"You are saying that his destiny is in the past, not in the present. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Why don't I understand?" Dawn asked, confused.

"It is a very special case that the fate of an intelligent being is inextricably linked to his own soul. Therefore, every judgment and action made subjectively will affect the direction of fate. But this kind of thing in front of him, the fate and soul have come to an end, but someone used his remaining obsession to make such a half-dead thing. That is, the living ghosts or half-dead people mentioned in Kyushu mythology, wandering between life and death, living in the gap between the past and the present. ”

"I still don't understand it, but I believe you......" Dawn shouted to the aunt who was about to stop casting spells: "Senior, reverse the wheel of fate, his fate thread is in the past." ”

The fat aunt was stunned for a moment, and the tarot cards that were originally rotating clockwise in her hand immediately ran in reverse. The huge wheel of fortune rotated in reverse, directly rolling the magic flute that had reached the edge of the giant wheel into it. Countless souls bound to fate desperately tore some almost transparent fragments from the Magic Flute's body, and the fragments surged, deducing strange pictures above the wheel of fate, explaining the unknown past of the Magic Flute.

This is the last trace of his obsession, once fate completely brings him back to the past where he belongs, then this thing no longer exists. Bai Ze explained.

The earth is cracked and desolate, and a rare famine ravages this remote medieval town. With the fall of the Byzantine dynasty, the bridgehead of the Western world in the East fell completely. A crusade to build the kingdom of Christmas, which had been shrouded in darkness for centuries, swept through the nations of Western Europe. The lord of the town, a fanatical Catholic, frantically looted all available supplies to help him exchange gold from the shrewd Jews for his journey east. As for the wailing of the people, they are deaf to them. Perhaps, in the eyes of this wise and martial lord, it can be regarded as the glory that the Lord has bestowed on these mud legs to contribute a share of wealth to God's great crusade.

As a result, under the combined effect of natural disasters and man-made disasters, as the human tragedies continue to be staged, the whole town gradually becomes a dead city.

A scrawny child in tattered cloth walks in the wilderness of the town, he doesn't know where he is going, he just wants to find food that will keep him alive, but the wilderness is so vast that not a single weed can be seen, and the child finally collapses on the dry riverbed, no longer alive.

A mouse with a small bag on his back appeared next to the child, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes, the mouse shook his head and put his paws on the child's body, and a soul that had become a little twisted from the pain of hunger floated out of the child's body, but struggled extremely hard. The mouse was stunned for a moment, then stretched out its paw and slashed over the child's soul, and a small piece of black was severed and re-submerged into the child's body. The rat was about to continue its movements, but it seemed to have noticed something, and its gaze was projected through the wheel of fortune......

With a scream, the fat aunt spewed out a mouthful of bloody arrows, and the tarot cards suspended in front of her were directly twisted into a ball of confetti by a strange force. She looked at the wheel of fortune that was gradually collapsing with an incredulous expression, and an embarrassed figure full of evil aura fell out: "What is that?"

"The power of the gods, how is it possible?An ancient god who has never been dormant?" Bai Ze's reaction was even more exaggerated than that of his aunt. "Boy, do you know this god?"

Dawn was trying to search for the mouse related to the child, and the ancient god in Western Europe, a very surprised thought suddenly popped up: "I know what this is, and I understand what happened, really?"

Chenxi looked at the magic flute that was kneeling on the floor and twitching, and couldn't help but sigh: "That god is also called the tooth fairy, and the image of the tooth fairy is different in each country, but in Western Europe, it is the image of a mouse. Whenever the child starts to change his teeth, he will come and collect the child's first tooth, because this tooth stores the child's most innocent memory. In return, he fulfills one of the strongest wishes made by the child. However, there have been no rumors of him in the past hundred years. ”

"The first tooth? I see, it turns out that it also draws strength from the soul, no wonder it didn't fall into a deep sleep. Only pick a part of the most innocent memory, it seems that it belongs to a type of god who is friendly with humans!" Bai Ze understood, this is tantamount to snatching food from the mouth of the ancient god, but he is afraid that he is in a worrying situation now.

"I think the Magic Flute was the time to change its first tooth, so he summoned the Tooth Fairy, but his terrible soul memory of hunger was not needed by the Tooth Fairy, so he only took a part of the Magic Flute's goodness. And the wish of the Magic Flute at that time, I think it should be to live!"

Dawn frowned and continued: "So, the Tooth Fairy fulfilled his wish, and with all the painful memories he turned into a demon between life and death, and thus contaminated with a part of the Tooth Fairy's divine power, so he has the power to influence weak creatures. The rats who committed suicide by throwing themselves into the water according to the sound of his flute, and the children who left the house after listening to the sound of his flute, were influenced by his ability. It's just that I don't understand, his life doesn't grow old, so what is he sacrificing the souls of his children for?"

"Because my soul is not complete, only the demons who live in hell and are good at manipulating souls have the ability to complete my soul. The Magic Flute slowly stood up, his eyes blood-red, and there was no trace of grace anymore. "People who know a lot often don't live long, old woman, what does it feel like to be devoured by divine power. Haha, my fate was changed by the gods, although he was not willing at the time, but the agreement he made with the Holy See could not be violated, to take away the child's teeth and fulfill the child's wishes. Haha, poor rat who is cocooning himself......"

"Bang ......" replied to him was the bullet shot by Chenxi with hatred, the fat aunt had fallen to the ground languished at this time, the power of fate is not controllable at will, even if it is a spirit medium, once it is counterattacked, it is considered strong if it can survive, so they can only save themselves.

Ripples appeared in front of the Magic Flute, and a sonic barrier appeared in front of him. The bullet erupted into a brilliant fire on the barrier, and it was clear that even the power of the talisman was completely unable to threaten the barrier.

"Tsk, you said that today's children can't learn to be polite. You can't even finish listening to someone!" the Magic Flute said as he walked. "You know, this flute was the only gift my father left me before he was captured for military service, and since then, the poor but happy life is gone. I saw my friends die one by one, my mother died, and I saw my kind mill uncle turn into a man-eating demon. I cried, I resented, I cursed the world, but I still wanted to live. ”

"Bang...... Bang......" Dawn didn't speak, but kept shooting bullets at the seemingly thin sonic passport, still as if it was doing a futile effort. Glitter helped the fat aunt to the back of the hostel.

"What a disobedient child!" the magic flute snapped its fingers, and Dawn flew out as if it had been hit by an invisible stick, and although a few mouthfuls of blood spat out of its mouth, it looked miserable, but the actual wound had healed in an instant.

"Truth be told, I'd love to give you a treat, but Master Bryce has a preference for twisted souls, so I'll have to spend a little more time talking nonsense with you. Forget it, you won't know who the adults are!"

Dawn said a rare word at this time: "Bryth, ranked 13th among the 72 Pillars of Hell Demon God, the rank is king, commanding 85 Hell Legions, and is good at musical instruments and souls!

The Magic Flute was stunned for a moment, then applauded and laughed, "Tsk, human, you do know a lot. Such souls will sell for a good price in Hell. As for the queen, she pays and I do the work, that's all, not a master. You see, she obviously didn't allow me to make other arrangements, but I can ignore it when I think it's too troublesome, so she can only be regarded as a generous employer!"

"Oh, by the way, speaking of the Queen, I have one more item here that can you off, I almost forgot!" The Magic Flute suddenly remembered something, took out a bulging object from his backpack and threw it at the feet of Dawn, who had just gotten up.

As the package cracked, Goblin Captain Bren's somewhat starkly head swirled on the ground. Dawn felt that her heart was dripping blood, and the short back of the person who was burdened with the fate of the race and was still struggling to survive in pain was vaguely in front of her. At the exit of the tunnel, that helpless answer still lingers in my ears. And now, the other party's stubborn eyes are staring at him like this, and it seems that he still can't let go of his calamitous race.

Dawn tried to hold her head up and close her eyes for Bren. only to find that the moment his fingers touched it, the entire skull turned into powdery particles and slowly weathered.

"Oh, I'm sorry, erudite little gentleman. I'm sorry I forgot that elemental beings return to their roots after they die, and I don't keep them safe!" the magic flute stood for a long time where Dawn had just shot, and looked at Dawn's eyes, which were already a little red, and laughed.

The head had long been weathered, but Dawn saw a green seed on the floor, and immediately put it in the palm of his hand. Bai Ze introduced that this seed will take root in the depths of the soul of elemental life, constantly eating away at elemental energy. But Dawn's flesh and blood body, as long as the left hand does not use spiritual power, will not stimulate such an evil thing.