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The next second, Cyril suddenly felt severe pain in his abdomen, as if a knife was stirring his internal organs. The pain tightened the internal organs and tore the bones. The pain that came and failed.

It was as if something was growing in his body, and the bigger it grew, the more it would break the skin.It was rampant in his body, gnawing at the internal organs, twisting the bones, and he was so painful that he almost fainted.The teeth bit his tongue unconsciously, but he didn't feel it, and let the blood drip from the corner of his mouth.

Screams and moans came and went, and the men's bodies trembled and twisted in severe pain.

And the others just watched, just waited.

"You, you... who the hell are you?"

Cyril in pain asked inarticulately, panting heavily, like a wounded monster.He desperately grasped the armrest of the chair with both hands, his manicured nails scratched the wood, and the sawdust pierced into the seams of the nails. He still clenched his fingers tightly, trying to stop his body from shaking with such a clumsy method.

"It's your clan." A voice sounded, old, dry, ruthless and greedy, "No, no, it's the other way around, you are our clan, all of you."

This voice came slowly amidst continuous wailing.

A race with the ability to peep into other people's lives through dreams. Because of their natural ability, they are forced to hide from the world. The time for the people's ability to awaken is uncertain. Some people have this ability at the age of five or six, while some people can't see the dream in their entire life. Connect with other people's lives.

They have found such capabilities especially useful in times of war, risking intelligence to both sides.But not every Dream Stealer has outstanding abilities. Some people succeed and others fail. They have worked hard and finally found the ultimate way to improve their abilities.

The key to breaking through the limit is the blood of relatives, and the relatives of the party without the blood of the same family.

"When the war is over, we will return to the state of hiding from the world, abducting the children born outside with the purest abilities back home, controlling their spirits, and letting them find a marriage that they will never fall in love with in this life, and have children with them .”

The reason for choosing someone who is absolutely impossible to fall in love with is that the ruthless old voice said: "If our race wants to retain its ability, we must not be tempted by anyone or anything, otherwise it will be difficult to control our mental power. Empathy is disordered. Those children who fall in love with others without understanding the world, we will take them home, teach them carefully, erase the remaining love in their hearts, and make them willingly marry the person we choose."

Until today, Cyril realized that the mother who married her father did not love her husband. The only condition for her to marry him was that she would never fall in love with him in this life, and the purpose of marrying him was just to In order to give birth to offspring.

Nor did she give birth to offspring for love.

That woman as beautiful as a lily has long since forgotten what it feels like to be in love.

Cyril growled in pain, his whole face was covered with sweat, the veins on his forehead and the side of his neck were exposed, and the ten fingers holding the armrest were already stained with blood.

He has been hated by his father since he was born.

It was Felix's words that saved him.

Felix said that he was born with the last love of his mother, and that his birth itself represented his innocence.

However, this is not the case.

His birth is doomed to sin in this life, and his birth means that his blood relatives may die because of him at any time.

It turned out that there were things in this world that Felix couldn't figure out.

The young man gritted his teeth to hold back his crying, it was the first time in his life that he hated his birth so much.

At some point, there was only his screaming left, and he didn't even notice when the other voice disappeared.

"You're truly remarkable. People who make it through the first hurdle are remarkable."

Is this a compliment?

Cyril laughed sarcastically through tears.He couldn't see what these people looked like, but he could imagine them.Only now did he realize that he was sanctimonious. He told Wei Ya that he hated his father but didn't want to take revenge. Thinking about it now, maybe it was just because of a long time, a cruel man abandoned him and wanted him to die, but he met Mary and his father because of this. Felix.But at this moment, here and now, he just wanted to personally get rid of everyone in this dirty room.

They are greedy, vile, cruel, and filthy.

He shed the same cruel and filthy blood as theirs.

This is his original sin.

He swore in pain, vowing to kill everyone present, his voice hoarse and dry, like a mad snake.

But no one paid attention.

His mouth was opened again, and he was poured with blood again.

Started the next cycle of pain.

But now it's not just the physical body that hurts, he thinks about his father, the mother he met in a false way, and his brothers and sisters who turned a blind eye to him... He feels that his soul is being tortured, and the pain is tearing his heart Cracked lungs, and he deserved it.

Just not blessed unwelcome life.

So not in the family tree either.

In the eyes of future generations, he is just a dead soul that never existed.

Cyril let out a painful growl, like a behemoth going mad.

And an old figure suddenly broke into his thoughts.

The old woman in a patched dress came towards him with a tea set. She took his hand and led him into the shade where the birdsong echoed.

He wanted to throw himself into her arms, to let her touch his hair like a mother.

However, the next moment, that wrinkled hand turned into dust that couldn't be grasped. He raised his hand in panic, trying to hug the old woman, but only caught two hands of dust.

He stared blankly at his empty hands, and wept bitterly while sitting under the shade of a tree.

He heard a voice say, All living things are mortal.

All living things are mortal.

No one who lives can escape death.

All that is meaningful will return to nothingness.

Cyril, struggling in pain, suddenly thought of Felix, his face was clearer than ever, and his eyes were brighter than ever.

All living things are mortal.

His life was short, but now was not the end.

He is wearing the body of guilt, and will move forward with guilt, but even so, he still wants to be a dewdrop, and wants to stay more on someone's shoulder.

Cyril, who was in the hallucination, suddenly woke up, the pain and hatred continued, his sins would not be washed away, but he could not die here - he would not choose to die, at any time, under any circumstances, he would not .He can't, he still has to spend his life in endless and hopeless love.

He had to go back to Felix.

Please come and find me, Felix.

The youth prayed in his heart.

While thinking of Felix, the pain in Ling Chi's body reached its peak instantly, bones, viscera, flesh...all were torn into pieces.He whimpered, and finally passed out from the pain.

After an unknown amount of time, he was woken up again by a burst of pain.The blindfold had been removed, and he found himself sitting in a brightly lit room, hands and feet still bound to the chair.Besides him, five other people were also tied up here, some of them woke up, some were still in a coma.The six people were divided into three groups and sat facing each other. Cyril blinked his sore eyes, and noticed that the girl sitting opposite him at the moment was the girl he asked to be replaced by himself in the attic.

Unexpectedly, he still failed to save her.

Cyril despaired.

After a while, the girl woke up, raised her tear-stained face, and was slightly taken aback when she saw Cyril, tears welled up again.She also survived a long period of suffering, survived countless moments of near-death, and she prayed in a low voice, for her and for everyone here.She thanked Cyril, although the youth she had never met failed to save her from bad luck, but she felt the strength of bravery in the disaster, and Cyril's kindness brought her the motivation to persevere.

"We'll be fine," she said, her breath was weak, she had to grit her teeth tightly to restrain the urge to scream, her expression was grim because of this, but her eyes were kind, and at this moment she was like a strong and unyielding warrior, "We able to escape."

She said, bowing her head again and praying to God.

The tied people woke up one after another, the pain still tormenting them, and no one knew what was waiting for them next.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and it was the brown-haired man again.Beside him stood a thin old man with thinning hair, blind in one eye, and hunchbacked.The old man pouted at one of them, the brown-haired man nodded, took out the knife from his waist and walked over.

All six were stabbed in the side of the neck.

Blood poured into the shallow bowl.

Cyril was forced to swallow the blood of the girl opposite, and she was forced to swallow Cyril's.

A new round of pain came, and a new round of torture continued.

Before, there was only one force tearing in the body, but now, it has become two.Sometimes they conflict with each other, and sometimes they roil together in the body. The flesh and blood are like their battlefield and paradise. When they are vigorous, they fight with each other, and when they are tired, they torture the flesh for pleasure.

The suffering people shed painful tears, screamed, roared, cursed and cursed in the great pain that seemed to split their bodies in two.

Those who died during this ordeal were immediately carried out.

Time seemed to have stood still and the pain never ended.Cyril accidentally bit his tongue again. He stared at the girl who had prayed for him not long ago with misty tearful eyes. She was so painful that she wanted to shrink her body, but was stopped by the rope, so she could only hold on for a while. An extremely distorted posture, crying, screaming, begging for mercy.

"do not……"

Cyril spoke up.He wanted to encourage her not to admit defeat to this group of people, but was too painful to speak.The girl seemed to understand what he wanted to say, she didn't respond, she just shook her head frantically, as if confessing her weakness to him.

"Please, please...don't..."

Cyril let out a helpless cry, begging her not to give up.He was thinking about Felix desperately, thinking about the end of Ayton and Hans, and vowed to hold on until he saw Felix again.

However, whenever he thought of Felix, the pain he was suffering would become more acute and violent, and his consciousness would be interrupted countless times. He seemed to faint several times, and then woke up in an instant.And every time he wakes up, a certain force in his body becomes stronger.Gradually, the two forces that were originally evenly matched began to tilt, the strong one temporarily gave up torturing the body, and focused on eating away at the weaker and weaker force.

The day turned into night at some point, and he seemed to have escaped.Holding him up with both hands, he subconsciously circled the other's neck, rubbing his cheek against the stubble on the man's chin.

They are by the sea.

The full moon is in the sky, and there is another bright moon in the sea.

"Let's pick up some shells and go back, shall we?"

"Are you taking it back to your mother?"

"Of course, honey."

He giggled and jumped out of the man's arms, pulled up the hem of his skirt and happily put his feet into the sea water.

A childish face was reflected in the sea under the moonlight.

It was a girl with beautiful long flaxen hair.