Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Mo Xie stared at the slightly swaying candle flame, and the question that had always puzzled him popped up in his mind.

When he was a mercenary, he once received an admission ticket from the target of his mission, so he personally experienced one of the four iron laws of the Red City: absolute silence.

Guests poured in like a tide, and the sounds of breathing, footsteps, and the collision and friction of the automatic door sliding repeatedly in the groove were inevitably mixed together. However, this noise came to an abrupt end after entering the rest area.

What was a bit eerie was that the guests seemed unaware of what was happening and continued to perform the sitcom silently.

Is it some kind of supernatural power?

No, his supernatural power meridians did not fluctuate at that time.

It is more like putting a transparent barrier on the guests, isolating them from each other and allowing them to continue their actions with the knowledge they had before entering the rest area.

Without disclosing patent secrets, the person in charge explained the principle of this phenomenon from a scientific perspective. First, a certain substance extracted from minerals is vaporized, and then stored in a special container for processing, so that...

receive anything?

His mind suddenly went blank for a moment, Mo Xie frowned slightly, stood up and walked to the desk and sat down.

The light yellow paper was spread out on the table. He held the cold pen and put down in words all the information in his mind about the Red City.

The whole page was filled with smooth and elegant cursive characters, and the blank spaces stood out. Mo Xie slowly turned his pen and fell into deep thought.

He did not use Chinese characters, but the alien characters of this world. He could not recall the specific details of important events, as if they were forcibly cut out of his brain, leaving only a swamp that was tempting to explore. The more he recalled, the deeper he fell.

Habit shift, memory loss.

Is this the extra price to pay for a new lease of life?

Mo Xie pressed his temple with a headache.

I don't know what the overall state of memory is now. Is it simply missing a part, or is it fading away with the passage of time? Ever since he took over this body, he has always been in control. So where did the soul of the original body go?

As he organized his thoughts, the pen spun and danced between his fingers, leaving a metallic afterimage, incredibly deft. Moshe habitually signed his name at the bottom of the paper, the last stroke penetrating the back of the paper, the end lifted upwards, and extended a light ink mark.

He had never used a fountain pen with such smooth and even ink flow, and he couldn't help but take another piece of paper and spread it out to practice the feel of it.

Its plain appearance cannot conceal its high practicality. Its tip looks sharp, but in fact it feels indescribably smooth when writing. When you apply a little force to your fingers and wrists, you will feel a slight stagnation at first, and then it will be pulled by an invisible force to draw the characters that appear in your mind.

After writing two lines of poetry, the ink seemed to be running out. The sharp tip of the pen was no longer fully soaked in ink, and after writing on the paper again, it accidentally poked a small hole.

Mo Xie held the pen and shook it gently. He could hear the sound of liquid sloshing inside, and it was still full.

However, when the tip of the pen touched the paper again, there was still only a small dent.

Is there something wrong with the parts inside?

Moshe stroked the joint between the pen grip and the pen barrel, wanting to unscrew it to see what was inside.

After twisting it halfway along the spiral pattern, the pen filled with ink in his right hand felt heavier and heavier. Suddenly, a strange feeling surged from the bottom of his heart. His fingers trembled and he froze in mid-air involuntarily.

--don't want……

A cool breeze blew past my ears, bringing with it a sigh. Someone was talking, and it was hard to tell whether it was male or female, and the sound echoed hollowly and vaguely.

Mo Xie immediately closed his eyes and held his breath, using his senses to explore the entire room.

In the black and white world, he "saw" a hint of red.

——Don’t open it.

The sound rang out again, as if coming from a bottomless cave, damp and cold, making people feel physically uncomfortable.

But the owner of the voice just lingered beside him, casting confused glances from all directions, panicked and anxious.

After waiting quietly for a moment, Mo Xie opened his eyes and slowly reassembled the pen. The voice that was still announcing its presence in his ears a second ago disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

If a fountain pen loses its ornamental and writing value, then what else can it be used for?

Mo Xie's eyes fell on the small hole pierced by the pen tip, and a wonderful idea gradually took shape in his mind.

He changed the way he held the pen, pressing his thumb against the pen shaft and extending his index finger to press on the pen grip, as if he was holding a table knife.

At this moment, he was not a person writing at a desk, but a gourmet who had an inexplicable obsession with delicious food.

A pen that contains a mysterious power is perfect for use as a weapon.

I hope that people who see it will not misunderstand it, it is just an ordinary writing tool.

Mo Xie showed a faint smile on his face and gently placed the pen on the pen holder.

Just kidding, he is not confident enough to that extent.

"Whoosh——" the candle was blown out, and thin smoke rose up, floating to the window and disappeared.

A cool breeze blew across his eyelids. Mo Xie rolled his eyeballs and opened them slightly to face the turbulent airflow.

He saw that his right hand was tightly clasping a protruding corner of the rock, veins bulging on the back of his hand, new and old scars intertwined, and covered with dark brown blood scabs.

The shape of this hand is very tender, with round and full fingertips. The bones have not yet supported a clear outline, just like a piece of soft dough.

But the dough looked a bit miserable. The solidified blood scab gradually cracked as the skin and flesh were stretched tight, leaving streaks of bright red.

Moshe tried to shift his gaze to see his current situation clearly, but after trying several times he had to give up. He seemed to be just a spectator, unable to feel his body or control his movements.

The other hand waved in front of his eyes, trying to grab the rock to reduce the burden. Perhaps because he didn't have enough strength, or perhaps because he felt that his balance would be disrupted, his vision shook violently for a while before stabilizing.

He just hung on the stone wall like this, watching his arms gradually tremble, his fingertips turning from white to blue, and about to transition to purple.

The wind swirling around him blew up his clothes and hair. The dark black hair scraped across his eyes and then slapped his cheeks hard, forcing his view to turn to the right.

Warm sun, clear sky, small islands along the coast, sparkling sea, a cross-shaped castle adjacent to the forest...the tense and dangerous situation is incompatible with this harmonious and peaceful beauty.

If there is no rescue, falling down like this is the best option, Mo Xie thought calmly.

The arms with torn muscles were floating aimlessly in the seawater. As time passed, the swinging range of the legs would only become smaller and smaller. When all the joints in the body were extremely sore and lost consciousness, it meant that life would come to an end.

Moshe was not curious about the direction of the story, he was waiting for the key things to appear.

A flock of gulls hovered on the edge of the cliff, making high-pitched and clear calls. They seemed to have discovered something interesting, flapping their wings and approaching, their hard beaks rubbing against the exposed skin, leaving a slight stinging sensation.

As his sight moved downward little by little, Mo Xie gradually saw the direction of the rock pattern. At the same time, this also meant that the depth of his five fingers' grip was becoming shallower and shallower, and his body was like flying catkins in the wind and floating duckweed on the water.

At this moment, a few emerald green feathers fell in his swaying vision, and the tiny fluff drifted into his nasal cavity with the wind. His senses suddenly became real, tears welled up and soaked his eyes, and he sneezed loudly the moment the fishy smell of the sea poured in.

Mo Xie's consciousness overlapped with his body uncontrollably. Unspeakable pain rushed into every nerve in his brain. His entire right arm seemed to be torn off and smashed weakly against his hip.

You tried your best and you have persisted long enough, he thought silently.

The moment of life and death intersecting replayed endlessly before my eyes. The rock walls, sky, seagulls, green grass... everything within sight intertwined into a strange illusion.

Mo Xie, who had experienced dozens of high-altitude jumps, was not afraid of falling. He felt residual emotions that did not belong to him in this body.

Calm, relaxed, carefree...

This gave him an illusion that he was not falling towards death, but opening his arms to welcome a new life.

How could a young child have such a mentality? Mo Xie pondered, leaning his upper body back, his cervical vertebrae creaking.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist just as he was about to fall, with such force that his wrist bone was almost crushed.

Mo Xie raised his head with great effort and met a calm gaze.

He recognized the face, which looked younger than in the portrait. The silver-rimmed round glasses sat firmly on the bridge of his nose, and the pair of ultramarine eyes looked even more gorgeous in the shadows.

He couldn't find more precise words to describe his intuitive feeling at this moment.

The object staring at him silently was not like a viewing device, but more like a treasured work of art, brightly colored, beautiful, highly saturated, extremely rich, with a hint of red light. Quietly immersed in the light of the water, it exuded a mysterious color that attracted people to explore.

FLORN MCKINTOSH.

The young brother had half of his body leaning out of the cliff. His skinny arms were stronger than they looked, and his fair cheeks were slightly flushed from the exertion.

They hung on the edge of the cliff holding hands, looking at each other in silence, without any sense of tension at all.

Mo Xie felt the change in the force on his wrist, thoughtful.

[We found Master Fron, come here quickly!]

[Master Fron, hold on, we are here to help you!]

[Hey! Be careful!]

The voices of the guards came closer and closer, and a great force slowly pulled them up. The full team was crowded on the narrow cliff, and rocks fell off from time to time and fell heavily into the water.

[Are you okay?] The guard leaned down and asked Fron.

Frohn shook his head slightly, his expression calm, not as if he had just returned from the brink of danger. Surrounded by people, he glanced at Moshe with an ambiguous look.

[Master Mo Xie, why are you here? Madam has specifically told you not to cross the forest because of unforeseen dangers. You will make it very difficult for Madam if you do so.] The burly man who seemed to be the captain approached with a frown, looking particularly menacing from a low angle.

[Madam has worked very hard, she shouldn't worry about such things.]

[Master Frohn was in danger just now trying to save you, and he almost fell off the cliff. Your words and actions are closely related to many people, do you understand?]

Seeing that the young master was standing quietly without any response, the burly man waved his hands in annoyance and asked the guards to leave.

A strange feeling arises in my heart, like unraveling a tangled mess of yarn, which then wraps around my heart in circles, tightening with the rhythm of my breathing.

Mo Xie opened his mouth and was about to say something when the dream signal was disconnected without warning and everything in front of him became pitch black.

The tunnel connecting illusion and reality is long and deep. Countless fragments of light speed up and move backwards, transforming into long and curved lines that lead straight to the end of light.