In the silent meadow, the river next to it flows slowly, countless small fluorescent fireflies fly in the sky, the nocturne of crickets plays, the comets in the night sky have disappeared, only the bright and beautiful starry sky, and the moon hangs high in the sky.

"Ahhh!!h The howl of pain shattered the silence of the surroundings, like the wail of a terrible ghost, and the listener was frightened.

Harry's fingers were deeply embedded in the ground under the grass, and his whole body was like a cracked failed ceramic, with cracks, bursting out of pillars of blood, blood stained the surrounding grass red, his eyes were bloodshot, his dark pupils looked at the starry sky to show his desire to die, and the small tentacles growing out of his lower body were still struggling to fight.

The current Harry is the same Harry he was, and he is suffering from the pain of his body. The sequelae brought by the body, so that Harry, who had just woken up, suddenly tasted what despair was, that kind of pain, which cannot be described in words, the body seemed to be pricked back and forth with a needle, repeating the same movements, piercing and pricking, and the lower body was like being bitten by ants, the pain was unbearable, and Harry was almost about to faint.

The long torture time was finally over, Harry's lower body was finally repaired, the white calves were not wearing pants, the lower half of his body was exposed, Harry was panting, his body was covered with sweat, his black pupils were full of fear, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had seen something terrifying.

After a long while, Harry, who kept shaking his body, half-sat down, looking at the strange river and unfamiliar environment in front of him, and his fear suddenly rose to the limit.

What the hell is going on? I can't remember anything? Am I not in the castle, why am I here? Doubts surfaced in his mind, and Harry couldn't remember how he got here, as if this part of his memory had been erased, and it was a blank slate.

Sometimes the things you can't remember are the most terrifying, and you feel like you're sleepwalking, and you don't know what you've done.

"Are you troubled why you don't have a memory of this aspect?" A voice suddenly came to mind that I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman.

Who?! Harry looked around vigilantly and got up from the ground, but there was nothing around, silent.

"Hehe, who am I? That's a good question, so I'll be kind enough to tell you, I'm a demon who lives in your body. The voice laughed.

Demon?! Hearing this, Harry's eyes couldn't help but enlarge, he had read in fairy tale books, demons are the most evil creatures in this world, they are some monsters that eat people without blinking, and they have long endangered the harmony and stability of the world, it is said that anyone who has something to do with demons will be executed, and people's fear of demons is from ancient times to the present.

"You're a demon? Why is it in my body? Come out of here. Harry's heart was terrified, this evil creature could be in his own body, it was really appalling, no one could accept that there was something strange in his body, let alone the enemy of humanity, the demon.

"Why should I listen to you, although this body is very weak, it is barely up to standard as my container, you should feel lucky, it is your honor to be the body I used to resurrect." The voice said proudly.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, but I'm going to kick you out of my body." Harry didn't understand what he meant, but he said calmly, trying to scare him out.

If she had told Master Festeria about this, she would have a way to solve it, and if Master was so strong, Harry thought.

"Are you sure? I'm a demon, can you have some common sense? If people find out that you have a demon in your body, what will be your first reaction? You're going to be burned, aren't you afraid? An alarmist voice rang out, like a roundworm in Harry's stomach, knowing what he was thinking.

Harry couldn't help but hold his breath, indeed he was telling the truth, the demon was originally the culprit of endangering mankind, although it still exists today, but the impact on mankind is indeed undoubted, those who sign a contract with the demon will be burned alive by people, calling them the servants of the devil, the enemy of all mankind.

"You should understand that human beings are just burning those who are related to demons, I don't know how many innocent people have been killed in this way, even now, it is still in the name of justice, for the slogan of mankind to kill those poor innocent people, it's really sad, by the way, what kind of eyes will everyone you care about the most look at you, whether to leave you, or to kill the disgusting thing that lives in your body with demons." The voice said again.

Harry's thoughts began to waver, if he really said it, what would the result become, he didn't dare to imagine what everyone's expressions would be, when he thought of Ivan, they looked at themselves with disgust and abandoned themselves, that feeling was really painfully suffocating, Harry was afraid of death, but Harry also had his own bottom line, if he really had the possibility of harming everyone, he would definitely die without thinking about it, and it would not cause trouble to everyone.

"Don't worry, I'm not one of those monsters who can only eat people and can't think with my head, I won't kill innocents indiscriminately, on the contrary, I will protect those you value, don't you, don't you want to get the strength to protect everyone? Isn't that exactly what you want? Why refuse, as long as you can protect everyone, you can do anything, that's what you thought at the time, didn't you? The voice echoed in my head.

"No, it's not like that, I, I want a lot of power, but not this kind of power that is against everyone," Harry explained anxiously to the river in front of him.

"Have you forgotten? Who did your mother die for? Who watched your friend's death? What is all this for? If you had great strength at that time, would your mother still die of overwork? Your friends don't die from cannibalism, do you really think it's okay if things pass like this? If one day your most important friend is in danger, but you can't save him, do you have the power to use it? Or obediently watch him die in front of your eyes? There are only two paths in front of you, one is to die immediately, and the other is to accept me, you choose. The voice fell silent.

Countless memory fragments flashed in Harry's mind, Ivan's old smile was displayed, and then the camera turned, and it turned into a dead corpse, Ivan's appearance appeared, and then it also became a corpse, and everyone related to Harry had died in front of Harry in different ways, and finally his mother's smile appeared in front of him, and then before he could reach out his hand, his mother's smile turned into a lifeless tombstone, no!! No!!! Harry clutched his head and shouted frantically, tears streaming down his mind, remorse, unwillingness, sadness taking over his mind.

"Are you willing to accept the devil?" Such a short sentence rings in my head.

"I, I, I do." Harry finally chose his own path, and fell to his knees crying sadly, he hated the weak, powerless self.

"Very well, since you have chosen to accept me, then, I will also provide the power you desire...", the voice faded away.

The images of tormenting him in Harry's mind vanished, and Harry knelt on the ground, panting, tears clearly visible on his face, and his little face was haggard.

"Poof! Poof!! Then Harry heard the sound of his own heartbeat, so close, so fast, as if in his ears, his heart was beating faster and faster, and then a bunch of memories came to his head, like a big explosion, Harry screamed in pain, his hands clutched his head, bright red blood ran down his fingers, and he scratched his scalp.

These memories that had disappeared were replayed in Harry's mind, the battle in the underground palace, the hideous face when he slaughtered those knights, the resurrection after being tortured by the burly knight countless times, and the memory that he was most unwilling to recall.

In the dark room, nothing could be seen, it was dark, and the rancid smell that could make people faint at once permeated this small room, and suddenly a door opened, as if someone had walked in, very tall, the light from the outside shone in, and the black-haired little boy who was tied to a cross in the deepest part of the inside opened his eyes in a daze, but he was a little uncomfortable with the light, his eyes were half-open, and then the door closed again, and the darkness came again.

I couldn't see anything, and there was the wheezing sound of some animal around me, very hurried, far and near, which frightened the little boy, and he wanted to struggle, but he found that his hands and feet were firmly fixed, and along with his neck, he was also imprisoned, and he couldn't really move.

There was a slight pain in the arm, like a needle stuck on it, and then it was pulled out, and then the body became warm.

When the little boy hadn't finished feeling the changes in his body, suddenly his mouth was stuffed into a ball of cloth, full of foul smell, and wet, slippery, Harry accidentally swallowed a small part of the liquid, and the disgusting smell swept through, the bitterness was heartbreaking, and it was mixed with the greasy of something, which was unimaginable, and a strong feeling of vomiting hit instantly, and there was a feeling of discomfort in the stomach, and he wanted to vomit, but his mouth was plugged, and the vomit could only stay in his throat, which made the little boy extremely uncomfortable, and his breathing became unsmooth.

But it wasn't over yet, the little boy felt something sharp on his open palm, a little stinging, the little boy could feel the skin being pierced, and the blood was flowing, "Bang! Something knocked on it, "Hmm! Not!! Then came the little boy's mumping, the little boy's eyes were very wide, his hands and feet tried to struggle, but they were firmly fixed, he couldn't move, his head could only shake, and it looked like he was in some severe pain.

That's right, a very large iron nail was nailed to the palm of the little boy's hand, and the wooden plank behind it was pierced together, and the blood fell on the floor bit by bit, and the fingers on the palm that were pierced were still moving, and the pain was incomparable! It stimulates the little boy's tear ducts, causing tears to appear in the corners of his eyes.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The sound of three thumping down came in turn, each time it was beaten down, it could arouse the little boy's painful sound, and there were three iron nails inserted in the little arm in turn, one wrist, one arm joint, and one on the shoulder arm, the little boy who should have fainted by the intense pain, but for some reason he couldn't faint, but he still felt a little excited, like drinking stimulants or something, and he was energetic, which made the little boy suffer from the pain and his spirit was about to collapse.

Then, not only the arm, but also the little boy's feet were nailed together, again and again, after a pause, and then continued, and the man who pounded the nail seemed to be very good at taking advantage of the pain, without the slightest opportunity for the little boy to rest, so that the little boy could fully experience the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The blood was left along the cross that tied the little boy, and there were a large number of blood stains on the ground, it seemed that there was a lot of blood loss, and it would definitely not have survived if it was a human being, but the little boy who should have lost too much blood and died was still alive, at this time his limbs were neatly filled with iron nails, his head was lowered, his eyes were blank, and he became extremely dim, as if he had been tortured to death, but his chest was still slightly undulating, proving that he was still alive, and the scene was terrible.

It's a pity that this torture is not over, and the iron nails were rudely pulled out by the person who beat them down, splashing some blood, and the little boy's expression moved slightly, and as one after another iron nails were pulled out, the little boy's expression had risen to a hideous and terrifying appearance.

At last he was finished, and the little boy's tense spirit from the pain suddenly relaxed, and he was on the verge of collapse, if it weren't for the voice in his head that was always encouraging him and accompanying him, he might have gone crazy a long time ago, and he was about to lose the pain he could not bear anymore, it was really too painful.

But this pain is not over, it hurts! It hurts!! The body seemed to be constantly torn by something, and the warm body suddenly became hot, so hot that the little boy's body was red, but his wounds pierced by iron nails also slowly healed at this time, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, although they healed, they left an ugly scar.

The little boy looked at the darkness in front of him, and let out a whining sound, and his bloodshot eyes widened wide, as if he was saying something, but no one paid attention to it, as if he was alone in the whole space.

The door opened again, the light shone in again, and the little boy struggled to raise his head and look at the tall, bloated figure and go out.

Maybe the soul in the little boy's body really couldn't stand it anymore, and decided to swap souls with the little boy who was about to collapse, and let himself be in charge of the body.

After a while, the figure came in again, as if holding some tool, closed the door, if someone paid attention to the little boy's eyes at this time, he would definitely find that the original black pupils had turned into jewel-like bright dark green eyes, which looked a little dazzling in the dark, like a glowing gem, of course, this also attracted the attention of the monster, it was stunned for a while, curiously looking at the little boy's eyes, the little boy who had exchanged souls could now see what the monster hidden in the darkness looked like, Feel the discomfort of the body and smell the indescribable stench in the air.

The monster just looked at the little boy curiously for a while, and then continued to do the business that his master had explained, stretched out his little hand and took out a small dark purple centipede from the small bucket he brought in, walked up to the little boy, ignored the little boy's pleading eyes, and put the centipede in front of him into his ear.

Disgusting bugs like white maggots were placed on the little boy's body one by one, and the arm was bitten out of a bloody hole by these bugs, and then drilled into it, and a small piece of swelling that would move appeared on the surface of the body, the little boy's expression was naturally needless to say, the body was crawling with these disgusting bugs, and these bugs were still biting the little boy's flesh and blood, the pain was unimaginable, the facial expression was hideous like a ghost, and sweat was like water all over the forehead and cheeks.

The torture, I don't know how long it lasted, whether it was a day or a week, it didn't matter anymore, the little boy and the soul in the body were busy enduring the physical and mental pain, they had experienced too much pain together, the spirit had reached the critical point of collapse, and if they came a few more times, they would probably go crazy.

The last time the boy woke up was of an old woman in a black robe, who stretched out her palm like a dead branch and slowly pressed it against Harry's face, with a satisfied smile on her face and a look of surprise, but it was quickly hidden by her, and the little boy closed his eyes and lost consciousness.