communion

It was also raining in the lower city today, and the fine rain curtain was like a barrier, separating the blood and sweat transpiring in the arena. Cantrella closed his eyes and walked directly into the rain, his slightly thin body was covered by the rain. A shadow appeared.

After walking a few steps, a satin black umbrella was raised above his head.

"Yo." Cantrella turned his head to the side and showed a wicked smile, "Old sister, you are here."

The umbrella for Cantrella is a tall and attractive red-haired woman. "You have blood on your face," she said.

Cantrella wiped the blood on his face with his fingertips indifferently, "It's not mine."

"Oh?" The woman raised her eyebrows, "That's such a pity", and then her tone increased, "After all, I come here every time to collect your corpse."

"It hurts me so much for you to say that." Cantrella tried his best to look aggrieved, but Naihe didn't match his evil face at all.

The woman gave him a hard look.

"Lilim, sister, don't be angry, I won't die." - at least not now.Cantrera said flatteringly, and swallowed the rest of the sentence with a smile.

"You'd better do what you say." Lilim took out a cigarette, and Cantrella lit it for her immediately, "I've raised you for nothing for so many years and haven't paid back."

"What you said is that I will live until the day you pay back your money." The frightening madman in the arena is like a primary school student being taught by his parents.

Hearing the promise, Lilim finally smiled, "Come and hold an umbrella, remember to cook for me when you get home."

"As ordered."

Lilim is actually not Cantrella's biological sister. When Cantrella was still a half-grown child, Lilim had already become famous in both black and white—there was no secret she couldn't penetrate—a witch who could see through people's hearts— It was her nickname in the lower town.

In contrast, Cantrella is much more down-and-out-a scarred child who escaped from nowhere, with nothing but his face.

But the cold-blooded witch couldn't stand the poor child the most, so she took him in by mistake—until now, Cantrella has grown into a strong young man, and the two are still called siblings, not blood relatives but Better than blood relatives.

The arena is some distance away from the two's home, but fortunately, the rain has not increased, so it is not unbearable to walk back.

The sound of the rustling rain, the tap of Lilim's high heels - the familiar sounds in the world gradually calmed Cantrella's heart, and even the bleak downtown streets became more intimate.

The two walked for a long time before meeting a pedestrian.

It was a man in a priest's uniform, his face could not be seen clearly, only the cross necklace on his chest shimmered.

"Huh?" Cantrella looked at the priest twice, "There are priests in the lower city?"

"He's César." Lilim lowered her voice, "If there is no accident, he will be the next bishop. In order to pass the assessment more easily, he has recently started practicing medicine in the lower city..."

However, Cantrella at this time could no longer hear Lilim's detailed explanation - the priest looked at him - those were a pair of dead blue eyes, as if there were countless bones deposited in the deepest part, which could arouse the soul The deep fear and chill caused Cantrella's muscles to become slightly stiff due to tension.

Lilim noticed Cantrella's unnaturalness, and felt suspicious in her heart. She took his arm and took a step forward. She didn't ask until she had walked a long distance, "What happened to you just now?"

"That priest." The smile in Cantrella's words disappeared without a trace, "has a pair of ghost-like eyes."

"Really?" Lilim thought thoughtfully, "How about I investigate him?"

"No!" Cantrella's tone was unusually strong, "Don't mess with him—trust my instincts."

Cantrella's reaction was too great, and Lilim was surprised for a moment, but finally compromised: "Listen to you, I will stay away from César."

"Yeah." Cantrella took a deep breath, "Let's go home."

There is a legend in the lower city that frightens children-disobedient children will see evil spirits and be eaten into skeletons by ghosts in their sleep.

That night, Cantrella had a dream.

Fighting in the arena usually vented his pent-up negative emotions and allowed him to live a "happy" life without sleep disorders. However, this time, the fighting lost its curative effect—Cantrella did it again the real dream.

In the dark, prison-like big house, the young Cantrella ran desperately, with the sound of heavy footsteps and sticky panting behind him, which almost made people sick.

"You must not be caught." Cantrella was about to run out of energy, and he could only hold on by warning himself.

However, the sky failed as one wished, and after passing the corner, there was a dead end in front of Cantrella, with a row of iron cabinets leaning against the wall in a disorderly manner.

There is no way out.

In desperation, he hid in one of the cabinets with a fluke mentality, hugged his knees and shivered, praying that he would not be caught, but his ears kept reminding him of reality—the cabinets were pulled open one by one, and the footsteps The sound finally stopped in front of the cabinet where he was hiding.

What happened next was the nightmare of Cantrella's life.

He was roughly dragged out of the closet by a pair of hands, and his clothes were torn. Immediately, the tearing pain seemed to be burned into the soul, followed by a period of blankness, only the buzzing white noise in his ears still existed, waiting for him After regaining consciousness again, only blood and pieces of flesh remained in sight.

Cantrella overlapped with the young Cantrella in the dream. Even after reliving it countless times, he still felt great fear and hatred in his heart.

But he's ready for it all.

The sound of footsteps stopped outside the cabinet—everything seemed to be the same, but this time, the sound of opening the door became extremely soft. Listening carefully, the sound of footsteps also became soft and agile.

Cantrella mustered up the courage to manipulate his dream self to raise his head and open his eyes.

What greeted him was a pair of blue eyes, unfamiliar yet familiar.

The owner of the eyes stretched out his hand to lift him out of the iron cabinet, and his gentle voice carried wonderful magic power: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you home."

"I'll take you home."

Cantrella burst into tears.