"Is it that priest?!" she muttered to herself, "He wanted to experiment on others and even sneaked into the dreams of the villagers!"

Not only that, he was probably the one who set the blue fire in the village. The reason was... those people did not meet his "standards"! Thinking of this, Chris couldn't help but grit his teeth: "Everyone... everyone was killed by him as material!"

And he would use me and my friends as experiments! "I have to escape, I have to escape..." Chris muttered to herself, "Go find the noble lord, find more people, find other priests, to punish him, to take him away..."

Just when she made up her mind.

Suddenly, a face appeared from the cracks in the stone: "Run?"

The face slowly emerged from the cracks in the stone and gradually took on a human form: "Where can you run to, kid?"

“Huh?!”

Looking at the face that suddenly appeared next to her, Chris took a half step back in horror, screaming! She stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

That priest...that priest!

Chris watched the guy crawl out from the crevice of the rock, and then his body gradually expanded, as round as the crescent moon at night.

Not long after, he gradually turned into the man Chris had seen before!

After brushing off the dust on his clothes, the priest looked at the frightened Chris with a smile: "How can you still have such an expression?"

After thinking for a while, he clapped his hands and said, "It looks like you have lost consciousness? That's right, after all, you probably suffered too much damage during the transformation process, so you automatically closed off that part of your emotions. This is normal, after all, the human body's self-defense mechanism is very sophisticated."

As he said that, the priest reached out and grabbed Chris's hair!

hiss……

Chris felt pain as her hair was grabbed and she kept struggling.

However, the priest's movements were so violent that even though Chris tried desperately to break free from his grip, she was still dragged on the ground by him.

While dragging Chris, the guy said, "What a pity, it looks like a failure. The mixture of humans and alien species in my impression is not this weak thing. Such an existence may not even be qualified to enter the Abyss, otherwise it is better to just destroy it."

"But, the Prophet seems to want you. Well, although it is a bit troublesome, I will just hand you over to him."

Grabbing Chris's hair, the priest seemed to suddenly remember something: "That's right."

He pulled Chris's face in front of his own and looked at her face carefully.

"Since the prophet needs you, it means you are still useful to him, right?" He said to Chris, "If that's the case, then it means I can do something to you."

"I can extract a part of your soul, and then awaken the memory that you sealed away due to the pain, and split it into two parts. I will give the body to the prophet, and keep the soul for myself. If I want to deal with him one day in the future, I can start with you..."

The more he spoke, the happier his expression became. "That's right! In this way, I have mastered a method that can work on the prophet! I just need to cultivate the soul that was eliminated, and then return it to you one day! In this way, due to the rejection reaction of the spirit and the incompatibility of each other's souls, you will completely lose your consciousness and become a pool of rotten meat!"

"And even if the prophet could predict the future, it would be meaningless. I am the absolute authority on the soul. I only need to peel off a part of the soul and deal with it myself, then even the prophet can't do anything about it! Not to mention that he hasn't stopped me from doing this until now, which means that what I am doing is working! Otherwise, he would have appeared and interrupted my actions long ago!"

Thinking of this, the priest took action directly and tore Chris's scalp fiercely!

"ah!!"

Chris screamed and struggled more violently.

However, the priest still felt nothing and continued to talk to himself: "Since I have instilled fear in you, let me teach this part of your soul the truth, kindness and beauty!"

"Let me train her, train her into a thorough saint, and let her die for others... Yes, she is extremely good, and you are extremely evil! In this way, when your souls collide with each other, it will be able to completely dissolve both of your souls!"

No……

Chris struggled to speak.

However, not long after, she felt a severe blow on the back of her head, and she fainted! At the end of her consciousness, Chris looked at the laughing Hermes and slowly lost consciousness.

Wait until she wakes up again.

She was completely tied up.

Tentatively raising her hand, Chris looked at everything in front of her blankly.

"I...am not dead yet?"

She muttered to herself in confusion.

Just as she was thinking this.

A voice came from right in front of her: "If you think that the only way to be dead is to lose vital signs, then you are not dead yet."

Hearing the voice, Chris suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the voice.

She suddenly saw a man sitting opposite her, with his legs crossed, smoking, and looking in her direction.

"Good afternoon, kid," the man blew a puff of smoke, "Of course, you don't look too well."

"That's normal. After all, Hermes is not a decent guy, and his brain is a bit sick. I can't blame him. It's better to say that people in this world who don't have a sick brain can't live for too long, even me."

As he spoke, he glanced at Chris and said lightly, "People like you can probably live a long time in the future."

What is he... saying? Chris looked at the man.

She had absolutely no idea what this guy had been nagging about from the beginning till now.

She just moved her wrist and her five fingers began to tremble.

She wanted to try and see if she could remove the ropes herself.

But before she could finish her action.

The next second, a pair of hands pressed down on her shoulders.

Lock her tightly on that chair!

The man pressed Chris's shoulder and said with a smile, "I advise you to be honest. After all, I didn't spend my life force to bring your memory to this point just to chat with you about some messed up things."

Look at his hands.

Chris couldn't help swallowing.

Then he just stayed still.