"桀桀~~~" A strange laugh resounded in my head, x

Countless faces swelled in my head, and in the end, they almost burst my head.

An incomparably intense pain permeated my whole body.

In that endless pain, I fell to the ground and passed out. Before I fell unconscious, I seemed to see the funeral flower running towards me, and she was yelling at me. But at that moment, my head was so heavy that I could barely see the outline of her face, so heavy that I couldn't hear her voice.

It was as if I had fallen into darkness and despair...

At that moment, the world seemed to cut me off and plunged me into darkness.

I walked in the boundless darkness, blind, without a goal, not knowing where to go.

I walked and walked and walked and walked and walked for a long, long time, so long that it seemed like a century had passed.

Finally, in the darkness, a light appeared.

That light condensed into a face. That face was so familiar, and so palpable, I couldn't help but reach out and grab it. But with this claw, it turned into a bubble and disappeared...

"Ninth Master, Ninth Master..."I murmured unconsciously, and my eyes continued to walk in the darkness.

Beside me, familiar faces kept appearing.

Ren Xue bent over, arched her body, and smiled back at me.

One of them stretched out her legs, pressed against a table, and stuck her tongue out at me.

And the funeral flowers, bathed in my face... There was even Jingjing, who was naked and called out my name.

But everything seems to be close at hand, but it is far away.

It was within reach, but when I reached out, all I caught was a mess.

As I walked, the picture in front of me began to change.

When darkness turns into despair, converging into a depressing breath that weighs on your chest and makes you breathless, who is in your mind?

When you walk into a place of despair, never able to get out, as if isolated by the world, who do you think of?

Is it the one who is connected to you by blood?

The white light turned into a picture and presented it in front of my eyes.

There, it's a waterhole.

By the waterhole, there was a couple with a baby in their hands.

The baby seemed to be the couple's child, but I found that the couple's eyes were full of resentment as they looked at the child.

What is the reason for a pair of parents to resent their children?

I saw the child's face with a smile as pure as a snow lotus, without the slightest blemish. However, on the forehead of the delicate little face, there was a big black bag. The big bag, exuding black gas, was like a crescent moon, but it did not have the holy brilliance of the moon at all, but had a dark demonic nature.

The couple, carrying the baby in their arms, came to a waterhole and, under my horrified eyes, pressed him into the waterhole with their own hands

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"Wow wow~~~" The baby's head was pressed into the pool, and there was a constant stream of water pouring into the nose and mouth, which wanted to choke him to embarrassment.

I don't know why, but at that moment, I felt the same as the baby. It was as if the man who had been pressed into the pool was me.

A feeling of choking on the water filled my body, and I kept coughing and struggling.

But all this is useless. Under the strong and powerful arms of that couple, all the resistance seemed so weak. So insignificant.

On the forehead, the black bag, more and more black gas, as if to bring the darkness from the Nine Shadows to the world, as if to let the darkness engulf the whole world.

In a daze, I felt as if I heard the couple's conversation.

The female voice cried and said, "Do you have to drown this child?" ”

The male voice replied: "Well, this child, if you keep it, he has a life." We're dead! ”

Female voice: "But... He is our own son after all. ”

Male voice: "No, he's not, he's a demon from a ghost's back... He shouldn't exist in the mortal world!! ”

"Lala~~~" In the sky, the inky clouds pressed down, as if to annihilate the earth in darkness.

The thunder that struck in the east lit up a brilliant light. Just when the baby was about to be completely annihilated by the pool, just when the baby was about to be completely embarrassed, an old man appeared on the side of Tan, and the old man took the dying baby away...

Why is this picture so familiar to me?

Did I ever dream about it? Or was it something I had personally experienced?

I don't know, I don't know... All I know is that it pains me. It hurts my head, it hurts my heart, it hurts all over my body, every cell...

"Ahh It hurts. My head hurts, my whole body hurts... Who will save me, who will save me......" I cried out and begged for help, but now, no one came to save me, I was isolated from the world and abandoned by the mortal world.

The darkness engulfed me again, and when I opened my eyes again, I found that in front of me, there was a picture of a small village on a rainy night.

On that rainy night, the small mountain village, so quiet that only the sound of light rain could be heard, ushered in an even greater storm in a thunder that cut down on the distant sky.

In the fierce storm, all the houses in the small village were turned off. Only the lonely little hut, like a dog's tail grass in the wind and rain, fluttered in the wind, so that everyone who watched it could not help but worry for it, afraid that it would turn into nothingness after a gust of wind.

In the house, a woman's painful wail was constantly heard.

The voice was like a woman in the room, giving birth.

This situation lasted for a long time.

Until the early morning of the next day.

The storm was still as fierce as yesterday, but the little hut was still standing strong.

In the house, a faint and ethereal voice came out.

"It's not good, it's a difficult birth, the child, it seems to have died in the womb..."

"Wife, please, please save their mother and son."

"It's hopeless, the child is completely dead."

“……”

The struggle and noise in the storm, no matter how violent, is just a small wave in the sea, except for a little ripple.

The mother in the house, breathing weaker and weaker... But at this moment, suddenly, in the midst of the rainstorm, a figure appeared.

That figure is a rickety old man.

In the rainstorm, there was no one, but the old man appeared out of thin air. It's as if he's not human in the first place. As if, he did not come from the earth......

Step by step, he walked towards the little hut. The violent storm could not even wet the slightest corner of his clothes. He walked very calmly, and when he looked closely, he found that he was carrying a baby on his back...

The baby, in the midst of the rainstorm, did not cry. Lying quietly on his shoulder. followed the rickety old man into the small hut.

And just as he was about to get in completely, all of a sudden...

That baby...

He... Turned around!!

Oh my God, what kind of face is that??

On his face, on his forehead, there was actually a big bag, a big bag like a crescent moon, exuding black gas, with demonic nature!!

"Giggle~~~"

And at that moment, he actually 'giggled' at me!

That laugh? Is he from hell?

Otherwise, why is he so terrible?

"Huh~~~" In the midst of the demonic laughter, the rickety old man finally carried the baby into the hut on his back.

The picture shifts to the hut.

At this moment, there were three people in the hut. One man, two women, among them, a woman was pale and sweating profusely lying on the **, her lower body was stained with blood. It was clear that she was the woman who had given birth before.

The other woman is the midwife. The other man is undoubtedly the husband of the woman lying on the **.

At this moment, after the rickety old man entered the hut, the three of them seemed to not see him.

He carried the baby on his back and walked calmly and walked until he came to the woman with the head of the ****, and then he stopped.

He put the baby down with his hands behind his back, and gently pushed him into the pregnant woman's belly.

After that, he stepped aside and watched quietly...

"Ah~~~" It didn't take long for the pregnant woman to finally give birth to the baby in her womb.

However, when the baby was born, he did not cry, and there was a crescent-shaped bag on his head. directly scared the woman unconscious......

Even the baby's father was so frightened that his face turned pale and bloodless.

But even so, they still couldn't see the rickety old man standing next to them...

At this time, the rickety old man grinned, pointed to the pregnant woman's belly, and spoke softly, as if he was talking to the pregnant woman, as if he was talking to me again.

He said, "You are my back... ...... on my back"

"Hahahaha... You are my back...... ...... on my back"