Psius's face was instantly pale, and just as Howe was about to speak, a shrill sound of "huh" emanated from the protective shell, making him cover his ears and watch the entire space plunge into darkness.

The creepy coldness swept over the world. Howe wanted to move, but the muscles in his body were invisibly bound by something.

"Click, click"

The cold and hard soles came from far and near, and the dark blue eyes of Psius radiated a blue glow in the darkness.

A trace of overflowing ice blue swam faintly at the end of his eyes.

As he approached, the terrifying aura that Howe felt around him began to fade little by little.

The throat that was invisibly contained finally made a trembling and hoarse voice, "Yes, it's dark matter, right?"

His eyes widened in shock, and all kinds of emotions of disbelief and sadness surged across his face, "It's the same as yours"

Psius didn't answer, his five fingers slowly raised in his condensed eyes, and a thicker darkness surged out of his body.

The chilling and terrifying feeling caused Howe to let out a terrible scream. However, the next second the sound stopped abruptly as his body lost control again.

Knowing that dark matter would not do him any harm, the succumbing darkness followed him like a shadow, leading him into horrific memories.

Psius looked at his passive appearance, and a broken laugh came out "gurgling", "How can you not be afraid, the one who has been caught by dark matter"

"To die" In the depths of the darkness, a long-lost human voice was heard.

Psius turned around, and a pair of golden eyes flew towards him like falling stars in the night. The owner of the eyes was shrouded in darkness, but the blood that crawled densely inside revealed endless exhaustion.

Psyus didn't move, letting the afterimage pass through his body.

This is the only remaining memory of dark matter, but those golden eyes alone are enough for him to connect An Yang.

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while, he hated the bright sunshine, the bright smile, and even more disgusted with those who lived in the sun, like Min Haoxuan and Anyang, they lived wantonly and freely, like a dazzling sun, so that the people around him unconsciously approached.

And he is the sludge abandoned in the night, and no one cares about his crying.

Finally, one day, he wanted to stretch out his hand to the light, only to suddenly come back to his senses, it turned out that he belonged to the darkness

System: Host, it's hard to see that Lacetus analyzed your blood and dissected something.

Anyang was lying comfortably on the sofa, hearing its screaming, lazily raising his eyelids, and discovering my true identity

System: One thing missing.

Anyang: That's when the plot is hidden.

The system couldn't help but swallow dry foam, host, aren't you worried

An Yang raised his lips and smiled, let the storm come more violently. It's a pity that Psius will have to endure until his next action. I was going to do something to me, but now it's miserable.

System: But how do I have a bad premonition?

Anyang: Don't worry. Whether it's knowing my true identity or hiding the plot, it's good for me.