After burning for a while in that torment, one day, the already dim flame gradually went out, and a feeling of extreme weakness and even suffocation came over my heart.

"Am I going to go out? Am I going to die? Finally... Can I take a break? I want to just go to sleep like that, and sleep carefree!"

This extreme sense of weakness instead gives it a distorted illusion, and under the tormented confusion, emptiness and pain, it does not want to die all the time, this is its wish, a simple wish.

With a soft thud, the burning flame was extinguished, and the light-shrouded area was once again swallowed up by darkness, and the lighthouse was long emptied, and only the burning black embers were dancing in the wind, and his consciousness was also flying with the ashes.

Suddenly, all the burning feelings and memories came to my heart at this moment, Jason was stunned for a moment, another breeze blew, and the next moment, these feelings and memories were like the dust floating in the sky, slowly fading, and seeing a little bit of dissipation.

"No... No, don't take these things from me, don't take these things from me, give them back to me, give them back to me!Why, tell me why, great beast god, why do you treat me so cruelly when I have already burned myself? Why?"

The refilled heart is beginning to emptiness again, and Jason frantically tries to get these precious things back, but to no avail, as if he is destined to die without everything.

"I... Don't want to... Die like this, I... Hate you, give it back to me!"

At this moment, a wisp of black fog that enveloped the world drifted down, enveloping the soul that was about to drift away, and under the dark shadow, an invisible nightmare that exuded a disgusting negative aura and was pitch black and faceless crawled out.

It was left with scattered and chaotic fragments of its soul, whispering something frantically, twisting and crawling on the ground, rummaging around, as if searching for something.

"Don't take it, give it back to me, give me back all those things, where, where the hell is, hurry up and give it back to me!"

Gradually, this strange nightmare crawled away, disappearing into the dim world, it searched endlessly, looking for the lost thing that filled the empty heart.

...............

"Hey, have you heard about that recently?"

"It's up to you, it's already in the uproar in this area, it's said, there seems to be something strange outside the dim world, all the creatures it touches are dead, and even some beast gods have died mysteriously!"

"Hey, even those great beast gods are dead? How is it possible, you won't drink too much wine and brag again!"

"Who has nothing to lie to you, this is what my fourth aunt's second aunt's daughter's sister's good girlfriend overheard from her Yu Linwei's husband, absolutely reliable!"

"Really, alas, this world-shattering way is really getting harder and harder!"

"Isn't it, the outside world is really getting weirder and weirder, when can we live in this kind of big city, eat and sleep well, and there is a warm big holy fire, I really don't want to go outside that fucking place!"

"Who wouldn't want that, but don't daydream here!"

"Hawkers, okay, don't say these disappointing words, come, let's continue to drink, it's rare to come here, and the brother will introduce you to a good store, it is said that the girls there are super positive!"

"It's... Forget it, let my stinky mother-in-law know about it and make a fuss again!"

"What are you afraid of, God knows you know and I know, we don't say, your yellow-faced woman is so far away, who knows!"

The City of the Silver Demons, a neutral city standing in a small oasis, was founded by the elves who were one of the major races in this eastern barbarian land, and was a well-known and prosperous trading city with a mix of races.

In a tavern in the city, drunks of all races come and go, chatting, drinking and farting, and there are two pig-headed people who seem to have drunk too much, putting their arms around each other's shoulders, talking loudly about news gossip and laughing at the same time.

A small green-skinned goblin in a big trouser carried a wine tray, carefully shuttling between the drinkers, as if he had heard some interesting gossip, and his steps were paused and his big pointed ears shrugged and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Little stammer, don't be lazy for me, my hands and feet are a little more numb, or the old man will throw you in the garbage ditch!"

The goblin boss who was lying on the counter to settle accounts roared with some dissatisfaction, this is an old goblin less than half a meter tall, dressed in a very formal green leaf suit, with long snow-white hair, floating in mid-air, and gently fanning the transparent four-winged thin wings behind his back.

"Oooh!"

The little stammerer woke up suddenly, and replied with some stammering, and got to work in a hurry, not daring to stop and eavesdrop.

It was only after half the time that he was busy with the Yang Chakra, that is, half the time that the Sun Beast God had inspected the world once, he had a little time to rest, ate some garbage leftovers, returned to the dirty firewood room, and lay on the straw exhausted.

Through the small window, he could see the warm light outside, which was the light of the great flame, but the little stammerer shrank into the dark corner, he didn't like this light, I don't know why, it always felt very sad and painful.

"It's empty!"

As soon as he rested for a while, the little stammerer irritably covered his twitching heart, tossed and turned, and finally sat up, rubbing his dark eyes, for some reason, he just couldn't really sleep.

By the way, his real name isn't Little Stammer, and he doesn't actually know what he's called, because when he woke up, he lost his memory and was locked up in a crowded iron cage as a lowly slave to be sold.

Until today's boss fell in love with him, seeing that he stammered when he spoke, he gave him a small stammering name, although the boss has a bad temper, but the person is still very good, at least he can barely feed his stomach and have a place to live.

After a moment of thought, the little stammerer lay down on his side again, in a daze, his eyes were blank, and there seemed to be a dark shadow wriggling in them, and suddenly, his eyes returned to their brilliance, because a turquoise eye appeared through the crack in the grass.

The little stammerer sat up suddenly, hesitated, and carefully lifted the grass, and a goblin covered in blood and only the size of a fist lay there, one eye slashed through the scar was closed, the other eye was half-open, and he stretched out his arm with great difficulty and whispered.

"Help... Me!"

Where did the elf seed come from?

The little stammerer was a little surprised, and was about to leave to report to the boss, after all, the status of the goblin in the Silver Demon City was very high, and it was not something that he could provoke as a small person.

But a few steps back, his steps paused, he covered his head with a headache, and a vague picture flashed in his mind, the same look, but... Who's here? Seems to be a very important person, right!

Thinking of this little stammer, he covered his heart again, and after a few seconds, he slowly squatted down, and for some reason he didn't choose to report to the boss, and stammered.

"How can I help you?"