Do you believe that there are prophecies in this world?

"The Centuries", a book left to mankind by the great French prophet Nostradamus. The book uses incisive short verses to predict the great events that will happen to mankind with great accuracy. Is our fate sealed? Are those lives and deaths already predestined?

Outside the window, it was raining. She lurks in the unpredictable darkness, quietly remembering the past. In front of the table is a photograph of a ghostly mask with the face of a demon carved into it, infinitely magnifying the sins of the whole world.

Every time it rains like this, the fear in my memory always appears, and with it comes that night of thunder and lightning and heavy rain. She stubbornly responded in the face of the head teacher's disdainful gaze. In full view of everyone, he punched the teacher in the face, and then shook his head and left the classroom.

Everyone can choose who they love, choose their job, and even choose how they want to live, but we can't choose our parents.

From the moment her father was taken away by the police when she was ten years old, her whole life was engraved with shame and sin. The colorful youth suddenly faded and turned gray. All her friends have left her, and no one wants to be with the daughter of a murderer. Wherever she went, she was greeted with nothing but disdainful glances and white-eyed mockery.

The mother finally couldn't stand this life and hanged herself while she was in school.

Her world is lonely to desolate and sad to the end. All smiles and joys were tightly wrapped in sadness and anger in the depths of the heart, frozen, frozen into lumps. Her life is nothing but loneliness.

Grandma used her meager savings to pay for her schooling, and she didn't know what else she could do but study. One night, a classmate's money was lost, and what was supposed to be a review time became a search. When the ten dollars were scoured out of her desk, she heard the sound of the whole world collapsing.

Everyone's eyes flashed like knives, just like the eyes of neighbors when my father was taken away by the police. This gaze frightened her, and she would be awakened every night.

She shook her head, stubbornly denying it.

No one believed her, and no one told her how ten dollars ended up on her desk.

When the head teacher's piercing words came out, all the shame in her heart was replaced by anger, and her eyes flashed with dazzling fire.

The moment she threw the door and left, she rushed into the vast rain curtain. The cold rain poured down on her, but she didn't feel a trace of cold or pain. Shame and sadness make the pain of the body insignificant.

She walked aimlessly towards the hill behind the school. It was a lush wood, and there was silence except silence. Finally she got tired of walking, and under a tree, she fainted.

When she woke up, she found herself lying in a cave. An old man sat next to her. Everything came back to her mind, and she cried bitterly.

She spent the whole night in that cave. The old man told her many things, many of which were about the philosophy of life. And let her understand that the sins of fathers will not be extended to their children. She is still innocent.

At dawn, she left the cave.

When she returned to school, she realized that yesterday's events had come to light. The ten dollars had been deliberately placed on her desk, but the mischievous student hadn't expected things to come to this point. Later, he admitted his mistake to the teacher himself. He hoped to get her forgiveness.

She believed the old man's words, to be kind to others is to be kind to herself.

From that time on, she often went to that cave to visit the old man. Slowly, she became familiar with the old man. The old man seems to have a lot of secrets, and his face is always full of gloom every time they meet. Until one day, when she came to the cave again, the old man was already sick and dying. She cried and wanted to go out to find a doctor for him, but the old man refused.

The old man died.

He left a box. The old man told her that inside the box was a mask and that she should not wear it anyway.

It was a mask carved from camphor wood. The face is hideous and terrifying, as if he is a ghost who does not look at it.

For some reason, when she saw the mask for the first time, her heart was filled with shock and fear. The mask seemed to have a lifelike aura that was irresistible. When her hand touched the mask, she could even clearly feel a cold aura rushing into her body and then spreading to the rest of her body.

Later, she was admitted to university. The box had always been treasured by her side, though she didn't know what kind of mask it was. However, the old man's advice, she always remembered in her heart.

In my sophomore year, I happened to take a history class. She listened to the teacher talk about the mask worn by King Lanling. The teacher's explanation and the description in the book reminded her of the mask that the old man had given her.

At this time, she already had a certain amount of perceptual knowledge, and she even boldly made an inference about whether the old man would be a tomb robber, so she hid in the mountains behind the school. In that case, the mask in the box he gave himself should be the mask worn by King Lanling. Curiosity led her to pull out the mask again at night.

In the faint moonlight, the mask seemed to carry uncontrollable magic. Slowly, she involuntarily put it on.

The moment she put on the mask, she suddenly had a feeling that she had never felt before. It seems to be excited, and it seems to be excited. She felt as if all the people had surrendered to her feet. It was a glorious sense of accomplishment, a sense of pride that could not be expressed in words.

That night, she went to bed early. She had a long dream. In her dream, she saw herself dressed in splendid clothes, standing above ten thousand people. Everyone knelt on the ground and chanted in unison.

Later, she saw an old man in a black robe walk up to her. He muttered some inaudible words before handing her a sharp knife. The sharp knife seemed to carry an uncontrollable magic, driving her step by step towards the stage.

The sharp knife pierced a man's heart, and blood poured out like a fountain. She was a little scared, but there was an inexplicable joy in her heart.

At dawn, she was awakened by a nightmare. She saw that she was holding a cold sharp knife in her left hand, the blade glowing white, which was terrifying.

At this time, the sound of a girl screaming came from next door.

She hurriedly threw away the knife in her hand and ran over. Through the chaos of the crowd. She saw a girl next door kneeling on the bed, blood staining her heart. The whole sheet, a dark red.

At this time, she remembered the dream she had last night. The moment the sharp knife plunged into his body, blood spurted everywhere. The old man's words rang in her ears again, "This mask must not be worn." ”

Anxious and afraid, she ran back to her dormitory in a panic. After thinking about it for a long time, she put the mask back away.

The girl's death was bizarre, but she didn't leave any clues. In the end, I had to give it up.

However, when she remembered the bizarre nightmare of that night, she always felt that she had harmed the girl. She had been pressing on that thing in her heart. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the girl kneeling beside him covered in blood.

This secret was hidden by her for three years, and it has been pierced in her heart like a thorn.

It wasn't until the year she graduated from college that she decided to tell the secret in her heart. To be on the safe side, she posted the whole story on her blog. She wants those unhappy pasts to become memories along with graduation.

However, what she didn't expect was that. One day, she was found by a man named "The Prophet". And told her something she never knew.

That mask originally belonged to a place called Yuling Blessed Land. It is the only object that King Lanling left to his lover. Forty years ago, due to an archaeological accident, the blessed land of Yuling was desecrated, and the mask was taken out.

That mask was a cursed mask. Anyone who wears it will be killed by a curse.

Hearing this, she immediately panicked, and lost her opinion for a while. She hurriedly asked the "prophet" what she should do. However, what she didn't expect was that she fell into a trap that was more terrible than a curse.

She regretted it when she gave the mask out according to the Prophet's wishes. She remembered the old man's trust before he died, and she felt like she was stuck in a quagmire from which she could not escape.

Sure enough, the "Prophet" used the cursed mask to create a bizarre and bizarre "Grim Reaper" murder. She wanted to denounce it, but she didn't have the courage to take that step. The whole thing started with her, and she couldn't imagine what she would do when she was taken away by the police.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, as if it was about to swallow the whole world.

Bang! Bang! There was a knock on the door, and she looked up.

After a few moments, she walked over and opened the door. A man walked in, and under the black poncho was a pale and dull face, which she knew was a mask. Every time they meet, the man always wears a mask.

"Now, I want you to do one last thing." The man's voice was low, like the sound of rain in the night.

"I'm not going to do anything for you again." She shook her head stubbornly.

"You will. What if I told you that when you were done with this, I would have pulled away from all plans and left Southtown? The man said confidently.

She was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Cancel all plans and leave the South City. Then all sins will also be gone.

There was a thunderclap in the sky. A bright flash of lightning swept across the night sky, and a brief flash of light reflected what the man had in his hand, a hideous mask glowing with a cold glow like death.

Heavy rain is pouring down and is about to flood the whole world.