248. 047 Memory, Hate

Black, endless night, is dark. Cold and dark, there is never any light.

It turned out to be a dark door!

In the south, a college called Jazz College arose here at some point. It is heard that the founder of the Jazz Academy was a young woman with blond hair, who often appeared with a man in black in various parts of the South, specializing in accepting highly qualified students as disciples of the Academy.

At this time, on the way back to the academy, the blonde woman's footsteps paused slightly, and she looked at the man next to her with a little worry in her eyes, "When did you say she would officially appear, I can feel that she seems to be trapped somewhere, and she is in a very dangerous situation, I have had this feeling before, it was the time when she disappeared in the Ruthless Sea." ”

"It's been so long, there should be news soon, and don't forget, it's not just us looking for it, they're too. No news is the best news. This shows that she was not caught and not discovered by themselves, but it cannot be ruled out that she entered a dangerous place and was trapped, which they all know very well.

"Hmm, I hope."

"The legion of the undead is about to appear out of nowhere, and we'd better go and see it, my gut tells me that it's not an accident...... "It seems that everything is somehow connected.

Under the endless darkness, there is no vision, and even the other four senses will gradually disappear until they become numb, and finally even lose consciousness, and finally the whole person disappears into the endless darkness.

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

It's hydroacoustic, no, it's a timer. Oh, by the way, I'm going to die with my family. After twenty years of forbearance, the time for revenge has finally ...... It's time to put an end to everything that has to do with the family. Then take my hatred and go to hell to atone! This is what you owe me.

There is no light, no fire, and once lit, the fire will be extinguished instantly. Darkness will gradually swallow everything, and memory is the first step.

This is a distant border city, at this time a large number of villagers are fleeing out, the source of the escape is only a four or five-year-old child, but this child has a pair of ice blue eyes that ordinary people do not have, "Look, it's the witch who doesn't even let go of her parents, hurry, run!"

"No, I don't want to die, you, you, don't come here!" Daddy, mother, save me!" "You witch, be careful that I'm not welcome" "Everyone, come on! burn this witch!"

"I... I... I'm just ......" "Han'er, let's go back, brother, I have prepared your favorite food for you" "Brother, why, can't we play with them?"

"This ...... Han'er ...... Han'er will be clear later."

In the midst of the raging fire, who has long been spurned by the world, when faced with the coming of death, who will lend a helping hand. "Ahem...... Save me. Looking up, there was only endless fear and hatred in the eyes of the villagers. "Brother, for... Why? Why are they burning us?!" "Ahem...... Don't be afraid, my brother will protect you with my father and mother. "No!! necessarily... Definitely, it'll be fine!"

"Oh no, the witch is going to be angry!

"Run, can you run?" the cold smile fell into their eyes, which was cruel and bloodthirsty.

The ice, centered on her in an instant, spread around, freezing everything. Only a biting chill remained in the blue pupils.