The vast space is filled with endless darkness and dead silence. The sky is soaked in ink, the breath of death is solidified as substance, the earth is corrupted and withered, and countless undead souls hover over it as if they were lost, unable to rest in peace.

In the midst of this deathly darkness and silence, you will occasionally hear an ethereal and illusory scream, or a few greedy bone-eating swallows. But when you want to listen closely, the eerie sound disappears, as if everything before it was an illusion of nothingness. Until a pair of hands as dry as branches reach out from the deep, heavy darkness around you and put them on your shoulders.

The Dark Realm is the plague of the sun and the rising sun, the fiery and warm enemy.

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The gray-black earth, a skeleton-like undead ran on it. Unlike the real skeleton, there are still some stenching and disgusting internal organs and carrion in the white chest cavity of the undead.

The carrion and entrails were clinging to the skeleton like leeches. If you get close and look closely, you'll notice that they can still squirm slightly from time to time.

A long tongue with a pointed claw at the end attached to the entrails and spat out of the undead's mouth. The long, hideous tongue was like a venomous snake waiting for an opportunity, waving in the air, looking for any creature that could be hunted, in order to relieve its own insane desire to kill.

This abominable undead has its own name, it is called 'Henry', and it is a 'Demon Soul Corpse', a terrifying, terrifying, and extremely evil undead creature.

Almost all of the demon corpses were perverted murderers or vicious villains. After the death of these evil creatures, the sinful souls were cursed by the resentment of many of the unjust dead they had mutilated in their lifetimes, and eventually came back to life as such undead creatures.

And the Demon Soul Corpse Henry is one of them.

Henry was a healer who lived in a small town called Emsel in the Holy Kingdom of Aratho. Because of Henry's medical skills and the fact that he had saved many dying patients, the inhabitants of the town of Emsel loved him and the lord respected him very much. Even in many surrounding towns, there are many patients who come to him for medical treatment, or nobles who spend a lot of money to invite him to the door.

However, underneath Henry's merciful and skilled medical appearance, there is an extremely perverted killing heart.

Almost all murderers have some unfortunate experience in their childhood, and Henry is no exception. When he was young, his parents often quarreled over minor trivial matters, and even sometimes even moved on each other.

One morning in late autumn, Henry's parents quarreled over a trivial matter, while Henry quietly drank the oatmeal in front of him. He was used to the quarrels of his parents.

Oatmeal porridge is so simple that it can't even be called "porridge". The coarse oats were soaked in cold water until they were half hard and not soft, and a little salt foam was added to them, and that's it.

His carpenter's father, arguing, grabbed his tools and prepared to go out. As long as that door is opened and closed again, separating the two people who are arguing, then everything will be good.

As usual, Henry looked up at the door, hoping it would be opened sooner.

But that morning was destined to be different. His mother suddenly chased after him angrily, cursing a lot of nasty words, and his father had put his hand on the handle of the door, but he had not unscrewed it. This action lasted for a few seconds, and then his father suddenly turned around and struck his mother on the head with a hammer in his hand......

There was a sudden silence in the room.

The man stood in the doorway with a bloody hammer in his hand and looked at the woman lying in a pool of blood. Henry suddenly felt that the oatmeal in his mouth was so cold, so cold that it was so cold that his whole body couldn't help but shiver.

I don't know how long this silence lasted, it seemed like an eternity, and it seemed like a moment. Immediately afterwards, the man, who was as stiff as a statue, suddenly came to life, and he ran to Henry in a trembling voice, and told him not to make a noise, not to go out, and not to tell anyone about it.

Then the man picked up the woman's body on the floor, lowered her to the bedroom across from the kitchen, and began to wipe the floor in the doorway over and over again.

When the man had finished cleaning up, he told Henry several more times, then walked around the room twice, took another deep breath, and walked out of the door with his tools.

The room fell silent again.

Henry sat at the dining table, staring at his parents' bedroom. The woman's body was lying on the bed in the bedroom, with one foot covered in the usual burlap slippers and the other bare.

The slippers were on the floor near the doorway, and Henry was tempted to walk over and pick them up and help the woman put them on. But somehow, he didn't dare to do it.

Henry sat motionless at the table, looking at the cold oatmeal in front of him, until the sun went down and the man came back from outside.

That night, Henry lay in his cot with his favorite bear doll with one eye missing. Henry suddenly noticed that the room was so quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own breathing clearly. The next bedroom never heard the same quarrel as before, but he couldn't sleep, so he could only stare at the ceiling until dawn.

This insomnia lasted for three days, during which Henry did not sleep for even a second. He could feel sleepy, but the silence in the room made him uncomfortable and made him feel a little cold.

He wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, but he couldn't.

During the day, Henry was the only one at home, and the woman with only one slipper was always lying on the bed in her parents' bedroom, and Henry was watching her from the outside of the bedroom, always trying to help her put on the other slipper, but never did.

On the fourth night, a strange sound broke the dead silence. Henry listened intently, and noticed that the strange sound was coming from the parents' bedroom next door.

Henry, who had insomnia, suddenly became a little curious about this bizarre sound. He slowly climbed out of bed, his feet on the cold floor, and then opened the door to his room and walked to the next bedroom.

The bedroom door was ajar, and Henry looked through the very wide crack in the door, and found that the man who usually moved was riding on the woman who couldn't move, squirming softly.

The man was making that strange gesture while gently speaking sweet words to the woman. I don't know how long it lasted, but the man's voice became heavier, and his body movements became more and more violent. At last, he suddenly screamed, and then fell on top of the woman, and fell into a deep sleep.

Henry then returned to his room and lay down on the cot.

That night, he was finally able to sleep, and he slept soundly, and fell into a somewhat inexplicable dream. In the dream, his parents no longer quarreled, but sweetly did the strange actions they had done before, just like the man and the woman......

On the fifth day, the man went out again. Henry, on the other hand, walked slowly to the door, picked up the sackcloth slippers, and turned and went into his parents' bedroom.

It was the first time he had entered this room in so many days. The quiet woman was still lying motionless on the bed, her cotton gray skirt with wavy stripes lifted to her waist, revealing a pair of pale thighs.

Henry climbed into the big bed and put his slippers on the woman's bare foot. It was already cool in late autumn, and Henry was worried that she would catch a cold, so he thought about it and reached out to cover the skirt around the woman's waist.

After doing this, Henry looked at the woman's face. She wore Henry's mother's favorite pink yarkeed hat on her head, and her clothes were a little disheveled, but the expression on her face was very calm.

Henry cautiously leaned over to the woman and lay gently beside her. He tentatively reached out his little hand and touched the woman's breasts (harmony). There was a palpitating coldness in the palm of his hand, but the softness made Henry feel very familiar and reassured......

On the seventh day, there was a sudden knock on the door outside, but Henry did not dare to go and open the door, because the man had told Henry not to open the door to anyone, and not to drink anyone to talk.

On the eighth day, there was a knock on the door at night, and the man went out and said something to the person who knocked on the door outside the house, and there was even an argument between the two sides. Henry didn't like to argue, and that night he lost sleep again.

On the ninth day, the town's guards burst into Henry's house, accompanied by the man and Henry's uncle. When the guards entered, they went directly into Henry's parents' bedroom and found the woman.

Henry's uncle punched the man in the face, knocking him to the ground, and the two were pulled away by the guards. The guards asked the man for something, and the man just nodded silently.

He was then escorted out of the house by the guards, and the woman was carried out. Henry, as for him, was held in his uncle's arms, and after a few words of comfort, he also left the room.

Henry's uncle said something to him, but Henry didn't hear anything. He just leaned on his uncle's shoulder and watched the room grow farther and farther away from his field of vision.

At that time, he suddenly felt that he had lost something. Immediately after, tears filled his eyes, making him cry uncontrollably.

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