Green seeds were scattered from the palm of his hand into the ground, and the face of the black-haired demon remained expressionless.
He knows all this.
This is something that happened before.
Rain, mud, the decapitated body of a demon, the stench of decaying body, hair, and skin.
This happened many years ago.
He thought he was dreaming.
He rarely dreams.
He is not interested in these past things.
Therefore, when he first entered this dream, he was stunned for a rare moment.
Eat the most exquisite food, wear the most expensive clothes, sleep on the most comfortable bed…
Strictly speaking, he is not a person who values enjoyment, but when he has a choice, why not make himself more comfortable?
And in this way, he can completely distinguish his current self from his previous worst self.
For the black-haired demon, the worst situation was not when he was a little demon in Yefar. On the contrary, he felt that he had a good life during that time.
For him, the worst situation… was this moment in the dream…
He thought he had forgotten everything.
But this dream reminded him that he had never forgotten anything. He remembered all the decorations in that shack, remembered the smell on his body at that time, and even…
He could even remember every word in the book he was reading at the time.
For the first time, he felt that being too smart and having a good memory was not a good thing.
Entering his own body like a possessor, he listened to himself as if he was reciting dialogue from a script, saying exactly the same words from the past. All the familiar pain was reflected on his body, first piercing the bone marrow, and then even the pain became numb.
The tip of his nose also instantly inhaled the foul stench that he used to breathe every day back then.
He even saw the dense vertical lines on the floor.
Whenever he felt so painful that he wanted to die, he would start to think about ways to get out of the current situation and how to retaliate back. He is not a person who likes to indulge in the past, and the future is always more important than the past.
There were ninety-seven vertical lines there, which he had counted.
Listening to familiar conversations and looking at familiar faces, he walked through the past again.
Ah Jin saw himself returning to Yefar with the person who kept saying he wanted to be buried in his hometown. He also saw the young Rockfini Gemulo and purchased the house from him. He then brought that dying guy to the house that had been under his name for many years but had never been familiar.
Tearing off the guy’s neck and reciting a spell, the soil surged up from the centre of the earth, and the body covered with spells sank in the ground. When the guy’s body completely sank below the foundation, a spherical protective cover suddenly rose up in the house.
With the coercion of black and red intertwined, the demon became the guardian beast of this house from then on. Even if he died, he still used his own body to guard the house on its back, working diligently, day and night.
Until his bones completely decayed.
At that time, if he still remembered this house, he would drop the body of another demon here to take that guy’s place.
After many years, the black-haired demon no longer remembers his own emotions at that time.
However, at this moment, in this dream, he was passively feeling the emotions of that year.
Pain, numbness, and perhaps a little sadness?
Very complex emotions.
This is something he can’t imagine now.
It turns out that when I was young, I also had emotions?
The expressionless black-haired demon thought indifferently inside his equally expressionless body.
Then, he felt a gaze directed towards him.
Turning around suddenly, he suddenly saw a vague shadow standing under the eaves of the house behind him.
Wait–
Was there a third demon there back then?
When did he appear here?
Pursing his lips, he carefully looked at the blurry shadow. However, it was always a shadow, hazy as if there was a layer of mosaic in front of it, as if it could blend into the air at any time.
He could see the outline of the thing, it was long and thin, not too tall, with a bit of black on his head and a bit of black on his arms.
Wait a moment……
Only then did the black-haired demon notice that there was more than one shadow there, and that vague figure was actually holding another small ball of something in his arms.
Black, like a mist.
The black-haired demon seemed to see a thin claw sticking out of the mist, stretching all the way.
It seems to be waving to himself.
He could see a little more clearly now, and he even saw a smaller red split suddenly open in the black mist.
Like a mouth.
These two actions… It’s like he is calling out and waving to himself at the same time?
The black-haired demon suddenly thought of a sentence he had seen in an unknown world. It probably meant that if a person suddenly sees a deceased relative standing on the other side waving to him, he must not go there, otherwise he will die.
Is he about to die?
Strange.
It’s curious and strange.
The black-haired demon didn’t move.
Then, the thin and tall “ghost” across from him suddenly moved, running towards him. It ran very fast, and in the next second, it firmly grasped his hand under the cloak.
Got caught?
This was the first thought in the mind of the black-haired demon.
However, feeling the soft touch in his hand and thinking about the terrifying appearance of his hand with only carrion left, it wasn’t so much that he was caught, but rather that he had caught the other person.
Lowering his head, the black-haired demon spoke calmly: “Who are you?”
From the moment these words were spoken, everything was different from that night hundreds of years ago.
That night, he stood under the heavy rain and got soaked in the rain all night long. He didn’t even enter the house behind him and left the next day.
But now, he was led into the house by the “ghost” in front of him.
The “ghostly figure” seemed to have said something to him, but the sound seemed to come through the passage of space and time, hazy and inaudible.
The black-haired demon obediently followed the other party’s arrangement and sat in the dry room.
Strange.
It’s really strange.
This appearance of this room looks a bit familiar and a little strange, but it looks like——
With a calm face, the black-haired demon just looked at the busy “ghost” under the orange light.
He also saw the black mist again.
The “ghost” seemed to have lifted something, and then the ball of black mist appeared.
It turned out that the reason why I couldn’t see the black ball of mist just now was because the “ghost” had hidden it.
Immediately afterwards, the “ghost” went to the kitchen. He knew it was the kitchen because he heard the sound of the ignition. Then he turned somewhere and quickly walked over holding several towels.
The “ghost” put a towel on top of the black mist, and two thin tentacles stretched out from the black mist. The tentacles grabbed the towel, and then…
It seems to be wiping itself — the black-haired demon tilted his head slightly and thought.
He suddenly had the feeling that “the black ball of mist in front of him is a child.”
Then, he saw the “ghost” suddenly standing in front of him. It seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally putting its hand on his cloak.
The black-haired demon looked at him quietly, and then, his cloak was torn off by the “ghost”.
The black-haired demon was looking forward to the reaction of the “ghost” with great interest. He knew that his current appearance was so honourable that it could even scare the evil spirits to death. Oh —this was someone else’s adjective, but now, he really wanted to know if his appearance could scare the real ghosts?
The answer was: no.
Immediately afterwards, the black-haired demon felt his head being wrapped in a thick towel, and it was the “ghost” who picked up the towel and began to wipe his soaked hair.
Ah……
It’s very comfortable…
When he was in good condition, he had never been so close to anyone. However, when he became such a distant figure, someone took the initiative to approach him.
This dream was very real. He felt the soft touch of the towel. The towel probably belonged to the previous owner. He felt that he could still smell the other person’s scent on it, but… what was that?
He was attracted by the fresh smell.
The very clean smell came from the translucent “ghost shadow”. When the “ghost” was very close to him, the black-haired demon even felt that he could no longer smell the foul stench on his own body for a moment.
Then, the “ghost” also handed over a water cup.
On the table, a small ball of black mist was leaning over another water cup, carefully licking the water, like some kind of small animal.
At this moment, he abandoned the principle of “not eating food given by strangers” and took a sip of water.
Very sweet.
The rotten throat has been dry for too long. When the sugar water slid down, in an instant, the broken windpipes seemed to have been repaired, and the fishy smell was instantly replaced by a sweet smell.
He just sat there, drinking sugar water, and then let the other party wipe himself from head to toe.
Then, he suddenly felt very sleepy.
This is a dream, there is nothing that cannot be said.
With this thought in his heart, he grabbed the shadow.
“I’m sleepy.” He said to the other party.
Then, the shadow stood up and walked towards a certain room behind him.
Without any hesitation, he followed the other party closely, and watched as the “ghost” gently pushed open the door.
At this moment, the bed in the room looked particularly attractive, and he immediately walked over after entering the door.
Lying on the same clean bed, even though it smells a little dusty, but…
The rain outside the window was so heavy that it feels really good to sleep peacefully in a dry place.
He had just been forced to relive the time he thought he had forgotten. He was originally in a bad mood, but now, he decided to indulge himself and enjoy it.
The black-haired demon took off his shoes and lay on the bed.
He even lifted the quilt and covered himself.
Then, the scorching black eyes suddenly turned towards the direction of the “ghost”.
Patting his palms on the other side of the bed, the black-haired demon said calmly: “Come here.”
And then—
As if hesitating and struggling for a moment, the “ghost” came over.
But——
The moment the “ghost” hesitantly sat on the bed, the black-haired demon suddenly turned over and overwhelmed him.
With his both hands restraining the opponent’s wrist, at this moment, the black-haired demon finally saw the true appearance of the “ghost”.
It’s a very young demon.
A very beautiful one.
Submissive, quiet, and stubborn are his preferred types.
The black hair is very straight and a bit hard, and the eyes are very dark, but they are not the same lifeless black eyes as himself, but water-like, just like… like jade. The fair skin will get stained with red marks when pressed, and the lips that are usually too light in colour are now very tempting, smooth and bright red.
“Go to sleep.” He whispered softly, and the black-haired demon suddenly smiled, lifted up the quilt to cover the two of them, and leaned down.
The author has something to say: In the eyes of uncle and Hei Dan, aunt is like a European and American horror movie.
Actually, in the aunt’s eyes— Uncle and the nephew is also like a horror movie— the Chinese version.
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