The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, and I finally thought that the workshop had ushered in a new star slave, but I didn't expect it to be the so-called master, and the gap was also too big.

Ju Nan's mind was blank, this is not the script he wants at all, will he fall in the future, will he be respectful in the face of that little girl in the future.

Oh, my God!

Kikuo's flesh let out a silent protest.

Poop!

At that moment, a sharp bell rang out in the street, and a faint circle of ripples could be seen spreading towards the surroundings, and both pedestrians and shopkeepers covered their ears with painful expressions.

"Ahh

"It hurts me."

"That weirdo started again."

Click.

A dark house resembling a European-style castle gradually opened a door, and it looked out of place with the shops on the street, three shops separated from Berger's workshop.

Soon after, an elderly man with a slightly hunched back walked out, his skin wrinkled, his eyes cloudy, and his droopy bags that seemed to be on the verge of falling off at any moment.

Those who were still watching saw the old man as if they had seen a ghost, and quickly slipped away, not daring to stay in place any longer.

"Stay in the workshop."

After hearing the strange bell, Berger ignored the petrified chrysanthemum man, went downstairs directly, saw the slightly panicked Silver Star, and whispered an explanation.

"Eun yes, Brother Berger."

When you meet for the first time, the first impression is very important, and it will affect everything that follows, and when the streets are empty, Berger has been given this huge stage for the time being.

"The old man was smiling at me."

Seeing a person who looks like a ghost in broad daylight, anyone else would not be in a good mood, Berger swallowed his saliva, and only felt a wave of nausea in his stomach.

"He's waving to me."

Suddenly, the look of disgust on Berger's face instantly turned to horror, and he found himself walking towards the other party.

"Young Master, where are you going!" Kikuo, who had been de-petrified, ran out and shouted at the other party.

Berger turned mechanically, smiled worse than crying, and waved his hand tremblingly.

"Stay in the workshop honestly, I'll talk to this old man."

"Okay, young master come back early, it's not safe outside." After listening to the other party's words, Ju Nan was a little relieved, and couldn't help but look at the old man, only to feel that his young master's taste was becoming more and more incomprehensible.

"Grass! Damn chrysanthemum. Berger wanted to cry without tears, and by this time he had reached the door of the house.

The eerie smell of the dark house suffocated Berger, who suddenly missed the stench of 10th Street.

The interior of the house is built in a European style, with a spiral staircase, oil paintings hanging around it, a roaring fire burning in the stove, and a huge chandelier on the roof beams.

In addition, not far behind the old man, there was also a half-human-high tank, which was dark red in color, constantly emitting white smoke, and sometimes spewing dazzling rays.

There was a boiling sound in the vat, and it was puzzling that it was not steamed on the fire.

Berger didn't know when he walked in, and it felt like centuries had passed, and he stiffened his gaze at the old man, who was adding something to the jar.

"Do you want to go in and cook it?" The old man uttered an old, dull voice, and his cloudy eyes stared straight at Berger.

"Neurotic!" Berger quickly labeled the other party, and at the moment he just wanted to get out of this hellish place as soon as possible, but his legs betrayed him without a fight.

"No!"

Burger's face contorted as he walked over to the vat, and he could fully imagine what was going to happen next.

"0.5 energy units, this makes you very distressed, maybe boil it, and your troubles will be solved." The old man said patiently.

"What do you mean?" Hearing this, Berger looked at the other party in shock.

"The choice is yours, if you want to try it, just go in and cook it, if you don't want to, you can leave." The old man shook his head and preached.

"This?" Berger was not surprised to gain control of his body, on the contrary, he felt that he had to redefine the old man.

"What the hell is your purpose?" Reason tells Berger to be cautious, even in the face of temptation.

"Just curious, you intrigued me." The old man replied bluntly.

For a moment, Berger fell into deep thought, and a thought lingered on his mind: "Why don't you go in and cook it?" ”

The old man stopped speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, and his breath gradually disappeared.

The first time he jumped into the vat, Berger regretted it, it was pitch black, he couldn't see any light, and his body was constantly falling.

"Oops! Fooled! Berger was both remorseful and angry, and he realized that this was not a tank at all, but a strange abyss.

"Damn, I'm not reconciled!"

"Not bad, yes, boiled for five minutes."

At this moment, a familiar voice came to his ears, and Berger hurriedly opened his eyes, and was surprised to find that he was standing where he was, and the old man was still there.

"Didn't I get into the vat?"

Berger felt a terrible headache, he was conflicted, he wanted to get out of here quickly, but he wanted to stay here again, maybe he could find an unexpected answer.

"How are you feeling?" The old man asked.

Berger looked at the other party and said hesitantly, "No, not good, I, has my problem been solved?" ”

"You'll have to ask yourself, and now, I'll invite you to watch a movie." The old man slowly turned around, and a huge display appeared not far away.

Berger stared at the screen of the monitor, stood beside the old man, and blurted out the next moment: "This is 10th Street!" ”

"Please be quiet when watching a movie, it's basic courtesy." The old man reminded unhurriedly.

A teenager appeared in the picture, maybe this is the protagonist of the movie, Berger didn't make a sound, and watched patiently.

Shirakawa is a fifteen-year-old boy whose dream is pure, just to have endless food, and this dream is still on the way, but his life is in trouble.

"Where is this, hurry up and let me go!"

It was pitch black all around, and the only light was shining on Bai He's body, and he pounded his head in frustration, but his body was trembling.

For Bai He, this dark space is a dungeon, binding himself, tormenting his soul, and always lingering.

Click, click, click, click.

The creepy sound gradually came, like the crisp sound of broken bones, and like the sound of chewing flesh, which sounded very rhythmic and terrifying.

Bai He instinctively stood up straight, his eyes fell into the distance, and the next moment, another beam of light appeared in his sight, and a slightly familiar back figure was crouching in that beam.

Click, click, click, click.

The shuddering voice came out again, and Bai He could now be sure that the sound was made by the back figure, and his gaze suddenly fell on the other party.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Bai He's eyes were split, and he almost fainted, and in front of that figure, two bloody people were lying.

At this time, Bai He found that he couldn't move, and his heart was already occupied by fear.

"Impossible, Dad! Mother! ”

The expression on Bai He's face had frozen, his pupils had contracted, and he was sad to find that he couldn't even make a sound.

He couldn't be more familiar with the two people lying on the ground, it was his parents, he couldn't accept the scene in front of him, Bai He would rather believe that it was a dream, but why did it seem so real.

Click, click, click, click.

"Stop, you brute!" It's already obvious that the damn guy is gnawing at his own parents, and Shirakawa is so anxious, he hates himself for being so incompetent.

Click.

As the pungent smell of blood came, the back figure turned its head mechanically, and gradually, his neck twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, and his fleshy face looked directly at Bai He.

"Hey, hey!"

He grinned and laughed viciously, sticking out his tongue and licking the flesh off his face.

"Who the hell are you?"

After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Shirakawa was stunned, and he couldn't convince himself to believe it.

"What do you think, you are Baihe, and I am also called Baihe!"

Burst!

After hearing the other party's words, Bai He only felt a heart-piercing pain in his chest, and the blood in his throat surged, he couldn't help but spray scarlet out, and the whole person fell directly backwards to the ground.

Click!

At this time, the screen suddenly went black.

"How's this movie?" The old man asked.

"Is this a horror movie?" The monk of Berger was puzzled and asked casually.

"Ahem, then keep reading." The old man shook his head helplessly, obviously this was not the answer he wanted.

Yikes!

The picture is restored.

"Hey, hey, hey, Baihe, wake up, wake up!"

Bang bang bang.

In a simple tent, a middle-aged man, burly with brown skin, dressed in a shabby samurai costume and a messy mid-length hair covered with various ornaments, sat sideways on the edge of the bed.

Bai He lay quietly on the bed, his expression was painful, his face was sweating, his brow was furrowed, and at this moment the man was gently patting his face.

"Ahem, ahem."

Bai He's body suddenly twitched, and then he raised his heavy eyelids and came to his senses.

What caught his eye was the rugged face of the middle-aged man, Bai He wanted to get up but couldn't lift his strength, and when the other party saw this, he carefully helped him to the head of the bed.

"White River, drink some water slowly."

Seeing that the other party's expression was very wrong, the middle-aged man dragged the water bag off his body and handed it to the other party.

Grunt, grunt, grunt.

"Uncle Nanfeng, Mom and Dad, when they die, they die in front of me, and I can't do anything." Bai He clutched the empty water bag and said in frustration.

"Shirakawa, do you know what you're talking about?" Nan Feng looked surprised, and he asked worriedly.

Bai He glanced up at the other party and nodded: "It's true, Uncle Nanfeng, what I said is true, they really died in front of me." ”

"I'm so close to them, but I can't do anything."

Nan Feng showed a solemn expression, he had to think of what happened the day before yesterday when he took Bai He to dig in the cave, and the other party seemed to have said that he was stabbed into his forehead by some glass shard.

"Listen to Baihe, you don't have parents, is there something wrong here?" Nan Feng reached out and touched his forehead, puzzled.

Having grown up watching Baihe since childhood, Nan Feng knew very well that where did the other party have relatives, could it be because of that injury that affected his memory? He had to make such a guess.

"No, Uncle Nanfeng is really my mom and dad." Bai He shook his head and said stubbornly.

"Let's not argue about this for now, Baihe, let me ask you, do you remember your background and this world?" Nan Feng asked seriously.

Bai He's eyes were full of doubts, he didn't understand why Nanfeng would ask this.