"Hey, are you okay?" A voice interjected into Jiang Muyin's hearing, he opened his eyes and found that what he was looking at was a sky, he got up and looked around twice, feeling as if he was sitting on the roof of a certain cathedral, and all he could see was a Gothic church spire.

Jiang Muyin also saw the person who called him, a child, who looked to be about seven or eight years old. But Jiang Muyin's first impression when he saw him was not that he saw a child, but that he was a man with a majestic posture. Jiang Muyin shook his head and looked at the child seriously.

He sat on a minaret, his hands on his knees, his eyes looking into the distance. He was wearing an unknown outfit that at first glance looked like a black suit, but on closer inspection, it wasn't.

"Are you awake?" The child turned to look at Jiang Muyin.

"Hmm......" Jiang Muyin nodded.

But the child showed a disappointed look, "It seems that you really won't wake up, are you dead?" ”

The voice is a young child's voice, it sounds soft and glutinous, but the feelings contained in the depths of that sentence are sadness, bitterness, joy, and indifference...... It's really a contradictory feeling.

"Am I dead?" Jiang Muyin recalled that he was facing that demon general before he lost consciousness, and then his condition seemed to have broken out again.

"He's dead, you're still alive." The boy turned around and said the inexplicable words.

"What, who's dead, I'm still alive?" Jiang Muyin was puzzled.

The boy didn't respond to him, just continued to look into the distance, the look in his eyes that shouldn't be something a child could have, it was an indifference that he had seen for countless years. Those who can have such eyes are all hundreds of years old. The old people have tasted all the joys and sorrows of this world, and they don't care much about anything anymore, and the only thing they do is to prepare their coffins, and then give the children the stories of their youth, and then wait for the day when they die suddenly.

"You hate me?" Jiang Muyin sat on the edge of the church, his legs dangling, he lowered his head and looked down, it was the ground paved with white rocks, the designer used the irregular rocks to design a pattern, but Jiang Muyin was a little incomprehensible, he only felt that there was a deep meaning in it.

"You're not qualified enough to hate me," said the boy without looking back, his voice so cold, "the man I hate the most in the world is dead." ”

"What's your name?" Jiang Muyin asked.

The boy sneered twice, as if he was ridiculing Jiang Muyin for not being worthy of knowing his name.

"Hey, you're rude! Didn't your mom teach you how to introduce yourself? ”

"Mom?" The boy was obviously a foreign word to him.

"It's like you have!" The boy said.

Jiang Muyin was confident, "I don't have a mother or a father, but I know how to be polite and know how to introduce myself." ”

The boy was speechless, thinking to himself, do you really know what you are?

"You're not bothered! Where did that come from? The boy snorted in exasperation, he was really the kind of silent man who didn't usually talk much, and most of the time his words were usually used to give orders. To the servants, but also to the world.

Jiang Muyin stopped talking, because he probed his brain to look at the church below, but he turned over and fell. The boy was silent, watching Jiang Muyin rub his ass and shoulders in pain.

"Swap?" The boy lowered his head and looked at Jiang Muyin below.

"Exchange what? By the way, you haven't told me where this is? Jiang Muyin asked.

"It seems that you are not enlightened yet, I gave you a small gift that can solve your current crisis, it is in the church, you go and get it." The boy said.

"Gifts? What gift? "Although Jiang Muyin was not interested in any gifts, he heard the boy's words in the sentence 'your current crisis', what is his current crisis? Attack of the Demon General.

What gift will solve the Demon General? The legendary star-destroying forbidden weapon?

Jiang Muyin was a little cranky, he stood up and patted the soil on his body, and when he turned around, he saw the door of the church, which was embossed with strange patterns, which looked like the magic circles drawn by the mages in fantasy movies, Jiang Muyin felt that these were simply alive, because in his eyes, these patterns seemed to be forbidden, but he felt that there was life in them, powerful life!

The boy looked at Jiang Muyin, and there was also a magic circle in his palm, which was the same as the one on the door.

Jiang Muyin stretched out his hand tremblingly, he could feel the resistance of that life, but there was a voice in his heart telling him that the things on the door did not dare to hurt him.

Eventually, he pushed the door open, as easily as if he had pushed open a wooden fence, and he let out a sigh, "How many years have I retrieved what I lost." ”

That voice was not said by Jiang Muyin, he himself was very surprised why he would say such a thing, that voice was not even his own!

"*****, are you alive or dead? Why did your voice appear? The boy's eyes lost focus at this moment, and at the same time, the pattern on his palm gradually dissipated, and part of the power returned to his body.

Jiang Muyin walked into the church, and the first thing he encountered was two forks in the road, one leading to light and the other leading to darkness, but he inexplicably knew that he couldn't go on either road, only where the two intersections intersected, which he could use now.

You have light in your heart and can use it

There is no darkness in your heart, but you do what you can

Jiang Muyin understood these two sentences engraved in ancient unknown characters, but he didn't understand what they meant, these two paragraphs floated out of the wall, fused inward respectively, and finally turned into two black and white rings, a silver chain appeared out of thin air, strung the two rings, and then put them on Jiang Muyin's neck.

Jiang Muyin raised his hand and touched the two rings on his neck, feeling like jade, and the jade-like delicacy seeped into his senses.

He exited the church and looked up at the boy who was supposed to sit on the spire, but it was now empty, nothing.

"Oh, you're down." As soon as Jiang Muyin turned his head, he saw the boy, he was standing behind Jiang Muyin, and at this time he realized that this was really a child, and it was only up to his chest, about one meter to one meter one.

The boy looked at Jiang Muyin, and suddenly stretched out his hand, which was a very white little hand, which was even whiter against the black sleeves.

Jiang Muyin didn't understand what he meant, but he couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

The two hands were folded together, the boy looked at Jiang Muyin, and Jiang Muyin looked at the boy.

"From this moment on, our pact is made," said the boy earnestly, "and I will guard you for eternity until the deal in the pact is completed." ”

Eternity? Sure enough, he is still a child, and how can a person like him who does not live to be eighteen years old have any eternity? But Jiang Muyin nodded, he approved this contract, which is quite amazing, during this period of time, his body seemed to not belong to him, and he was always doing things that he hadn't thought about yet.

Indenture? Trade?

Jiang Muyin took one last look at the boy's pupils, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched his face, and the last thing he saw before his consciousness gradually disappeared was the surface of the boy's anger.

It's a pretty good dream.

Jiang Muyin finally thought so.

(End of chapter)