The faint light burrowed into the dark red sea of blood, slowly devouring it.

In a trance, Kamei stretched out her already conceived arm and went up the river along the sea of blood.

She couldn't tell if it was a fantasy or a reality.

Ashes poured into her field of vision sporadically from the castle that hung in mid-air in the distance.

Black and dark red alternate. The faint light tore apart the sight.

She saw the familiar back, the one she had when she was a child......

Slightly open her lips, she wanted to call his name, but she couldn't.

She couldn't remember, what his name was.

He turned his head, his heavy blade sinking into the hard ground.

She couldn't see his face clearly, and the light hit him, and even his back became more and more blurred.

"Wait..... Wait ....." she stretched out her hand, and the moment her fingertips touched his hand, all expectations and unwillingness came to naught.

She sank back into the blood.

Yingli wrapped her arms around her waist, and her long silver hair wrapped around the two of them.

The criss-crossing streaks of blood outline Carmela's body like a paintbrush, and a layer of flesh gradually clings to the exposed bones.

In the severe pain, the intertwined bodies of the two penetrated each other and merged into one.

The body struggled to keep going up with instinct, and Carmela was pulled by an invisible force, and her whole body was dragged out of the sea.

She climbed to the shore, her wet curls covering her firm hips along her back.

She's back.

Return to this world where hope and fear coexist.

For Carmela, this body is not much different from before, the only difference is that there are two souls in it.

She tried to move the joints in her hands, but she didn't feel anything.

She spread her legs and walked toward the shore.

People passing by looked at this unclothed woman with strange eyes. Her long, slightly damp hair hung down on her chest, and through the condensed strands, she could faintly peek into her slender waist.

It's a gathering place for brothels, and the men who come to vent their desires have greedy smiles on their faces.

The Moores sat in a tin wagon, their axles rumbling and jolting down the uneven road.

'Kakaka-' A piece of rusty wire was pinned into the wheel, and the carriage was forced to stop.

Moore got under the car to reach the unpleasant wire, and his slightly fat body struggled to get under the car.

The dungeon is already dark, and people barely light up the lights to save money. The lanterns on the streets are said to have been in use for almost a hundred years, and they only turn on for a short time when necessary.

The whole dungeon is lit up, and there is no other place to see it so clearly except for Love's brothel.

He was glad that there was a brothel next to Love, so he could see a little clearly.

A pair of bloody feet dangled in front of his eyes, and eight or nine were the prostitutes of Love's brothel.

This time, he specially transported the weapons customized for the Marquis of Garth in the north for the Vivian Chamber of Commerce, and he couldn't go wrong at all, and naturally he was not in the mood to sleep with a woman.

"You go find someone else. He stood up and threw her a couple of silver coins.

When he looked up, he found that the woman was not wearing clothes, and the ravine under the collarbone made him palpitate.

"He wants to sleep with you, Carmela. Yingli, who shared a body with her, said sarcastically.

"Then screw his head off. ”

"You're heartless. ”

"I'm not as as you. ”

This senseless conversation can only be heard by the two of them.

Moore calmed down for a moment, and in a playful tone, he asked, "What's your name?"

The facial features on her face are becoming more and more three-dimensional and charming.

She looked at the familiar Love brothel in front of her and said, "Belinda." ”

It was a name before she was eight years old, and her mother hadn't called it a few times before she had escaped the dungeon. The old woman in the lov brothel preferred to call her mongrel.

Moore tilted his head to the side with a red face, saying that he was not in the mood to sleep with a woman, and he had not slept a few in his life.

"You're one of Love's?"

"Nope. She shook her head.

It's really strange that most of the women in the dungeon are prostitutes, and there is such a different kind of goods here.

"And where are you from?"

"Hell. ”

There was a strange smile on her face, and the people who looked at her were creepy.

Moore swallowed, and at this moment, half of the face of someone in the carriage appeared.

Moore's father once worked as a bachelor for a certain earl, and he was not a bad person, and he looked at her like a man who went to the ground, and took the initiative to invite Carmela into the carriage.

Moore's shrewd eyes turned several times, is this another loss of money? Two days ago, I took in a little kid who couldn't do anything, and now there is another woman.....

The woman, as soon as he thought of the two words, blood rushed to his brain, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his lower body.

Carmela sat in.

Moore's father was half blind, he had poor eyes, and his head was full of gray hair, like Uncle Hans in the arsenal of Selma, which was not so dazzling to look at.

Old Moore asked, "You want to go to the earth?"

"Well, this is not a place for people, and if you stay for a long time, you will become a beast. ”

"You've always lived here before?"

"Probably, eight years. ”

She didn't speak, and caught a glimpse of a cowering child in the carriage looking at her.

The carriage was bumpy on the road again. There was a rattle in the container behind the carriage.

That's supposed to be the sound of a weapon striking.

Carmella leaned against the window, there should be a lot to dig into.

Two cautious glances were cast in the corner, and the child was looking at her again.

The wind drifted into the window with moisture, and before she knew it, Carmela's hair was dry.

The imp was still staring at her, glancing at her from time to time. Carmella put one foot on his shoulder, and he couldn't hold it anymore and fell to his stomach.

"I have a silver coin on my face?" she asked unceremoniously

"You don't wear clothes, you live like a prostitute. ”

"Heh, what's your name?"

"Kaz. He replied sullenly.

Old Moore was surprised by the conversation between the two.

When it was over, Kaz added: "My sister is a prostitute, but she wears clothes." ”

"You're rude. Carmela spat out a few words and stomped on Kaz's face, screaming in pain.

What is the difference between a prostitute and a bitch?

She propped her chin on one hand and rested her head against the window.

I was going to stay in the dungeon and meet someone, but now getting back to the surface is the priority.