Naxi kept digging up everything about the tower in his memory.

Act I.

He reached out and scribbled various symbols with his magic in the air.

A young woman's voice came from behind Naxi:

"Take a break. ”

He turned his head.

A red-haired beauty in a brown robe stood behind him, and she reached out to hand Naxi a cup of coffee.

He took the cup and asked in a voice far more immature than he was now:

"Teacher, when will I be able to go out on an adventure. ”

Naxi could feel the caution with which he said this.

The red-haired beauty smiled:

"Soon, when you're ready, I'll throw you out even if you don't want to go. ”

Act II.

Judging from my own perspective, my current self should be much taller than I was in my last memory.

He reached out and stroked the hot red mark on his neck as he looked at the village ahead.

This group of people was so stupid that they dared to settle near the teacher's residence.

They should have established the village more than ten years ago, and the teacher has not done it, just for today, after all, there is no information exchange between this place and the outside world, even if all the people in this village disappear, it is easy to hide it.

Naxi walked into the village.

The villagers all looked at him with curiosity.

A young girl stood up at the instigation of her companions and bowed her head shyly:

"Are you lost, handsome sir, do you need us to show you the way?"

Naxi spoke:

"No, I've arrived at my destination. ”

A rush of footsteps sounded behind him, and the girl tilted her head to look behind him, and then, with a frightened expression, reached out and grabbed Naxi's hand, and said anxiously:

"The robbers are coming, hide with me, or they will kill you." ”

All the villagers on the street also ran into the house.

The girl failed to pull him.

The girl cried out:

"Run, they won't care who you are......"

Naxi pulled out his hand and turned his head to look at the smirking brawlers who were walking towards him.

The girl glanced at Naxi, and finally turned around and ran towards her home.

The tall man at the head pulled out his revolver from his waist and aimed it at the girl's back, smiling bloodthirstily.

"Ahhhh

Naxi's eyes shone with flickering fire.

Act III.

The maiden and the villagers thanked him constantly in front of him and invited him to the feast.

Naxi reached out and touched his neck.

He looked at the group of mortals with a low gaze.

Act IV.

Naxi found that in his memories this time, the distance on the ground was far more important than anything else.

The teacher stood in front of him.

"Follow me: Casa Ama ......"

Naxi just yelled at the woman in front of her.

Then there was a burning sensation in the neck that was beyond the limits of human tolerance, not only the skin and the flesh underneath, but also the pain in the throat.

It was as if someone had shoved a piece of hot coals into his throat while holding a red soldering iron against his neck.

He just stared at the woman with a low gaze.

Act V.

Got it.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, squatting on the ground, his body trembling constantly.

Around him were several children of his age, all of whom sat in silence on the ground with blank eyes.

And in the center of the group, there was a red-haired woman with a sparkle in her eyes that had not yet been completely extinguished.

She is the teacher.

And the room they were in was exactly where Naxi was in reality.

The woman sat down beside Naxi and put her hand on his shoulder, comforting the trembling little boy.

Naxi could no longer suppress his fears:

"She took my sister, I ......"

The woman held the boy's hand with a slight force, dispelling some of the uneasiness in his heart:

"We'll be fine, I'll protect you. ”

The woman knows better than anyone how weak her promises are, but she still soothes the boy's heart with a fragile lie.

Bang.

The door opened.

A woman in a brown robe walked in, then reached out and grabbed Naxi.

He couldn't remember this memory anymore, everything was so vague, despair, screaming, fear, anger, everything was mixed together, making the already chaotic memory even more muddy.

All he knew was that there were things that would never come back.

Naxi stopped reminiscing.

He had found the reason for his fear of this place, but why was he here?

The door opened.

The locked iron door was easily pushed open from the outside.

Fear, despair, anger, he seemed to have become the child of the night, screaming hysterically as he retreated away from the iron gate until his back was already against the wall.

A low, brown shadow walked into the room.

The height of the intruder was about the same as the group of children in captivity in his memory, probably a few centimeters taller.

"Harry, Rosa, or ......"

The visitor raised his head, revealing a delicate face under his robes.

The red hair and iris forced his screams back into his throat, and the cruel smile destroyed the idea of resisting.

The "teacher" stared straight at Naxi.

He saw the blood on the red woman's neck, which was a mark of stitching, but it was the very uncoordinated slender body under the neck that made people want to vomit.

It was a girl's body.

Just as the teacher did back then, she used her playmates and the sister next door as materials to stitch together a body with smooth skin like a child, but also mature and beautiful.

The teacher made a hoarse voice:

"Why do you want to kill me, I will take you who are your own biological child with lovers, and have never done anything sorry for you except to restrict your freedom. ”

Hearing the voice of the deformed body, the fear in Naxi's heart suddenly disappeared a lot, even if the other party was a deformed monster, a nightmare that he couldn't bear to recall, but as long as she showed her human side, Naxi was no longer afraid.

Because this monster can be tried to understand.

The venomous ghosts that would take his life were far better to face than his twisted past.