Kneeling is a very humiliating act.

Kneeling as a human being is an expression of submission as an animal with its feet in the air. In the state of kneeling, people have no ability to fight back, and at this time, your life is handed over to the person who makes you kneel.

This action is a gesture of obedience to the strong inherited from the primitive instincts of animals. In later generations, this gesture was extended to other realms and became an act of highest propriety.

Kneeling is a rather tiring action, and the structure of the human knee has not evolved specifically for kneeling.

Belo knelt in the small temple for a long time, and the old priest was indifferent.

When the setting sun shone into the courtyard of the temple, the deaf old servant came to Bello's side, patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the door, and signaled that he must leave, and that he was going to lock it.

No result!

Ignored!

Bello stood up in a daze. For more than three hours, his legs were numb, and Bello stumbled when he got up and almost fell.

Looking at the temple that was getting deeper and deeper in the setting sun, Belo dragged his numb legs and moved outside the temple. The deaf and dumb old servant watched as Bello's figure moved out of the temple. Reflexively returned to the temple, and saw that the candles had been lit in the temple, and the old priest was still lying on the chair as if he was waiting for death.

The deaf and dumb old servant walked up to the old priest, pointed to the priest, and then to the door.

"Alas, it's not that he can't be saved!" the old god sighed, "this boy has no fear of God. You can see from the look in his eyes that he is full of distrust of God. He has to boil it for a while, just like boiling an eagle, and he can't do it until it's hot! When it's time to boil, he can be used by the temple, and he will be grateful. ”

The deaf and dumb old servant couldn't hear the old god's chatter at all, and the old god's waiter talked for a long time, but he felt bored, so he stopped talking, and the room was silent for a while.

Bello had made his way home from the temple, and he was a little desperate, his home was gray, cold, and there was no heat.

I didn't eat at noon, and I was so hungry that I got some dry and cold black bread, and combined with the cold fish soup that I had put for a day, to fill my stomach. He didn't care if the fish soup would heat up his body now. Some broken jars are broken and desperate.

Bello lay down on the bed, his head full of numb thoughts.

There are still eight days to live, and looking down at the pattern on his heart, Belo can clearly feel that he will be finished in more than eight days.

In eight days, in an unfamiliar environment, how can you make money quickly? Earn money for a lifetime of normal work?

Bello suddenly felt a little ridiculous. From the beginning of taking over this body, I once thought that I was the protagonist and that the world was destined to record my own glory.

Seeing that his body actually had a deadly curse, Belo never felt that he would be afraid of death. Whether it's two days or ten days, it looks very empty, and I feel like I'm playing a video game, and this life doesn't seem to be worth cherishing at all, and if I die, I'll die, and it's not a big deal.

As the days pass, it seems that this world is a person by itself, without worry, without struggle, living just like this, and dying when dead.

As the shadow of death loomed day by day, Bello suddenly felt scared.

He doesn't want to die!

Eight days, that's the fear that is at hand!

Seeing that a day has passed, there is nothing I can do.

The fleeting nature of the day gave Belo great fear.

What to do?

Bello lay on the bed, staring at the roof in a daze, a little numb, a little scared, and even more uncontrollable panic. He didn't know what he was thinking. Fear and frustration made his nerves tense, his excitement increased, and he couldn't sleep. He opened his eyes and just lay there, not even wanting to turn over. It's like this, until my body reaches the limit, and I can't hold on to it, so I fall asleep.

In his sleep, he once again entered the world of dreams.

Bello laughed miserably, this dream is the culprit who wants to kill himself, staying in this dream, he feels that he is always being reminded: his life is short!

He didn't want to be in such a dream for a moment. I want to get out, but I can't get out. He didn't even know anything about mysteries.

Stay in a daze?

Belo took it in the dream for a while, feeling restless. So he stood up, and only then did he notice that there was another figure in the dream, and this figure was the tower-like man of the Public Security Bureau.

In the dream world, this man is standing in the corner of the room, and half of his body is faintly covered by darkness. The magic of the dream world is that whether it is the addition of people or the fight in the house, this room that seems to be two steps away does not feel crowded at all.

Since there is no way, let's find something to do!Bello took two steps forward to the tower-like man. Sure enough, the figure began to attack Bello.

It's still like a storm,

Bello was distraught and did not have a weapon yet, so he clenched his right hand into a fist and extended his index and middle fingers instead of the sword to use the "Red Moon Swordsmanship". Unexpectedly, just after the fight, a punch came from the opposite side, and Bello's fingers were instantly discounted. The punch was not strong, and it hit him directly in the chest, denting his chest into a large section, breaking the ribs and breaking the sternum into several sections.

Yes!

It's horrible!

Bello almost woke up.

What a strange force!

What he didn't know was that this man, like Otto, belonged to the people who had awakened the "heart machine" of the star destiny. His strength is beyond the reach of ordinary people. In the dream, this shadow would not have deliberately left his hands as he did in the Sheriff's Office, and if he miscalculated, Bello would be seriously injured when he went up.

Fortunately, in the dream world, serious injuries are not a problem at all. Bello withdrew from the attack range, and the serious injuries on his body were already strangely gone.

This punch provoked Bello's ferocity. Anyway, it won't be long before he dies! As soon as he withdrew from the Shadow's attack range, he immediately stepped on it, fighting with the Shadow as if he were dead.

Bello woke up again feeling extremely tired. Anyone who is constantly seriously injured in a dream, constantly near death, will not be too energetic. Bello didn't know how many of these states he had experienced in one night.

Picking up the bucket and going to the canal to fetch a bucket of water, Bello suddenly felt as if his strength had increased a lot. Usually, he gritted his teeth and shook this bucket of water to carry it home. I didn't feel the water in my hand today.

Could it be that this is the credit of the Red Moon Swordsmanship?

After washing, the boy picked up the large wooden stick that he used as a swordsmanship. I exercised in the small courtyard once. This time the heat flow inside the body is more pronounced. He slowly paddled the four or five catties of large wooden stick, and the heat flow in his body continued to surge with the sword style. It's a bit of an addiction. Bello unconsciously practiced the "Red Moon Sword Technique" more than ten times.

The continuous actual combat drills in the dream world made Bello's swordsmanship extremely familiar during the trial period in the real world. He had a feeling of being at his fingertips. The boy even felt his mind feel the heat flow of each movement. He felt that this stick was part of his swordsmanship, an extension of his body. He was even able to feel the changes in the outside world with various parts of the stick. It's a mastery of the power, but also of the body.

It's getting stronger!

But what's the use!

Maybe...... You can also salvage it!

Bello suddenly thought of a way to make money.

He hurriedly ate a piece of brown bread, and then drank the pot of fish soup that he didn't know if it had gone bad. I packed my clothes and strode out of the house.

The boy's target is the Yanel family.

There is a way to get money, which is very dangerous, and Bello has only heard of it, but has not touched it. He believed that Yanel must be very familiar.

Yanel's house, like Bello's, was a small courtyard and a ruined two-room house. Bello stepped forward and looked at the small black wooden door that was one person tall, he raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but found that the door was not locked at all.

Bello knocked on the door and shouted, "Is Yanel at home?" and no one squeaked inside.

Bello knocked and asked in a loud voice, "Is Yanel at home?" and waited for a while, and an impatient voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

Bello pushed the door and walked in, and as soon as he opened the door, a foul smell of stinky feet came to his face, hot and stinky. The outer houses were in a mess like a storm in the crossing, and there was everything. In the middle was a small table with dice thrown on it, surrounded by crooked benches, and some hay and leaves were thrown on the ground.

No one in the outhouse!

Lift the curtain and go inside, the smell is even stronger. There was a large broken bed in the dark room, which took up half the size of the room. The window was small, and against the light, Bello couldn't see how many people were lying on the bed. It was dark, and there seemed to be two or three of them.

Sensing someone enter the house, a head with unkempt hair shook from side to side twice, and he sat up and looked at the figure, it was Yanel.

"It's me!Yanel!" Bello replied, it seemed that the other party slept in clothes, but there was no embarrassment of walking away.

"Oh, Brother Bello!" Don't look at Yanel's sleepy eyes, but he is still very accurate in hearing and distinguishing people. Wiping his eyes, he leaned down to look under the bed, found his shoes, put them on his feet, and got out of bed. The other two unkempt heads had no intention of moving at all. It seems that sleeping until the sun rises is their daily operation.

"I've found a famous teacher to teach me swordsmanship!" Yanel walked into the courtyard and poured water to wash his face while talking to Bello, who had just come out. "I won't be looking for you lately!" In fact, he didn't look for any teacher at all, he just played cards happily, and forgot to go to Bello to read to him for a while. Fortunately, Bello has an excellent memory, and he has firmly remembered the information of the entire booklet of "Red Moon Swordsmanship", which is naturally dispensable.

"I'm looking for you to help me introduce a loan shark to me! I'll use the money!" Bello said his purpose directly. This is a path that can be tried in the mind today.