Originated from mountains and seas, life never ends

Mo Hanyu didn't know how long it had been after he lost consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, he found that his surroundings were extremely unfamiliar.

This feeling is very similar to the feeling when I had contact with Mo Ze before.

Is it an illusion?

Mo Hanyu was a little confused. Thinking back to what he had done before, he suddenly had a bold guess in his mind -

Could this be Qin Xiao’s childhood memory?

Mo Hanyu looked around and found himself in a dilapidated house.

Although the house was old, it had a lot of space. There were sparse spider webs hanging on the walls, and the spiders were nowhere to be found. There was only one narrow window in the house, and the dim sunlight seemed unable to shine into the house, giving people a gloomy feeling.

The window was hung on the top of the wall, and underneath it was an iron cage. The cage was square, with only three finger-thick gaps between the wrist-thick iron pillars. There was an iron buckle at each of the four corners of the bottom of the cage for fixing it, and a thick iron chain was wrapped around the top.

Because I was right under the window, I couldn't see what was in the cage clearly, only darkness.

On the other side of the window, there was a rectangular wooden table with many bottles and jars on it. When Mo Hanyu got closer, he found that there were all kinds of poisonous snakes and all kinds of strange insects kept inside.

Mo Hanyu looked at the colorful liquids in the jars and the various insects wriggling in some dry pottery jars, and frowned uncomfortably.

Mo Hanyu wanted to pick one up to have a look, but found that his hands were translucent - not only his hands, his whole body was translucent and he could not touch any object.

So...it should be memory, right?

Mo Hanyu tried to pass through the wall to look outside, and as expected, he found that he could not get out.

So this is memory, right?

Mo Hanyu looked around but found no trace of anyone.

Just as I was wondering, I heard a sudden sound of metal collision in the iron cage.

Mo Hanyu's heart was shocked, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He walked slowly to the cage and looked inside tentatively.

He saw that there was no wild animal trapped in the cage as he had guessed, but a person.

Two kids, to be exact.

The two children huddled together, one lying on the other's legs, eyes open, looking straight ahead.

His eyes were dull and lifeless, his gaze pierced through Mo Hanyu's soul, and no expression could be seen on his numb face.

Mo Hanyu stretched out his hand and wanted to touch them, but just like before, his fingers passed through the two children.

These two children were too thin. Mo Hanyu frowned unconsciously. They looked only three or four years old, but their facial features showed that they were obviously over five years old.

A child had no idea what he had been through, his body was covered with scabs, as if he had been cut countless times by a sharp blade. The degrees of the scabs on his body were different, and it was obvious that the wounds were not caused at one time.

Mo Hanyu was surprised to find that it was a girl.

The girl hugged the child lying on her lap. The child's loose hair covered his face, and only one dull eye could be seen.

This is memory.

Memories cannot be modified.

Naturally, there is no way to interfere.

Mo Hanyu clenched his fists and looked at the two children with a complicated expression.

The two children were not wearing any clothes and were trapped in this iron cage naked like two animals. The numbness in their eyes made Mo Hanyu's heart tremble.

Suddenly, the child lying on his lap raised his head and his pupils began to tremble.

Mo Hanyu was stunned, but before he could think about it, footsteps were heard outside the heavy iron door. The footsteps became louder and louder, and then stopped at the door. Then, the door opened.

A woman with disheveled hair and wearing strange robes walked in, pulling off the cloth on her head and putting it aside as she walked.

Mo Hanyu stared at the colorful robe on the woman and felt that she looked like a priestess from a primitive tribe.

The woman turned her head and met Mo Hanyu's gaze. Her eyes were beautiful yet tinged with madness.

Mo Hanyu almost thought she could see him.

The woman pursed her lips and gave a strange smile.

"Have you guys been staying home well?"

The woman was beautiful, with light brown pupils shining seductively, and the smile on her lips made her look a little crazy - perhaps that was the truth.

She was really beautiful, with a face that hinted at madness yet showed a somewhat morbid beauty.

The woman walked past Mo Hanyu, came to the cage, squatted down and looked at the two children, as if she was looking at some rare pets.

The child she was looking at began to tremble, and even though the girl held his hand, he couldn't help but curl up.

Mo Hanyu finally saw emotions from the child, but it was the kind he least wanted to see.

It's fear.

The woman looked at the child with a smile for a moment, then opened the cage and pulled the child out.

It's really cool.

The woman grabbed the child's hair with one hand, pulled him out and threw him to the ground, then closed the cage with her backhand.

It's a boy.

The boy fell heavily to the ground, but he didn't cry out in pain, as if he was used to it. He just bit his lips, as if he dared not make any sound.

"Come on, tell me, is your sister being well behaved?"

The woman squatted down, grabbed the boy's neck and forced him to look up.

Only then did Mo Hanyu see the boy's face clearly.

The boy's face was covered with burnt marks, and no one knew how they were left. Strangely, there seemed to be something under his skin, wriggling in a linear manner.

Mo Hanyu couldn't help but take a few steps back and cover his mouth.

...somewhat disgusting.

The woman did not show any strange expression, but instead looked at the child's face with admiration.

"It's done." The woman chuckled and took out a needle as long as her forearm from somewhere. There was a small iron ring on the other end of the needle.

The woman slowly scratched the child's face with the sharp tip, and then -

Mo Hanyu watched helplessly as the woman inserted the end with the loop into her skin along the scratch mark.

The arc created by the needle made him imagine that she was going to peel off the child's face.

The long needle kept sliding under the child's skin, and blood kept gushing out from the wound. The boy wanted to struggle and scream, but was held down by the woman.

A sharp growl came from the depths of his throat, like a fish on a chopping board waiting for her to slaughter.

"Be good..."

The woman smiled, but her movements became more brutal, even squeezing his throat as if punishing him.

Finally, when he saw the woman really pulling out the long, wriggling black worms from under the boy's skin, Mo Hanyu couldn't help but lean over and retch.

Mo Hanyu gasped heavily, and the gloomy environment began to distort. It was unknown whether it was because the boy's consciousness began to blur, and everything around him also distorted.

"Don't cry."

When everything was blurry, the woman's voice echoed clearly in my ears, and everything around me returned to normal.

No, this is not normal.

Mo Hanyu leaned against the wall. He tried to stop it more than once, but he could only watch his fingers pierce through the crazy woman again and again.

There is nothing he can do.

Mo Hanyu was extremely aware that he could not change anything.

Cannot interfere, cannot change.

The child wanted to scream, tears gathered in his eyes and were about to flow out.

“Don’t cry.” The woman’s voice even had a hint of laughter. “You know I hate people crying the most, right? I was like that at that time, too. I begged your father not to leave, but he still ran away with that woman without looking back. That woman—”

The woman said, with astonishing hatred in her eyes: "You, your sister, and your father, you are all the same, equally ruthless!"

When the woman pulled out the last worm, the boy was already lying motionless on the ground, looking blankly in the direction of Mo Hanyu.

Mo Hanyu covered his face and almost collapsed when he met the child's eyes.

There is nothing he can do.

Everything...

The boy's neck was covered in blood, his eyes were half open, and the tears that had been flashing in his eyes had disappeared without a trace.

In the end, he forced back the tears.

The woman's footsteps sounded again, and Mo Hanyu looked up and saw that she had taken out a spider with mucus from the jar at some point. The spider was covered with strange mucus and was dancing around on the woman's clip, which was creepy.

Mo Hanyu realized something and stood in front of the child to stop her, but he could only watch her pass through his body and gently place the spider on the boy's face.

"I'm pregnant with his child, but he still wants to use a sword against me. Why?!" The woman squatted down, her eyes crazy. "He is so ruthless, so... why? What is the difference between me and that woman? Why can't I leave that woman..."

As the woman spoke, her eyes turned cold again, and she looked at the boy with cold eyes as if he was looking at garbage: "Since he doesn't like you, then you are of no use."

Mo Hanyu ignored her words. There was only the boy in his eyes. He could only watch the wet spider crawl into the boy's mouth.

The child suddenly began to tremble, and finally couldn't help screaming. He fell to the ground and retched violently, eventually vomiting a large amount of black water from his abdomen, covering his stomach in vain.

The boy's seven orifices began to bleed, and smelly black mucus continued to flow out of his eyes, ears, and mouth.

The child vomited so violently that it seemed as if he was going to vomit out his internal organs. His eyes were covered with a layer of mist that mixed with the black liquid, almost dyeing his eye membranes black.

Mo Hanyu finally couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to go out, wanted to escape from this place, but for some reason, no matter what he did, he couldn't escape from this hell-like place.

The miserable screams echoed in his ears. Mo Hanyu couldn't bear it any longer and covered his ears and closed his eyes, but the scenes he had just seen kept appearing in his mind.

The sound pierced through his palm and clearly traveled into the depths of Mo Hanyu's soul.

He is just deceiving himself.

Mo Hanyu realized this, but he didn't have the courage to look the boy directly at him.

After an unknown amount of time, the child's voice disappeared.

Mo Hanyu raised his head tremblingly and met those dark eyes.

The eye mask was stained black, and there was no light in the eyes, staring blankly in the direction of Mo Hanyu.

"I'm sorry..." Mo Hanyu covered his face and sat on the ground, he could only keep apologizing to him, "I... can't do anything."

The spider slowly crawled out of the boy's mouth, but as soon as it crawled out, it was caught by the woman and stuffed into a jar.

Mo Hanyu stared at the woman with numb eyes. He watched her take out the needle, burn it on the fire, cut a long wound on the boy's arm, and then took out a pottery jar and sprinkled some white larvae on the wound.

As soon as the bugs came into contact with the blood, they burrowed into the boy's skin through the wound like crazy and moved under his skin.

Help……

Mo Hanyu covered his eyes, and the feeling of powerlessness reached its peak at this moment.

The woman seemed to see the tears in the child's eyes and said with a smile: "Don't cry, or you will know what will happen."

So the child swallowed his tears with a blank expression.

The woman sealed the long worms she pulled out in a jar, as if they had some use for it.

But Mo Hanyu was not interested in the so-called usefulness.

The woman casually threw the boy into the cage and pulled the girl out.

The girl's face wasn't as scarred as the boy's, but her expression was just as numb.

The woman didn't treat the boy the same way, she just told the girl to feed a few jars of worms.

The girl walked to the table expressionlessly, ignoring the scars on her body, picked up the knife beside the table, and without hesitation filled another hideous wound on her scarred arm.

Blood rushed out of them. The girl opened the jars and dripped some blood into each pot.

After the girl finished doing everything, her arms were covered in blood.

The woman stood by and watched the girl do all this as if she was admiring a beautiful sight. When the girl limped over to her, she patted her head in a good mood.

"Much more obedient than your brother." The woman smiled and threw the girl into the cage, then left with the jar.

The girl didn't say anything, she wiped her face, which was immediately covered in blood.

The girl reached out and hugged the boy, tears kept falling and hitting the boy's face.

The boy opened his eyes tiredly, touched the girl's bloody hand soothingly, and leaned quietly in the girl's arms.

The girl stroked the boy's face, hugged him tightly, trembling, and tears kept falling.

Mo Hanyu watched the scene expressionlessly, without feeling any relief or emotion. He had never wanted to kill someone so much as he did at that moment.

why?

Is this Qin Xiao’s past?

Mo Hanyu covered his face, feeling extremely powerless.

If so, that's too...

Mo Hanyu couldn't find words to describe it.

Pitiful?

Qin Xiao wouldn't like being described like this.

Mo Hanyu suddenly regretted it.

If Qin Xiao knew that he had seen all this, would he hate himself? With his personality, he wouldn't like others to see his wounds, right?

But Mo Hanyu really didn't expect to see these.

He was really just curious at first, and if he had known in advance that he would see these, he would never have done it.

Mo Hanyu looked at his hands.

It might be because his souls had just merged and he couldn't interrupt freely now. Or it might be because he didn't have the ability to control his power well yet, so this happened.

"……sorry."

Mo Hanyu sat in a dark corner, muttering to himself.

There was silence in the room, no one could hear what he said.