MTL - Sell Evil-Chapter 1 Hell border

"I haven't fallen asleep for seven days in a row. Once I close my eyes, I see the same dreams. I watch these again and again, as if in a cycle that cannot escape.

I saw the city, a black-and-white city. Every wall, street, and pedestrian is as if painted on paper. The black-and-white is vivid and vivid.

There was a passage in front of me, a path made of white bricks, and walking up the stairs, I quickly came to a wide theater center, the dome here is comparable to the Queen's Island Palace Theatre in Stockholm, even if I see The scenery is black and white, and it is difficult to hide this luxury.

Then a pair of pale arms appeared in front of me, a frightened face flashed, and I heard screams in this silent world. A few seconds later, I suddenly returned to the street,

Two people ran quickly and passed me. One was an old woman in a turban, and the other was a man in a black cape. The woman's face was covered, wrapped in black shadows, and the man had only a skull, a pale skull.

I don't know who they are, I don't know where this is, the man wants to save her? Still trying to catch her? I don't understand all of this, all I can think of is why am I here? why me?

Who can I tell these things to? No one is trustworthy, no one is worth entrusting me, even the daughter who is related to me by blood. Those whispers in the dark, crazy silhouettes ... incompetent subordinates, incompetent mortals ... who can share my concerns? Only by myself can I wake up from a nightmare. At that time, I will ascend to the throne, overlooking sentient beings. "

Cesare Barmond put down his quill and threw the parchment paper into a brazier. He glanced at the Code of the Sky on the table and finally made up his mind.

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On January 6, 2102, seventy hours before the blood pupa woke up.

"Finally, I am still here." Xue Yan opened his eyes and saw a black and white world around him. The grass beneath him felt like soft grass. Not far away, there was a winding river.

"Is this hell?" Xue Yan said to himself. He used this to remind himself that his consciousness was still there. He walked forward and came to the river: "And this is the Styx?"

"Of course it's not hell." The same voice as Xue Xue sounded.

For a moment, Xue Han suspected that it was the voice in his own head. Or is it an echo? Maybe he said something, but he didn't realize it.

"Here is just an atheist's head, an imagination of where to go after death." The man stepped out of the shadow of the tree behind the blood puppet, and sure enough, he looked exactly like the blood puppet.

Xueyi said, "Is the dark water? Or someone else?" He re-examined the surrounding scenery: "Is this place a certain space created by day one, right? What tricks are you going to play?"

"Because I didn't feel sin in me, I made such a judgment." Another blood owl said, "But my inference is wrong. I am only my imagination. I am part of my. I The reason for this was to escape from this place. "

"Really? Huh ... if I don't see where the door is. Or would I say ... something like a boat will pick me up?" Xue Yan said casually.

did not expect. Just then, a white door emerged from his side for no reason. And from that river, a boat floated.

"I am Your deep consciousness, and I should know what I know." Another **** owl said at this time: "Since Your consciously said these two things, then I have the right to choose." He paused: "Do you remember? We were killed, killed by the lord. But at the last moment, someone protected some of our important organs and hid in a space that the lord could not find. .

Now, we have been granted the blood of evil spirits and the skin of the devil, so the question comes, how do you want to wake up? "

"I don't understand the nonsense that he said." Xue Yan said, his hand reached the doorknob next to him.

"It's really easy," another **** coy said immediately, "but it might be a **** coy that never finds humanity."

"I know so much, I don't know." Bloody's hand rested on the doorknob, but did not turn.

"伱 I know very well. There is another way, a less straightforward way, which may be tortuous and painful, but that is what it means to live as a human being. On that road, maybe I can Get our humanity back. "Another **** tone was very firm:" To many people, nothing worthwhile is worthless to me, isn't it ironic? "

Xueya released his hand, and the door beside him disappeared: "Where the **** is this?"

The person who was exactly like him disappeared, as if he never appeared, and the answer naturally disappeared with him.

"Cut ... if these broken things are part of hell, the designer here is a drunk or a novelist." Xue Yan shook his head, with an impatient expression, and walked to the river.

The wooden dinghy is very familiar. It seems to have been seen there. It didn't take long for the blood maggot to remember it. In Venice, he had once sailed on such a boat. That ’s what the boatman would do if he deliberately dragged his time. Boat ... no! This is simply the same ship! The carved patterns next to it are consistent.

At the moment of seeing, a sense of vision emerged and the memories of the past were awakened-I was sure that this ship was the same ship as he remembered.

"Is everything that constitutes this world a piece of memory in my mind?" Xie Yuan took the long pole of the ship ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ and reached the bottom of the river in one shot. It seems that the river is not like Looking so deep, he rowed down the boat, and the scenery on both sides of the river was originally a black and white forest, but it didn't take long for the river in front of the river to turn from black to white at a very sharp dividing point. The color tone of the world has also been changed, and there are even highways around it.

Looking back, more than ten meters away, you can still see the forest, but this side is already arid desert landforms. Not far from the right bank, you can see the existence of roads and telephone poles, and the river in front of you. Getting narrower.

The water flow gradually became slower until there was no longer any obvious impetus, and the river gradually became a creek. The **** leap jumped easily to the shore next to it.

He felt inexplicably unhappy and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but when he touched his pocket, there really was a cigar in it. Picking up his cigar and looking for fire again, he found the lighter in the back pocket of his pants.

"Is this a dream?" Xue Yan snorted coldly, raised his head and walked to the highway. At this moment, he looked back. He could no longer see the river and the forest. The surroundings were all deserts. The only thing that could guide him forward as a landmark. There was only the road underneath, and the telephone poles that stretched forward to the horizon. "It seems to be a long dream ..." He took a sip of the cigar and walked forward in a random direction. (To be continued ...