In the thick smoke, there were faint cries and screams.
Ye Qingxuan suppressed the hallucinations and forced himself not to listen to the murmurs that became increasingly clear in his ears.
In the thick fog, he groped upwards and stumbled along the abandoned sewers. Sometimes, he pushed open an iron door and saw no one inside. Then he opened another door and saw those twisted and crying faces.
Then he opened doors one after another, but he never found the little girl he had lost.
Until finally, he tiredly climbed up the last step, pushed open the last door with all his strength, and saw her sleeping face.
"So you are here." He whispered softly.
She was still asleep and did not wake up, as if she was not aware of all this.
"It would be nice if you could stay quiet."
Ye Qingxuan pinched her cheek. Only at this moment could he see that she was a very cute little girl. The eyebrows are delicate, quiet, cute and beautiful, like a doll.
Ye Qingxuan bent down and reached out to pick her up, but at that moment, his expression changed and he fell to his knees.
"You... little bastard."
A dagger was drawn from his back, and the voice was hoarse.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. Behind him, an old woman with red eyes was holding a dagger in her hand, her face twisted as if at home: "Do you know what you did?!"
Ye Qingxuan knelt on the ground, reached out and touched it, and felt blood red seeping out.
But looking at her red eyes, Ye Qingxuan couldn't be afraid anymore and wanted to laugh.
"Didn't you say it? There are always so many misfortunes that come unexpectedly in life... "
He repeated the old woman's hypocrisy, stared into her eyes, but his eyes were extremely sincere, and said sarcastically: "Sometimes, you have to be patient."
"Damn little bastard!"
Emma whispered bitterly, biting her tongue to maintain her sanity.
Thinking of the crazy men downstairs, her heart was bleeding. She had finally managed to accumulate so many team members over the years and finally had a place in Xiacheng District. Unexpectedly, they all fell into the gutter overnight.
For the first time, she felt regretful and unable to get off.
She wanted to turn around and leave, running away from here, but the greed in her heart was burning like fire—so much money was enough to drive anyone crazy.
As long as the little girl is snatched back, she will no longer have to live in this shabby quagmire of Avalon. She could go to Burgundy, to the Corsica Islands, or smuggled to the East and live out her life in luxury.
The group of Orientals even promised to restore their youth and repair their aging bodies due to taboo surgeries. Youth, returning to youth, is really a dream that no amount of girl’s blood can be dreamed of...
"go to hell!"
She screamed hoarsely and rushed forward in an instant.
Ye Qingxuan rolled on the ground, but had no strength.
This old woman who once looked sad and lonely finally showed her true colors. Showing the ferocity of using other people's lives to feed demons.
Ye Qingxuan didn't expect her speed to be so fast. Ye Qingxuan rolled on the ground with all his strength, and saw that the floor where he was just now had been completely penetrated.
In her hand, the sharp dagger flashed with cold light, making people feel frightened.
She was able to secure her position as the boss in Xiacheng District not only because of the demons she raised. After such a long time, many people have forgotten that from a prostitute to her current status, in addition to her ruthless and vicious heart, she also has a dagger.
This is a killing technique honed in human life. Even if it is eroded by hallucinations, it is enough to kill this damn brat!
Now, her eyes were bloodshot and the visions were beginning to eat away at his brain. So he stopped talking nonsense to this damn little bastard and stepped forward with his knife.
There were two swords in an instant, so fast that people couldn't react. Ye Qingxuan retreated hastily, but there was still a trace of blood on his body.
"Come on, little bastard, come on!"
The ghost mother's steps staggered, but her eyes were fixed on Ye Qingxuan, and she pounced again. This time, in an instant, the dagger made two wounds on Ye Qingxuan's arm, and the fatal knife originally aimed at the heart was inserted into the empty space. .
Behind her ears, the mottled hair lifted up in a frenzy, revealing hidden gills!
gill
Ye Qingxuan was stunned when he saw the organ that should not belong to humans.
"What are you looking at?"
The ghost mother let down her hair frantically, as if she was furious, but in the hallucination she seemed extremely happy. She stroked the inhuman organ behind her ear and laughed shrilly, as loudly as a midnight snack.
"This is Siren transformation..."
She murmured in a low voice, recalling with difficulty: "In order to have power, I spent thirty years of my life in exchange for it... Now that I have power, you all have to die! They are all dead, killed by that white-haired monster. , the white-haired monster is also dead."
She murmured something nonchalantly, her eyes locked on Ye Qingxuan who was retreating quietly, and a ferocious look suddenly appeared on her face: "You have to die too! You, like that monster, have to die too!"
This crazy old woman stepped on him, lowered her dagger and stabbed out suddenly!
Ye Qingxuan used his last strength to roll over, only to hear the muffled sound of the dagger sinking into the floor.
"Fuck, die, die, die!!!!"
Emma screamed, she pulled her arm suddenly, and the dagger that had clearly penetrated the floor sliced out towards Ye Qingxuan!
Amidst the sour sound of the floor breaking, wood splinters flew, and the dagger cut a huge gap in the floor, extending towards Ye Qingxuan's throat. She was really crazy. As long as she could kill Ye Qingxuan, it didn't matter what she did.
But the knife that must have completely cut his throat and floor in two stopped, and was firmly grasped by Ye Qingxuan's outstretched palm.
In the dizziness, Ye Qingxuan consciously grabbed her arm, but accidentally grabbed the blade, but he had to grab it even if it was the blade! He firmly resisted the dagger that cut across him.
The blade had cut deeply into the flesh, and the bone was visible.
Severe pain spread from the wound, and the burning pain made his palms twitch. But Ye Qingxuan stared at the twisted face of the ghost mother, and his eyes suddenly understood: "Are you afraid?"
"You little bastard..."
Emma's breathing became heavy, drool drooled from the corners of her twisted mouth, and she growled hoarsely: "I'm going to tear your mouth off!"
She scratched Ye Qingxuan's face like crazy, leaving streaks of blood. But Ye Qingxuan's body froze, as if he had been frozen for an instant.
The trembling pupils gradually spread.
The ghost mother was stunned, stopped, and suddenly laughed, as if she had heard the best joke in the world!
"Hahahaha! You were dragged in too!"
She laughed shrilly, with such joy: "Your nightmare has begun too!"
On the ground, Ye Qingxuan was still stiff, his body twitching as if falling into an ice cave, shrinking into a ball. He was pulled into a nightmare by an invisible ghost.
"Just suffocate in your nightmare!"
The ghost mother slowly stretched out her hand, grabbed his neck, and tightened it.
"There is no place for your innocence in this world!"
…
Amidst countless hallucinatory cries, Ye Qingxuan suddenly couldn't feel the bone-deep pain in his palms, as if the pain had been isolated.
His consciousness was drawn into a black box, surrounded by countless cries.
In the tingling pain of the brain, those memories hidden in the corners surged up again.
Countless faces were wandering in the thick fog, and those forgotten in the depths of memory emerged. They stared at Ye Qingxuan, either sad or ferocious, crying and cursing endlessly.
"He is the traitor's child, beat him to death!"
"Get out of here with this bastard, there is no such child in the Lancelot family!"
"Don't be afraid, little Ye Zi, don't be afraid... Dad just left home temporarily."
"Get out, there is no place for beggars here!"
"Hey, that Oriental bastard..."
"Is your mother a prostitute? I heard that all bastards are like this."
Those faces surrounding him, rising and falling in the thick fog, made him suddenly realize...
"long time no see."
He looked around and said softly: "I almost forgot about you."
Those cries and roars penetrated his heart, causing him to fall into a trance, almost forgetting that Emma was still pinching his neck. Suffocation pushed him bit by bit into the abyss of death.
But at the same time, there is also a kind of anger surging in my heart, as if it has been stimulated by a medicine, it is expanding, expanding a hundred times. The anger sleeping deep in the memory burst out together with the shadow. It was a kind of flame that could not be extinguished. Once it was ignited, it would completely engulf people's reason.
It's like a voice deep inside is going crazy, roaring hoarsely, screaming!
The beast hidden deep in my heart was banging against the cage crazily, trying to tear the heavy lock apart.
once! twice! three times!
Until the end, I was covered with bruises! It roared in despair and was dying...
But the iron lock was finally touched, and a crack appeared.
Then the memories that were blocked deep in the memory, the pain that was forgotten in the pain, emerged.
In an instant, he traveled through a long time and returned to the past.
He seemed to be lying there, but he couldn't feel his body.
There was the cold sound of the scalpel colliding with the iron bed, and there was also the ticking sound of something accompanied by the heartbeat.
He stared blankly at the headlight hanging from the ceiling. The light of the headlight was dazzling and cold, illuminating those blurry figures, making them lose their shadows.
What are those people doing
He stared blankly as they surrounded him, holding knives in their hands and cutting open his body...
Those people were dressed in pure white clothes, and even their faces were covered, leaving only cold eyes. But why cover your face? Why do we choose to cover our faces when we live in this world
What are you doing
What do you want to do to me
Stop it! stop! Don't continue!
He felt fear, but blood remained from his cut forehead, blindfolding him.
Something was nailed into the skull inch by inch!
"In this case, it's done..."
Those with their faces covered looked down at him and seemed to chuckle. They looked down at him, their eyes cold and superior, showing the last pity, yet so superior.
"Can you make sure everything is safe?" asked a man holding a cane next to him.
"The operation has been successful, there is no other possibility."
"Then prepare for memory cleaning."
The man glanced at him, his eyes cold and contemptuous: "After it's over, throw it to that woman and tell them to get out of Avalon. I don't want to recall this bastard who will only bring shame."
Ye Qingxuan stared at him, but couldn't see his face clearly.
The masked men lowered their heads again, seemingly smiling under their masks, and reached out to cover his eyes.
He roared with difficulty and struggled.
But everything fell into darkness again, even if he tried all his methods.
Nameless anger and sadness erupted in his heart. In this endless abyss of fear, he roared with all his strength and stretched out his palm towards the disappearing light at the top.