Ears were filled with piercing alarm bells, and icy water droplets fell from the sky. Yan Rui squeezed his eyes hard, and snorted heavily through his nose. The continuous overtime made him feel tired, his head was dizzy, and he finally fell to sleep, and he really didn't want to get up.

Moreover, he felt light, indescribably relaxed and comfortable filling his whole body, more pleasant than soaking his whole body in a hot tub, and he did not want to move. He felt as if he were floating higher and higher, like a swing to the clouds—until a pungent smell of burning woke up the last of his alertness.

"Fire alarm!

"Run!"

When I opened my eyes, there was no fire, no smoke, just some darkness. The familiar desk is gone, the computer on which it was used to test the data is gone, and the drinks, lunch boxes, and work progress "reminders" posted on the wall are gone. There are no familiar black and white Antarctic animal mascots to be seen up and down, but what you see is an unfamiliar environment.

Somehow he lay on a large hard bed, surrounded by a blue cloth tent decorated with red threads, while a beautiful woman with a blushing face rode on top of him, clasping his waist tightly with a pair of smooth, powerful thighs. Neither of them was wearing much clothing, and the atmosphere was a little awkward and ambiguous, and one of Yan Rui's big hands was on the woman's body in a position that was best not described in detail.

His head still seemed to be a little drowsy, and the thought of the alarm was thrown away in an instant. Yan Rui's first reaction was that he didn't "wake up with his eyes open", this should still be in a dream, otherwise he couldn't explain how such a beautiful girl could ride on him!

He had enough reason to think so, because there was never such a good thing in reality, so it must have been a dream: a dream with benefits. I think it's caused by too much pressure and desire accumulation recently!

"Since it's a dream, then you can do whatever you want?" Yan Rui grinned, and his hand immediately became dishonest. The sensation in the palm of your hand and fingertips is very real, but in a sense, it's also very dreamy.

"It's both a dream and a dream!"

But Yan Rui was wrong, this actually has nothing to do with dreams, just a simple and rough beginning of a certain story.

"Why are you awake? It doesn't matter! Don't think of saying a syllable spell!"

The woman's white hand quickly climbed up Yan Rui's neck, and the delicate and silky skin was clinging to it, but the knuckles of her thumb were pinched on the Adam's apple, and at the same time, she kept pressing down hard, fierce and firm. Yan Rui really couldn't say a word anymore, and the sudden feeling of suffocation made his eyes flutter. The dream was over, and the creature's survival instinct caused him to pull his hand out, trying to break the long, thin arm from his neck.

Didn't move? Failed in strength? The arms were as stiff as iron, and they continued to strangle their throats, without changing in the slightest.

With the pain of vertigo, Yan Rui's face had begun to turn purple, his blood vessels bulged, and his lips were pale. He had realized that this was definitely not a dream, that it would not be so real! he found that he could not break the hands on his neck, and his struggling body did not obey the call, and he was held down and unable to move. In desperation, Yan Rui could only reach out and grab the woman's face, and even poke his fingers into the eyes. At the moment of life and death, he couldn't think too much.

The woman snorted lightly, leaving only one hand to pinch her neck, and the other hand waved continuously, and in three or two strokes, Yan Rui's counterattack was removed. Then, she reached for the back of her neck and drew a short, black curved blade. The action caused her hair to flutter, revealing two long, pointed, white ears between the dark gold filaments.

Elf? Yan Rui had two words popping up in his head. Crossing? is another two words. Don't kill me! These are the three most important words.

"Feige Hall, you shit, die now. ”

At that moment, Yan Rui just wanted to shout: I'm not Feige Hall, I'm Yan Rui!

It's a pity that the choked throat can't make a sound, and the elf beauty has a knife in her hand. The cold metal pierced his heart with a sharp pain, which recurred in his chest, ribs, and abdomen. Blood splattered on the woman's upper body, staining her white skin with red, making it smoother......

Yan Rui began to die, and he began to hope that it was just a dream. But if it was a dream, the feeling of suffocation just now should have woken him up. Before he died, Yan Rui's last thought was: Did I travel a little early, should I come back after this Feige Hale died, did I count myself as dying for others? Alas, the dream of crossing in vain......

People still have to have dreams, what if they accidentally realize them? First they were shrouded in boundless pure darkness, and then they were silent, and at the same time, Yan Rui could clearly feel that the vitality had left his body, and finally he began to sink - it should be the soul that sinks, right? Sinking down should not be a good thing, it always represents good—such as the fairy world, heaven is above, and hell and the like are bad below. Could it be that I have done too many evil things, so I should go to hell? But I have not done any evil things except for a lot of overtime? Maybe there is also overtime hell besides snorting and pulling out my tongue?

Just as he was thinking nonsense, the sinking stopped, the feeling of being grounded reappeared, and the surroundings began to light up. The sight of "hell" is very monotonous, with black, white and gray filling the field of vision. As far as the eye can see, there is an empty underground hall with a solid layer of soil on all sides, and you can vaguely see fossils, bones, and decaying plant roots of various ages. In this underground hall, which is about ten meters square and five meters high, a crystal throne stands on a low platform in the center. Only this throne has a color, and it is as red as blood in Yan Rui's eyes.

Yan Rui looked down at himself, naked, and his body was gray and translucent. The two aerosol arms can pass through the body at any time, but they can stand on the ground safely. I'm not entirely sure, but it's probably a soul, a ghost, or a ghost, right?

All the features of the body were the same as before, at least the palm prints and individual body parts were still the same as Yan Rui's. It seems that although he was killed as "Feige Hall" before, after losing his body and life, the soul that came here is still his own, and he has returned to his original appearance.

"Who is Feige Hale? Am I being a substitute for the dead?" Yan Rui sighed heavily. He pondered for a moment, and felt that there was little point in dwelling on the question of "how did you die?" now. Since you can still have memories and awareness, it is more important to base yourself on the present and look forward to the future.

Look left and right, in this empty hall that is clearly underground, only the red throne looks suspicious enough to be examined. Moreover, Yan Rui found that when he focused his attention on the throne, he felt the urge to sit on it.

The throne is high above the ground, and you need to climb eight steps to get there. Walking up the stairs, it was supposed to be the first time to be here, but there was an unusual familiarity, the ghost's ethereal feet brushing over the smooth gem staircase, and the illusion of warmth and solidity came to the bottom of my heart.

The Ruby Throne is full of razor-sharp edges, and if the flesh touches it, it will inevitably be torn apart. But for the soul, these are not a threat. Yan Rui stretched out his hand, his fingertips slicing over, and then watched as the aerosol-like body was sliced apart, and then quickly reunited. He turned and sat down slowly.

As long as he bent his body slightly, he could find a comfortable position, and Yan Rui sat in the throne, like huddled in a familiar work chair, and his whole body felt relaxed and comfortable. He looked to the left and right, and the tall back of the chair had two protrusions at the height of his ears, and the smooth surface formed two mirrors. In one mirror he saw a handsome man with pale blond hair and white skin, with a kind smile on his weak face, and in another he saw a terrible devil with black eyes and dark red skin, with long crooked black horns sticking out of his shoulders and back.

Both figures would change as Yan Rui moved, blinking, smiling, baring teeth, and grimacing, as if looking in a mirror. Yan Rui was directing them, and they were imitating Yan Rui. It's hard to say what kind of process this was, but I only know that the memories of the white-skinned man and the red-skinned devil quickly merged with Yan Rui and became a part of him.

"Feige Hale?" Yan Rui whispered to the man in the mirror, this time smiling and nodding in confirmation.

"Bulala...... What's that name, and why is it so weird? Oh, there's another name, the Fork in the Road Devil. ”

The red-skinned Fork Demon in the mirror nodded, then put on a menacing expression and bared his teeth in a demonstration towards Yan Rui.

The name that begins with "Bulala" is the real name of the Fork in the Road Devil, and Yan Rui searched through the devil's memory for a while to figure it out. The true name is a powerful force bound to the essence of the soul of a living being, and it can also be considered the only authentication of this individual in the world, which is very binding, and even the mere recitation of this name can cause serious harm to it.

Yan Rui knew the devil's real name, but he didn't have the knowledge and ability to pronounce it. He found that the memories he got from one person and one demon were not very complete, except for some basic common sense, only some important fragments. He knew that Fitch Hall was a noble son, the second son of Earl Kanter Hall and Marjorie, an alchemist. Due to the use of the wrong medicine, the duke's eldest son was "chemically castrated", and is currently on his way to self-exile to escape the disaster of Icewind Fortress.

Being able to do such a strange evil thing is partly related to the influence of the devil on the fork in the road, and partly due to a strong rebellious mentality. Not only did Fitch Hale annoy all the family teachers and cut himself off from becoming a knight, but he also left a lot of bad legends in the nobility of the principality. He privately provided various medicines for the children of the people in the capital area, and accumulated a lot of money, but the after-sales customer service was slightly equal to nothing, and the product safety was maintained by luck. In the end, the only way to save his life was to go to the penal colony.

"What else have you done besides bad things?" Yan Rui couldn't find the details from his memory, so he asked.

"I don't remember. Feige Hale in the mirror shook his head slowly, and suddenly spoke, startling Yan Rui. "I don't remember a lot of things, and it's all caused by that devil. ”

"No, it's your responsibility. The devil also spoke: "You will carry out the contract honestly, and there will be no problems!"

"Then my soul will fall into your purse, and become the currency of the devil's dealings, and suffer endless torment. ”

"It won't be endless. The devil in the mirror smiled cheerfully: "Because torture causes attrition, even if the power in the coin is cast, the soul will not last more than 100,000 years - the pain will eventually disappear." ”

Yan Rui sorted out the ins and outs of the whole thing, and found that the loss of memory was indeed caused by the intrigue between man and the devil, and this lack of memory did not only happen to Feige Hall, but also suffered a similar trauma from the fork in the road.

To put it simply, neither humans nor devils are good birds. Feige Hale has a terrible reputation for most things, but he has a good talent for spells, especially in the study of demons and alchemy, which is one of the reasons why he doesn't want to be a knight. At first, he found the devil to fulfill his wish, and when he found out that something was wrong, he began to try to resist the devil of the fork in the road, trying to get rid of the contract he had signed with the devil.

The fork in the road devil is not a simple character, and he also launched a counteract after sensing Feige's thoughts. Yan Rui wanted to know the information about this part, such as the specific content of the contract between the two, and how they fought each other. But this kind of thinking only brings a headache and a feeling of emptiness in my heart. He frowned at the man and the demon in the crystal mirror, suspecting that they had special reservations about this history. The only thing Yan Rui could confirm was that a fierce conflict broke out between one person and one demon in mutual calculations, and in the end, both sides were defeated.

And Yan Rui is an innocent and unlucky child who is involved in this fight.

Two incomplete memories plus a Yan Rui who was confused until he died, mixed up, this is the new soul sitting on the Ruby Throne. Fortunately, both Feige Hale and the Fork in the Road Devil have only some memories left, just like two poorly edited movies, which will not affect Yan Rui's personality and emotions. Yan Rui is still Yan Rui, but dead.

"Why are you two involved in my grudges?" Yan Rui glared at Feiqi and the Fork Demon respectively, but neither of them blushed and looked ashamed. It seems that it is impossible to make the two consciences of them find out, and they are both sealed in the mirror of the throne, neither can they come out nor beat, Yan Rui has no problem with them for the time being. "What now? Am I going to sit here forever and listen to you two complain about each other?"

"I can bring you back to life. The fork in the road said.

"I know where your body is. The man in the mirror said.