Bloodline is a magical thing. It leads to warmth, it weaves tragedy, it flows with wealth and poverty, glory and sin. Sometimes, it's so fragile that it can be broken by a sip of water; Sometimes, it is stronger than iron.

Just a face, Luo Jia was stunned. Despite being smeared with dust, the boy's face still shone with the ingenuity of the Creator. He had only seen such lines beyond human imagination in the mirror.

Blood rushes under the skin. Luo Jia almost thought that they were going to break the barrier and embrace their own kind. He knew the other party felt the same way.

Screams, struggles, and then the sound of heavy flesh falling to the ground. This brief battle—nay, a one-sided slaughter—reminded him of the lynx in the desert, as delicate, clean, and graceful as it was when hunting the weakest prey, and not afraid to use its superior skill, even when hunting the weakest prey.

The pale boy quickly finished his work, straightened up in the shadows, and looked straight at him.

The last fallen worker struggled at his feet, spitting out a single word: "Midnight Ghost ......"

Ticking, beads of blood trickled down the contours of the mandible, and the filthy hair couldn't hide the almost completely black eyeballs—unlike the numbness in the eyes of the living and the dead just now, the boiling emotions in those eyes reminded Luo Jia of the boiling magma beneath the rock formations.

It should be Victor's countenance, only more noble and delicate. In contrast, the Midnight Lord is a slightly flawed model.

Luo Jia furrowed her eyebrows.

How did you get here? If it was an illusion, then why was everything he saw and felt so real, and he could even smell the smoke of gunpowder in the wind and the smell of corpses?

Perhaps he had just stumbled into Victor's memories, and he had heard the warrior intermittently talk about his hometown of the Eternal Night. Luo Jia took a light step and stepped on the solid ground.

Luo Jia's ability to inspect souls is not controlled. If someone's experience is unforgettable enough, the stirring emotions will make him involuntarily taste it, and even browse the clear memory from the first perspective. But this level of indulgence is also the first time he has experienced it. It's like...... It's not that you're snooping on your own secrets, it's that secrets are snooping on you.

Midnight Geist's pupils constricted. He is very tall, more than two meters even with a hunched back, and his skin is pale that has not seen the light for a long time. Blood dripped from his hands. Luo Jia realized that she had misjudged at the beginning.

It wasn't the blade that killed the leader as Luo Jia imagined. Unarmed, the ghost slashed the throat of the leader of the workers with his jagged nails and dealt with the rest of the people.

His pockmarked body swayed under his robes, and the geist was so thin that Roga almost suspected that he was a mummy, and if he peeled off the tattered rags, he would scatter into a pile of bones.

Especially the rag, which was so ragged that Luo Jia didn't want to call it clothes. He had been wrapped in white linen almost since birth, and in the hardest moments he had only glued to his charred flesh. But the geist's coat had gunpowder burns and corrosion, and at most it was a thick layer of greasy.

A foul night breeze blew, and the robe of the wandering soul was hunting, and the hair covered the face. If there is a spirit chasing souls and asking for their lives, this should be what it looks like.

Luo Jia's sensitive nose caught a strange smell, and the source was the other party's body.

"Why kill people?" He asked softly. It's hard for a little protozoa to believe that a blood relative of his own would fall to such a point, maybe the other party has his own reasons.

He spoke Nostramo, the language pronounced in a way that reminded him of a hissing sand snake. This is what Victor taught him.

The geist stared at his face, his brow uncertain. "They are guilty."

"The first few have." Roga said, reflecting on the murders, robberies and assaults she saw in them. "But the last one was only fourteen years old, and he had never done anything like that."

The spirit was silent for a long time, until Luo Jia thought he had said the wrong thing, and then he suddenly opened his mouth as if sleepwalking. "He will...... Billy would. If I let Billy go, he'd run home and hide under the bed. He would come out hungry and kill a mother and her two children for a little rationing, the eldest son at the bedside and the second son by the door... The boy was about to run out, but Billy chased after him and stabbed him in the back with a knife. He didn't stab the first time, panicked, pressed the child on the back and stabbed him four times—"

"Say no more!" Luo Jia interrupted him. He was sure that what the geist said was true, at least what the other party thought it was.

The geist is described in such detail, as if it has been seen with one's own eyes, that it has gone beyond the realm of speculation. Luo Jia made a judgment: either the geist is really crazy, or... He really saw it.

Prophecy. He remembered Lilith's face, Queen Insatiable's curse, and Uraea's fate.

The geist's voice stopped abruptly, as if a nightmare had dissipated into the air. He tilted his head slightly, staring intently at Luo Jia.

It took several seconds before Luo Jia spoke: "What if you give him bread?" ”

"I don't have bread." The geist is not in a hurry or impatient.

“… There will be in the foreman's house. Luo Jia said in a deep voice.

"But that's not mine." The geist replied.

"It can be yours."

"But that's not mine." The geist stepped on the young worker's face, making the other's throat rattle with a slight force, and his eyes burst into the sky. "If he could eat enough today, Billy would think, grateful for the giants he had seen. He would lead the people under the name of the Midnight Geist against the Overseers and the nobility. ”

"Isn't that good?" Luo Jia realized that she couldn't understand the geist. This is not due to a difference in knowledge, what he sees is no poorer than his own, or even far more than himself. The geyers have a similar talent to themselves, and they can see what lies beneath the surface. But unlike the desire to observe, he was able to see where the future was headed.

It is consciousness that binds the other side—the mind of the geist seems to be clamped down by heavy shackles, all the way to the most pessimistic and dark outcome.

He was thinking about it when he saw the geist shake his head and continue to slowly crush the young worker who was still gasping for breath. He lowered his head and looked at his bleeding hands.

"But that's not my fate."

Luo Jia was stunned, and after a long time, he reacted, and a nameless fire rose in his heart. For some reason, watching the geist being fooled made him feel a sense of shame that he had been humiliated. The other party shouldn't be like this, a voice said faintly in the bottom of his heart. But what to do with the Midnight Geist, he couldn't say it himself.

"You're going to use this to prevaricate me?" He raised his voice. "Which witch villain told you such nonsense? Let me go over and shove that guy's head into his intestines so that he can see his own life with gut divination! ”

"It's meant to be." The geist said unhurriedly, with an annoying calm. "The darkest fate will happen, and people's visions will always backfire."

He tilted his head and even smiled at Roga. "Isn't it true that the sickness in my mind, the hope that poisoned my spirit, has now turned into a phantom in human form to convince me?"