"Thirteen children...... It's not the same as planned. Well, do you have any children who want to go home? ”

An Arab man speaks fluent Mandarin and smiles. To be honest, his smile was anything but pretty, and there was a scar on his face that stretched across his face to his nose, and the flesh from the wound seemed to ooze out when he smiled.

The children trembled, and among the thirteen children were yellows, blacks, and whites. Some of them were natives, and some of them had been taken captive from distant foreign lands. But there is one thing in common, they are all under the age of ten.

Most of these children are mixed-race, culturally educated, and basically speak Chinese.

At the man's words, twelve of the thirteen children raised their hands. They had been locked up here for days, each with only a bottle of water and a little food a day, and they were so hungry that they couldn't even speak.

The children begged, "Please let us go, please." "Where's my mom and dad!?" "Woo......" In an instant, the small room was filled with the cries of children.

…… Only one boy remained silent, sitting at the very back of the crowd, his silhouette faintly visible.

Seeing this, the Arab man brushed the turban from his head, and he took a few steps forward, stretched out his arms and waved away the rest of the children, and violently threw them away and threw them on the ground.

"Don't you want to go home?" He asked the kid with interest.

"I don't have a home." The boy replied coldly.

The boy looked up, and the man saw his eyes.

The gray pupils were dead like a wisp of dust in the darkness.

Overflowing with disappointment that is not appropriate for the boy's age, disappointed to the point of powerless despair.

"My name is Hassan, what's your name?" The Arab man smiled, a faint streak of blood emerging from the scar.

“…… Night. The boy was silent for a moment, and then spoke slowly under the urging of Hassan's eyes.

As the name suggests, from the eyes that meet, Hassan seems to see something extraordinary hidden in the night. He rubbed his chin and laughed as if he remembered something.

The laughter was extremely harsh, as if two sharp pieces of porcelain were constantly rubbing between the throats, which made people's hearts numb.

Hassan smiled and held up a knife, the blade of which seemed to be smeared with black condensation, and the whole body was pitch black. If it weren't for the fact that there were white candles everywhere in the house, no one might have seen the dagger.

"Night, the next game that happens only needs twelve children, here are thirteen, you are the superfluous one." Hassan put the blade of the knife on Yezhu's neck, "There is no need for children who don't want to go home here, what motivation does the children who don't want to go home have to support them to live?" Can I ask you to die for their sake? ”

Hearing this, the boy's depressed eyes swayed slightly.

It wasn't the blade around his neck that shook him, but Hassan's words – "You are the one who is superfluous."

"Why?"

The boy said lightly, his throat twitching, and the sharp dagger tore through the skin just by touching it. Tiny pieces of blood crawled on the knife like a small snake, adding a touch of crimson to the dark black.

"Why does everyone want me to die? Why did my mom want to eat me, why did my dad sell me here for money. Why, why!? ”

In the gray pupils, despair burns, and the male burns. He's growling, he's roaring, he raises his hand and grabs the dagger hard. The palm of the hand was torn, and the pitch-black liquid on the blade seeped into the bone marrow.

Hassan was so shocked by the boy's words and outbursts that he unwittingly snatched the dagger from him.

The boy frantically swung his knife at Hassan, who subconsciously stepped back and pressed his hand on the pistol hidden at his waist.

Even though the boy swung the knife in an extremely crude way, Hassan did not dare to act rashly, and the blade was smeared with a large amount of hallucinogens, and if he was accidentally hit by the boy, it was not impossible for him to go crazy and kill all the children.

Hassan took a breath and paused.

He narrowed his eyes at the boy and counted three seconds in silence.

"One, two, three!"

"Uh-huh?!"

I saw that the boy's movements in front of him were getting smaller and smaller, and after dozens of seconds, he quieted down like a puppet, his eyes were hollow, and he looked like he had lost his soul, and he looked straight ahead.

There was only Hassan in front of him, but there was no reflection of Hassan in his eyes.

The hallucinogens applied to the blade took effect, otherwise it was unknown what would have happened, and Hassan breathed a sigh of relief and tried to take the dagger back. However, as soon as his hand reached out, it stopped, and to his horror something happened.

"Those who want me to die......"

Break free from hallucinogens – or gnash your teeth as you fall into deeper hallucinations. Bloody tears streamed across the boy's cheeks, and a monstrous ghostly curse squeezed out of his teeth.

"I will return a tooth for a tooth, a thousand times over!"

Raising his stiff right hand, the dagger was reversed, and the boy aimed at his left chest and stabbed hard!

—————————— Helset Continent——————————

The nightmare, which is clearly like a real scene, ends as the night light slowly opens its eyes.

The bright sunlight shone through the window, and the eyes flickered, and the night light that was shining in the sunlight hurriedly closed his eyes.

With the passage of time, the consciousness became more and more awake, and the night was able to examine its own state, and it was possible to deeply feel that its five senses system was like a mechanical gear interacting, and the body was like a clock, which was running again.

When he opened his eyes again, the air was filled with light elements, giving him the illusion that he was back in the royal city.

The house was full of the fragrance of lilies, and smelling the fragrance, Ye Yu felt that his spirit was obviously better. After all, the fragrance of lilies can increase the excitement of people's central nervous system, and I don't know if someone deliberately brought lilies indoors.

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, Yeyu was stunned. With azure ceilings, pillars at the corners and a Romanesque princess bed covered with cloth, he was impressed by this dream-style room...... Wait a minute?

"I'm not dead?"

Yeyu was stunned, I'm not dead? Wow, I'm so strong, I'm there.

The last scene in my memory was when I was holding little Anya and was blown away by the blood explosion, and then I had no impression of anything.

Well? Could it be that Greed came back to save me? Or is Lige back?

Just as Yeyu was confused, there was a shallow breathing sound beside him.

He curiously raised his upper body to look around, just such a small movement made him grit his teeth in pain.

The pervasive pain felt all over the body, jumping around with joy. The pain suppressed in the depths of his body mercilessly accuses Yezhu of not cherishing himself and always making himself into tatters.

Exhaling heavily, and after getting used to the pain, Yelu slowly clenched his left hand into a fist, released it, and clenched his fist again.

The left hand is not broken, and there is no problem with the nerve reaction, so let's check the rest slowly...... The most important thing now is ...... Yayu stretched out her left hand towards the place where the breathing sound was coming from, confirming the situation.

There was a warm and soft touch in his hand, and he shrank in fright.

The brain, which was still a little dizzy, was completely awake at the moment, as if it had been hammered hard.

This, what a sense of immediacy --

Pa, Panich?!