At midnight, the tall and dark palace is like a giant beast crouching in the dark waiting for an opportunity to hunt, there is no lighting torch near the temple gate, only not far away like a gray giant snake around the road outside the temple, the small torches in the hands of the patrolling soldiers are projected on the temple wall The dim and treacherous light makes this palace extraordinarily gloomy.

"What's the sound?" the two horsemen stopped, and looked at the half-man-tall heather beside them, and they stayed there for a moment, and then one of them stretched out his sword and swung it over the flowers.

"It's a wild fox. The other soldier grunted, and the two stopped watching and continued their patrol.

A little boy was nervously crouching on the back of the flowers with one hand on his knees, covering his nose and mouth with the other, not daring to breathe, and the sword head that had just swept almost scraped his scalp. Hearing the sound of the patrolman's hooves, the boy cautiously poked his head out to make sure that there was no one around, and then hunched over like a lynx to the base of the temple wall, and then moved rapidly against the wall.

His heart was beating so fast that it almost exploded, trying not to make a sound or kick anything as he moved. After about seven or eight minutes, the little boy felt that he had reached the range, so he crouched down and groped at the base of the wall, but after a few minutes, he still did not seem to find what he was looking for. He was so anxious that he almost cried, and he could only tremble and take the flint and steel out of his pocket, and secretly pray for a success, hoping that the fire would not attract anyone.

"Smack. ”

He did succeed in lighting the fire once, and he quickly saw the mark he had made through the small candle he had lit, a small pile of red rubble. The boy immediately blew out the candle and gently brushed away the rubble to reveal a hollow clasp in the middle, and he stretched out his fingers to pick at the recess, and with great difficulty lifted up a semicircular slate, from which dust and dirt poured down, and then an equally semicircular hole appeared in the ground. For a child of his age, the slab was too big and too heavy.

The little boy went into the hole, lifted the slab and covered it again, and without taking a breath, he immediately crawled forward in the narrow cavern. There was a humming chant in the cave, and the melody was dull and monorhythmic, and it seemed creepy at midnight, but he did not care about it at all, but knew how to crawl forward excitedly. The more he advanced, the clearer the chant became, a terrible song he had never heard before.

Finally, the little boy's head hit the hard brick, and he reached out and fumbled in front of him for a while, this time quickly touching a protruding button-like thing.

He crawled out of the tunnel, the semicircular hole closing automatically at the base of the wall behind him. The little boy stood in a large stone hall, and the terrible chanting was now surrounding the hall, which was not deafening, but he felt that the walls and the floor were trembling with fear from the chanting. He looked around at the torch-lit surroundings and trembled with fear, a terrible place for a child, even for an adult.

The walls were covered with bloodstained iron torture instruments, and on either side stood huge stone statues of hideous faces, single or double, with stacked brown porcelain jars in the middle of each stone statue, and the top row without lids, emitting a porcelain nose and a rancid smell of antiseptics. At the front of the stone hall was a group of men dressed in the same black and red hooded cloaks, and they formed a dense circle, and the song from hell was sung by them.

No one saw him, and the excitement and anticipation of his arrival had now been replaced by fear and trembling, but the little boy involuntarily walked towards the group, realizing that he might see something hideous and evil in the midst of the group, but his feet refused to obey his fear······

In the gap between the black and red robes, there appeared a nightmare that he would never forget.

There were two people on a rectangular stone altar more than one person high, both of whom were familiar to the little boy. A naked woman with chains on her back and thin blood spilling from under her fair back, flowing across the stone altar and to the ground, and another was a half-naked man with horns and a scarlet iron robe. The woman closed her eyes in pain and bit her lip to blood, while the man looked like a demon king of hell with a hideous expression and bloodshot eyes.

The group of chanters from hell intensified the rhythm, fine beads of blood spilling out at an accelerated pace, and the women let out a low wail. The little boy was stunned by this scene, and the woman, who had closed her eyes tightly, seemed to sense something, opened her blurred eyes full of tears, and saw her son, who was not far away, with dull eyes.

The mother and son met each other, and the woman desperately glanced at the little boy and motioned for him to leave. But the child's feet were weak and he couldn't move at all. As the new round of rhythm intensifies, the little boy has gone from sluggishness to anger, and he understands the atrocities that the man is inflicting on his mother!

The man followed the woman's gaze and saw the child who was staring at him with hatred, he stopped his movements and shouted, "Guard!"

The chanter then noticed the little boy who had already come between them, and the guards rushed at the child, and the child's mother began to scream, crying and pleading with the demonic man, and the little boy was shouting angrily, and the soldiers violently threw him to the ground, and then grabbed the child's arm and dragged him away like a bag of cement.

"Let go of my mom! let go of my mom!"

"Please don't hurt my mother, please, please!"

"I'm not going to run away anymore, I'm not going to disobey you again, please don't do this to my mother!"

"You scold me, you beat me, you can hang me up, just please don't hurt my mother again, please!"

"Serres, when I grow up, I'll bury you with my own hands—"