The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

In the dim room, the three round lights above the head were so bright that they dazzled the eyes.

Qiao Yizhong's vision blurred for a while, and he barely focused in the glare. In a trance, he saw someone in front of him doing something with his back to him.

Blue hat, white clothes and mask, like, a doctor?

It was an unfamiliar scene. He just wanted to get up to check it out when he felt his flesh being tightened. He looked down and saw that he was restrained on the operating table.

Through the reflection of a metal instrument on one side, he saw that his face was covered with dotted lines marked with a blue marker, and even his neck was covered with circles of marked lines.

He was startled and turned around to see the doctor still preparing the surgical instruments. The flash of the scalpel caught Qiao Yi Zhong's eyes.

It also allowed him to see clearly the doctor's distorted face.

In an instant, Qiao Yi Zhong's hair stood on end. He struggled to get out of bed, but the belts kept tightening him.

While he was struggling, the doctor beside him had already turned around slowly, holding a syringe filled with unknown medicine.

"Bang!"

With a powerful kick from his legs, Qiao Yi Zhong struggled to kick the doctor to the ground. He barely broke free from his restraints, got off the bed, and gathered his strength to rush out of the room.

As soon as he got out of bed, his vision suddenly went dark. He couldn't see the road clearly and crashed into something, falling onto the cold corridor.

"Qiao Yizhong...you too?"

Wang Longzhao propped himself up with his palms and climbed up from the ground. He pulled the corner of his bruised mouth with his fingertips and spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva.

"Where is this? We are not..." What was it? How come he couldn't remember anything?

"It's strange, right? I can't remember it either, but this place must not be a good place." Just by looking at the man still squatting on the ground, Wang Longzhao knew that the other party was just like him, with his memory disordered.

They couldn't remember how they got here, nor did they know how to get out, but they subconsciously felt that something dangerous was going to happen.

"Help! Help!" The sudden cry came through the floor.

Yang Qing ran and dodged, and after seeing the two people at the end of the corridor, a light flashed in his eyes, and he accelerated and ran towards them.

Wang Longzhao was naturally familiar with this kind of look. He thought something was wrong and stepped back to avoid it, but it was too late.

The man in front dodged to the side, exposing the stitched monster that had been chasing him to the two men.

This monster had traces of stitches and thread ends on its face, and there were needle holes and pus oozing from the holes on the raised, hypertrophic skin and flesh.

It limped over with a scalpel in hand, its legs clearly different, one thick and one thin. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be made up of the legs of a man and a woman.

Even the arm was made up of pieces. The hand holding the scalpel was not flexible, and could even be said to be clumsy. It was waved back and forth as he ran.

When he got closer, from the tiny piece of skin on the face, Wang Longzhao could barely see that this stitched monster was Zhao Yiyao.

When I looked at the bloodshot and deformed eyeballs, a sense of panic that came from nowhere swept over my body.

After encountering some monstrous and terrifying things, Wang Longzhao, who claimed that he was not afraid of ghosts or monsters, also began to panic.

He was about to run in another direction, but was suddenly pushed forward by Qiao Yi Zhong behind him, and he ran straight into the stitched monster that was charging towards him.

The scalpel stabbed into the heart, and a flash of white light passed before my eyes while I felt the pain.

When he regained consciousness, Wang Longzhao climbed up from the muddy ground and looked around at the dilapidated environment, feeling a little dazed.

"Hehe, hehe."

Suddenly someone passed by behind me, like a breeze, coming and going quickly, mixed with children's laughter.

My breathing suddenly stopped, and I felt suffocated by the plastic bag covering my mouth and nose.

His neck tilted back and his upper body folded backwards in a strange way. He subconsciously reached out to tear down the thing blocking his way and save himself from the oppression, but he could not touch anything.

Even his hands were uncontrollably pinching his neck.

Waves of dizziness came over me, and in the darkness and noise, suddenly, one child after another with sacks on their heads squatting next to them appeared in my sight.

Their laughter was so loud that it was deafening and almost made Wang Longzhao faint.

When he was on the verge of death, some fragmented memories suddenly flashed through his brain, which had been obscured by memory, and he finally remembered some distant memories that he had long forgotten.

"I recently took on a strange job, where my own family wanted to murder me. These rich people really know how to have fun!"

The man sighed, rolled down the window to look at the people walking in the park in twos and threes, and shook the cigarette butt in his hand.

'See, there it is, let's go over there.'

"Help! Someone is snatching our child! Help us! Help call the police!" The woman's terrified cry instantly drowned out the music in the park, attracting scattered attention.

But the criminal pulled out a sharp dagger and stabbed the woman in the abdomen. The sight of blood forced the few pedestrians who were trying to help to retreat.

The child's arms were torn apart and he cried in unbearable pain. The woman couldn't bear to see the child's arm broken, so she loosened her grip and the child was abducted in front of him.

The fake-license vehicle drove away quickly, and the last thing I saw was a woman covered in blood, falling down unwillingly in the rearview mirror.

The sirens came late, but gradually became farther away...

"Brother Wang, the market has been bad recently. Those people are investigating very strictly and are about to investigate here. What should we do with these children?"

'What else can I do? If I can't sell it, it's a loss-making product. I'll just chop it up and feed it to the dogs!'

"But, they are still..."

"Pa!" The sound of a slap was clearly audible, and the man's cold voice came from the car, "No buts, if you don't want to do it, get out! It's just that your family..."

'……yes. '

A group of children with their heads covered huddled together, with knives pressed against their necks and rough knots tied around their necks. They dared not cry or scream.

They were threatened to march into the jungle in groups...

Then, screams and dog barking echoed throughout the forest, scaring the birds away from their nests...

"Ow! Ow!"

The growls and roars of wolfhounds mixed with the cries of children surrounded his head. Wang Longzhao suddenly opened his eyes and saw a group of children surrounding him. He reached out and pulled off the sack above his head, revealing the hideous head of a wolfhound.

The wolfhounds jumped out from the child's clothes and rushed towards Wang Long on the ground to bite him.

The last image reflected in the pupil was the sharp fangs piercing the eyeball, and then there was endless blood...

"stop looking."

Covering Qin Jue's eyes with his hands, You Mu pulled him out of Wang Longzhao's dream.

When he found out that he could search the other person's soul to retrieve his past memories, Qin Jue insisted on finding the images from that year. He saw the scene where he was robbed in the street and his biological mother was murdered after resisting.

Before he could recover from the bloody scene, he experienced the pain of being torn and eaten by vicious dogs through the other person's eyes.

Worried that Qin Jue couldn't bear it, You Mu reached out to interrupt him and brought his consciousness back.

"I want to... kill him." His body trembled uncontrollably, and the feeling of empathy with the victims' emotions still strongly impacted his brain and senses.

There was a strong consciousness in my mind shouting, kill him, kill him!

From the perspective of a perpetrator, he could better understand the fear and helplessness of those who died at Wang Long's beck and call.

And, that mother lying in a pool of blood.

"He will die, but we should always make the best use of everything, right?" Reaching out to stroke Qin Jue's frowning brow, You Mu turned his head and looked through the sea of ​​flowers. In a corner of the sea of ​​flowers, a faint light source flickered like a firefly.

There is no moon tonight. There are gusts of wind outside the castle, causing the roses on the hillside to shiver and make a trembling sound.

The three people wrapped in the vines were still struggling in their dreams. The breath of the living people on their bodies was emanating from the vine cocoons, entwining with each other, swirling in the air like streams, and converging into a branch with flower buds.

"It's been too long, her soul is broken, and what remains in the world is only a trace of remnant thoughts that are obsessed with finding you. My ghost energy is too strong for her, so I can only keep her warm with the breath of living people."

Following You Mu's words, Qin Jue looked across the flowers and saw the flower bud that was emitting a faint light.

At this moment, he understood what the system had said before, and the icon it gave him was here.

"Xiaotian should have given you a hint before, go ahead."

Feeling a push on the back, Qin Jue took a step forward, walked through a bunch of blooming roses, and approached the one that was about to bloom.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a beam of silvery moonlight sprinkled down, covering the flower buds.

A wisp of light smoke and soul overflowed from the petals where it resided, and under the moonlight, gradually formed a human shape.

She was wearing a white dress and had long curly hair, which was gentle and bright, just as Qin Jue saw her in Wang Longzhao's memory.

Her soul moved slightly, and she turned slowly as if she sensed something. Her dazed eyes met Qin Jue's shaking pupils, and her body trembled slightly.

"...Achen? Is that you?" The memory was not complete, but Su Jinsi felt that she seemed to have not spoken aloud for a long time. Even when her soul opened her mouth again, she tried to speak several times before finally opening her mouth.

"...It's me." This time, Qin Jue did not deny the name. He nodded and carefully looked at the person in front of him, his mother, in the moonlight.

The soul trembled slightly, and the next second, Su Jinsi suddenly approached the son she had been thinking about.

She only remembered that she had been dead for a long time and had been wandering around the world looking for her son. It was so long that she even forgot who she was and where she was going. She only had the obsession of finding her son, which refused to dissipate.

Later on, her consciousness became blurred, and her soul became more and more erratic and fragmented as time passed. Even a breeze could carry her far away.

"You've grown up, and you've become much taller, that's great..." Even though there are thousands of words in my heart, countless joys and sorrows, but in the end, they all turn into one word, 'that's great'.

She reached out and gently stroked the side of Qin Jue's face, looking at him carefully. As a mother, she could easily find traces of the child's childhood from his appearance.

The soul's movements were very light, and the mother and child were very close, yet they seemed very far apart.

Feeling the careful touch on his cheek, tears welled up in Qin Jue's eyes for no reason.

"Mother..." I'm sorry, I got to know you so late, I saw you so late... I'm sorry, maybe you shouldn't have paid with your life that time.

These tears burned a mother's soul. She quickly reached out her hands to wipe the tears from her son's cheeks, and coaxed him with a loving face, habitually imagining that she would coax a crying child just like she did when she was alive.

"Don't cry, Achen is a good baby, a strong child, don't cry, mommy is here."

These tears brought back her memories of the time when they were forced to separate many years ago, when her child, who was still a child, was frightened and sobbed uncontrollably.

A mother cannot bear her children's tears the most.

The soul embraced her grown-up child. She patted her son's back gently, coaxed him, and hummed the nursery rhymes she once knew best.

That gentle voice drifted away in the wind, containing the mother's unconditional love for her child.

"That's beautiful to hear, brother...when will mom and dad wake up?" At the steps at the main entrance of the castle, Song Wanyu rested her chin on her palm, looking at the scene of mother and son meeting in the distance with envy on her face.

She also wanted to see her parents...

The hand holding the purse gradually tightened, and Song Wanyu sniffed the tip of her nose which was becoming increasingly sour.

A warm hand touched her head and rubbed her well-groomed bangs. Above her head, her brother replied:

"We will meet. Our family will be reunited one day."

His eyes fell on the thing his sister was holding carefully in her arms, and Song Chenfeng answered affirmatively.

[That's great.] Whether it's Qiao Rencheng who misses his deceased wife, or the Song brothers and sisters who are waiting for their parents' souls to be fully mended, their wishes will eventually be fulfilled.

Tiandao lay on You Mu's shoulder, looking at everything below from the top of the high castle, and clapped his paws in satisfaction.

"Aren't these all your achievements?"

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the bear's ears. The plush ears felt so good that You Mu couldn't control the rubbing motion.

[Yeah! I'm awesome!] Thinking of this, Tiandao instantly gained more confidence and boasted about himself happily.

"Yeah, that's great, keep it up?"

【Yes! Keep up the good work! 】