Everyone in the world thinks that evil things must like to hide in the dark and do bad things, but what I didn't expect was that when the elevator door slowly opened and the scene on the 14th floor appeared in front of me, I actually had a very beautiful emotion from the bottom of my heart.

Golden sunlight poured down from the glass overhead, and the entire passage shimmered with golden light.

On the wall directly opposite me, there are many portraits, although these paintings are very delicately framed, and they look very high-end against the golden wall, but each painting is only painted with ordinary ink paint, and it looks clumsy, and the color is unevenly painted, like an art exhibition of elementary school students, which is completely not up to the level of being able to hold an art exhibition.

I was a little stunned, because I didn't expect this to be the scene on the 14th floor, and everything in front of me was so different from what I imagined it to be.

Unconsciously raising my feet, I slowly walked towards the road under my feet, and looked down the portraits one by one, feeling like I was watching an art exhibition.

Although these drawings are very clumsy, I can see what they are trying to convey when I look at them carefully.

It is a tranquil village, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with picturesque scenery, and the villagers work at sunrise and rest at sunset, like a paradise. However, the clothes of the villagers are a little strange, it must have been a long time ago, but the painting skills are so poor that I can't tell which era of clothing it is.

I then looked down, at the beginning of a very peaceful life, suddenly one day, a little girl was born in the village, when she was born, the sunset was like crying blood, illuminating the whole world like a layer of red gauze, red dazzling, red frightening.

At the same time, countless hungry wolves appeared in the mountains, and the head wolf led by the head wolf was covered with hair like snow, and it was loosely draped, as if he was wearing a snow-white robe, which was particularly dazzling. I saw its forefeet standing on top of a boulder, looking up to the sky and roaring, countless wild wolves rushed in, instantly filling the mountains and fields, dense and terrifying.

The painting in the back began to become bloody, the wolves rushed into the village, wantonly killing, the villagers resisted stubbornly, and the blood everywhere was more gorgeous than the morning glow.

I couldn't help but tremble a little as I watched the tragic scene in four successive paintings, men, women, and children being pounced on by the ferocious wolf.

I originally thought that this village had experienced such a catastrophe, and it was bound to be wiped out, and it was miserable, but I didn't expect the result to be very surprising, just when all the men in the village raised their weapons and fought fiercely with the wolves, countless villagers were bitten in half by the wolves, and the flesh and blood were thrown everywhere, and the blood also stained the land in the village, but I heard the newborn baby crying in the sky, and the morning glow in the sky suddenly receded like a tide, rolling dark clouds surging in, between lightning and thunder, red rainstorm fell from the sky, The wolf who was standing on the slope of the mountain shuddered, and after a long howl, the wolves scattered like birds and beasts, fled from the mountains and forests, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

I couldn't help but wonder what these paintings were trying to convey. Is it to highlight the catastrophe in that village or to highlight the child?

Curiosity sparked, and I continued to walk towards the front, but the painting in the back was unexpected.

Originally, because of the child's cry, a disaster was saved for the villagers, but instead of gratitude, the villagers tied the infant baby to the cross, surrounded her with a pile of dry firewood, and tried to burn her to death.

Judging from the excited faces and open mouths of the villagers, they all called the child a "monster", and it was no wonder that they planned to burn her in fire and completely wipe her out of the world.

I stopped in front of the last painting and looked at the picture of a baby about to be burned, and I couldn't tell what it was like.

The ancients were ignorant, believing that there must be demons in their natural visions, and this baby was indeed pitiful. Perhaps the dark clouds at that time, the lightning and thunder were just changes in nature, and they had nothing to do with her, but it was really unfair to her to be misunderstood by the villagers as a monster and burned to death.

"Is it pretty?" Behind me, a woman's voice suddenly came, startling me, and I quickly turned around, and saw Han Youyou appearing out of nowhere, standing more than ten meters behind me, looking at me quietly.

She was rarely dressed today, her long black coat hung down to her knees, her hair was dyed a short straight burgundy hair, and her eyes were like grooves, locking on my figure.

But for some reason, her complexion was a little pale today, she looked like she was seriously ill, and her lips had lost their due rosiness, and they were also a little pale.

I hurriedly clenched the spirit spear in my hand, but a piece of sweat immediately welled up in my palm.

"You...... Where did you come from? As soon as this sentence came out, I regretted it unspeakably, because the question really didn't have any technical content, which can be called "nonsense", but I still couldn't suppress the tension in my heart, and my body had already collapsed like an arrow.

Instead of answering me, she walked slowly forward, her eyes turning to the paintings on the wall, as if asking me, and muttering, "What's wrong with this child, you say?" She had just come into the world, so why should she suffer such a result? She saved those villagers, but they wanted revenge and burned her to death as a monster, did those people think that she was just a baby, just born. ”

I felt her emotions gradually become excited, remembering her past actions, I couldn't help but slowly retreat, a pair of eyes fixed on her figure, lest she suddenly make a move, and I couldn't guard against it.

However, instead of making a move on me, she stopped and asked me, "What would you do if you were that child?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, making sure that her mood today was a little abnormal, and it seemed that she didn't really want to attack me, so I pondered for a moment before answering, "Although those villagers are a little ignorant, they are inherently good, and they are not really evil. ”

"Isn't it true that a wicked person can decide the life and death of a baby at will?" She asked, her voice becoming colder and colder.

"They don't know that the vision of that day is just a change in nature, and those who don't know are not guilty, maybe ......,"

I tried my best to explain to those villagers, but she interrupted me a little excitedly, her eyes became colder and colder, "Those are not natural phenomena, she is indeed not an ordinary person, she is the darling of God, she was born to be the savior of this world, but those stupid people not only don't understand, but also try to destroy her, so their end is to be wiped out, this is all their own fault!" ”

"What's in the dust?" I asked a little puzzled, and even forgot my fear for a while.

"They died, and instead of burning the child, the fires burned themselves, do you think it's ridiculous? Hehe......," she suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, laughing hysterically, like a psycho.

I looked at her in a daze for a long time before asking, "You mean that the scenes in these paintings are real?" ”

"Of course, why not?" She looked back at me with a look of contempt and disdain in her eyes.

"How do you know?" Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind, but I thought it was unlikely.

But Han Youyou answered me almost without hesitation, "Because that kid ...... That's me! ”