When the demonic breath from purgatory gradually devoured the will of Mu Tianyu's brain, the invading dark power burned his internal organs, and the nerves in his brain rolled like crazy, and the connected memory fragments were messy, like glass pierced by a warhead, and it was difficult to heal. However, this endless torture also made him enter the years of being sealed in the dust.

[The only memory I have is after I was six years old, and I have forgotten everything before.

I was six years old when they found me at the Hope orphanage, and before that, I had a very vague idea of the word "family." I undoubtedly heard other children living in the building talk about it, it was Aunt Jiang who found me in a remote place while traveling, and brought me back, when I was a newborn baby, Jiang Shuli, we also called her Dean.

Ever since I could understand the meaning of some of the words, it became clear that I was isolated by those friends, and that I was treated like a veritable freak because of my tattoos, which have accompanied me from the moment I was born. I don't know if it's a birthmark or not, and even when I'm older, I don't know what to do about it. In the first few years, except for staring at the sky in a daze every day or hiding in a dark corner, I would eat in the dean's room, and they always made excuses that I ate better, so my skin would be whiter, but I believed it.

Until I was six years old, I vaguely remember one noon in early summer, I was bathing in the warm sun outside the backyard pavilion, and there was a girl with me, but I forgot her name, she looked cute, and always liked to stick to me. That's why I was beaten up by those guys, but I never cried, even if my nose was blue and my face was swollen, maybe I didn't understand what fear was at the time.

After that, I was called to the dean's room, at first I thought it was because of the fight, so I have been sitting on the sofa staring at the pendulum on the wall in a daze, the afterglow outside the window reflected the glow rushing in, I looked through the curtain, the light and shadow condensed and dissipated in my eyes, I was nostalgic for the original peace, and I enjoyed it very much, until I was awakened from the "dream" by the sound of pushing the door.

The dean was still smiling at me as before, but that time, I saw the helpless bitterness on her face, and the tears in her eyes could not be concealed before they overflowed and splashed on her long gray dress. Then, I saw the next two people, a man and a woman, amiable. They were full of joy and emotion, and their hands shaking in support of each other. Later, I finally realized that someone was willing to adopt me, but at that time, I didn't know that I was going to leave this familiar and dependent place, and even if I had a bad time, I wanted to stay.

"Everybody will leave, it's just a matter of time, maybe tomorrow, maybe in the blink of an eye, when you're older, if you want, come back and see, we've always been here." These were my parting words to her, and that night I held back my tears, which did not slide down my cheeks, but flowed into my heart. The little girl who accompanied me was held in her arms, and even though she cried and begged me not to leave, her fate, like the stars in the sky, was a foregone conclusion.

As the moon fell, I got into my adoptive parents' car, and the only thing I had of the world was the scene I saw outside the car window, and the laughter was withdrawn from my little universe. The heavy, tall iron bar, open and closed for me, I had never stepped out of the orphanage, and now I saw the castle shining in the bright moonlight, so brilliant that I almost forgot that I had grown up here for the past six years.

When the moon was in the sky, the shade of the trees outside the car window shook the darkness in front of my eyes, and the kind woman sat beside me, staring at me with a smile, afraid that I would be frozen by the cold weather of the night breeze, and draped me in a pale red blanket. When I was half asleep and half awake, she took me into her arms, and this indescribable warmth may be the feeling of home.

Day after day, year after year, nostalgia was finally buried in my heart in the years, and after about half a year, I integrated into a happy family. In addition to the beautiful mountains and rivers, I am accompanied by adoptive parents who love me. It was a paradise, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and since then, I haven't heard the constant sound of cars or seen the hustle and bustle of people.

I often hear the little eagle finches singing in the mountains, and sometimes I catch a glimpse of them, passing through the gaps in the dense branches, spreading their wings, and taking away several leaves, like snowflakes in winter, until they drift on the tranquil surface of the lake, and the fat fish at the bottom of the water will poke their heads out to enjoy the joy of the north wind. Until the winter falls, these images are gone, thousands of mountains and rivers are sealed under the ice and snow, and the former vitality has gradually fallen into a deep sleep.

When I sat on the dock by the lake and admired the wonderful scene of nature, my fate also changed, and I have been here for more than half a year, from early summer to cold winter. At noon that day, I sat in a rocking chair, close to the dock, the warm sun still reflecting my sparse laziness, but soon I came out of my comfortable mood. I noticed a dark shadow drifting by at the bottom of the lake, not too fast, and then I got up and approached the edge of the pier, and I saw it with my own eyes, and the dark thing did not belong to any reflection outside the lake. It just appeared in the deep lake, and I swear, it could not have been a huge school of fish, which was several times bigger than a house.

I was restless for the next few days, and the confusion made me feel uneasy, and I guess it should be called fear, because I was afraid, and my body was shaking in the mirror, and the tears in my eyes were rolling. But fortunately, I didn't encounter this strange scene again, and the pent-up fear was finally buried in the depths of my heart. It wasn't until the early spring of the following year that I had completely forgotten about it, it was a gloomy day, and I saw it again, and it made me sweat profusely and uneasy.

My adoptive mother noticed that something was wrong, and after asking her repeatedly, I told her about the strange thing, and even though I had seen it several times, she only explained that I might be too tired and hallucinating. But that didn't reassure me, and I never dared to set foot on the dock by the lake again, and I no longer took the boat to the side. Last year, I tried to play in the lake with my adoptive parents, but the following year, I still haven't been in the water.

My adoptive mother probably understood my concerns, so she hugged me to a rocking chair by the pier and paddled a wooden boat into the gloomy lake. "Wow, look, how cheerful the boat is drifting in the lake." She propped up the boat, swaying on the surface of the lake, smiling happily at me. "The lake says there's nothing here, look, a fish has slipped under my feet." It was like a play, dancing on a wooden boat, splashing across the lake with a colorful halo of light. "Oh, here we go again, these guys are frolicking at the bottom of the lake." She smiled so happily, she was so happy.

I was infected by this happy image, and showed a smile that I had not seen in a long time, and inadvertently, I jumped out of the rocking chair and walked to the edge of the pier, staring at her happy and sweet smile.

However, the beautiful picture was short-lived, and fate could not escape the tricks of doom, and in an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the terrifying vision of the storm I had only seen on the screen before, and a sense of panic and anxiety descended, and I could hardly breathe. (To be continued.) )