I play prophet in Salvation Organization

So cold.

Chris Chalactu once again felt a similar coldness in her life.

The last time she had a similar feeling was when she was very young.

When meeting "that person".

Chris still remembers that it was a sunny afternoon, the sun shone warmly on her body, and she just came back from playing crazy outside, and she was lying on the tree basking in the sun.

It was a rare leisure time, which was sealed in Chris's memory for too long, so long that when she looked back at this memory, she felt that the supposedly beautiful and warm sunshine seemed to be pierced by needles. General pain.

"It's so boring," Chris heard a voice coming from her mouth, "Do you want to play with Tom from the next door?"

"I heard that my uncle went to the town to make some amazing things. I'm so envious!"

Chris muttered to herself: "I also want to come up with this village, and leave from this place!"

She is really used to the monotonous life in this village without ups and downs.

From the mouth of a certain priest, she heard that there is not just a small village outside this world.Outside the village, there is a big city, with beautiful window grilles, as well as large palaces and churches, which are far larger than the pitiful chapel in their village.

"It's very powerful outside," said the priest. "There are nobles, soldiers, and merchants with fixed stores. It's different from going to the market—you just need to go to a special place to buy what you want."

"Oh!" Chris was very happy to hear that, "Then I want beautiful clothes and moving wooden toys!"

In this little girl's mind, having something to play with, something to live in, and something to wear is already supreme happiness.

The priest smiled and patted her on the head: "There will be all of them, if you can go out."

Unfortunately, the priest died shortly after this sentence was finished.

Chris didn't know what the reason was, but she heard that it was a fatal disease.

In fact, the priest didn't let Chris in for a while before he died. He just chatted with her through the window, and then coughed and urged Chris to leave quickly.

Chris, who was still ignorant at the time, didn't understand why the priest who treated her so well suddenly became unkind to her.

This made her a little angry, and she decided not to go to the priest again.

But a child's temperament always comes and goes quickly, just a few days later, Chris walked to the priest's door excitedly.

However, only the closed door was facing her.

Soon, Chris learned a piece of news from someone else.

"The priest is dead, of contagious disease".

die?What is death?
My mother told her patiently: "Death is a white dress that is not often worn. It is so white that even a little stain can be seen clearly on it. It is not resistant to dirt and will not be stained with dust. So once worn on the body, it represents No connection to anything else."

Chris still couldn't understand.

But at least she understood that after death, one cannot play with others.

This made her feel a little lost.

And she also learned that "death" means that there will be no colors other than white in the world from now on.

This made her somewhat resistant to death.

But fortunately, children always have a lot of friends.

Soon, Chris found other friends.And unlike the priest, these friends were about her age.

They often play wildly all over the village, and after having fun, they go away and start a new day.

This monotonous day after day is not long.

Mom is dead.

Outside the memory, the witch looked at the world of continuous rain, her face was so calm that she turned pale.

A voice echoed in her ear: "You saw the death of other people and started to fear death, but why did you spread death to others in the future?"

"How many people's lives are in your hands?" The slightly immature voice was puzzled, "Why can you still say with a smile after killing so many people, 'This game is lost again, let's start again!" A handful'?"

"Since when did you become like this, Chrissy?"

Listen to the voice in your ear.

The witch raised her head.

In her eyes, she finally saw the "master" of this space.

That was an extremely exaggerated version of her—a "giant" that was hundreds or thousands of times bigger than the current witch, even if it was just a finger.

At this time, she was holding the witch in both hands, looking at her with clear blue eyes, with doubts, puzzlement and bewilderment in her eyes.

The mental strength of the opponent is so strong that the body shapes of the two sides have a completely different contrast.

And on this basis, even if the opponent just blows a breath, the witch can disappear in smoke.

Just now, within a few seconds of the girl opening her mouth to speak, the witch felt her head hurt so badly that it was about to burst.

"I..." the witch said with difficulty, "I... lack... a soul..."

"Lack of a soul?" the girl said to the witch. "I don't understand. I also lack your part, but I have never killed anyone in all these years."

"Hermes taught me not to be angry with others, let alone be unkind to others. The world is beautiful and kind, and people should be kind rather than aggressive. Why are they also taught by him? You, have become like this?"

Girl: "I don't understand."

Hermes...

The witch held her head, her mind was like a mess.

He stripped away part of his spirit, and then brainwashed another part of himself.Let the witch who represents "evil" come into contact with Chris, who represents "goodness" in the future, and then sit back and watch the two merge...

Chris, who is full of "good intentions", will not kill the witch, because she was taught by Hermes not to kill casually.But precisely because of this, she was able to bring more painful and desperate harm to the witch.

If the two sides start to fight, then it's okay, after all, the only one left is "Chris".But "goodwill" will not kill "maliciousness" with her own hands, but she is too powerful, and her mere existence is enough to kill the soul of "maliciousness".And in that pure goodwill, the spirits of both parties will continue to disappear due to collisions...

This is like Lingchi, and it is Lingchi that acts on the spirit.It was even a hundred times more painful than Ling Chi.

At least Ling Chi still acts on the object, and the mental cuts... will only hurt so hard that it cannot be suppressed, and there is no way to relieve it.

"You...have been brainwashed...!" The witch fell to her knees on the ground, "Hermes...just to see us like this..."

"What He wants is... the way we are entangled in pain... He takes pleasure in this... He is a demon you can't imagine..."

demon.

The girl tilted her head to look at Chris.

"Do you remember the day we first met Hermes?" Chris said, "He helped our village get rid of rats with a flute."

Yeah yeah……

Damn it, Hamiron's piper! !

The witch gritted her teeth and arched her body weakly: "I will never...never forget...because the mouse in the village...was placed by Hermes...!"

"He directed and acted on his own...Take the children away...Reform them one by one...I succeeded...Others...Dead...Others...Killed...Used to refine elixir!"

The witch tore her hair: "We are transformed monsters! We are the crystallization of his madness! We... are his pawns! He wants to fight against time, so he finds... a way from us!"

The girl shook her head: "No, you forgot. Maybe it's because you lived too long and forgot the previous memories."

"Let me help you find it again."

The voice fell.

The witch fell again, her spirit seemed to be bearing unbearable gravity, and she fell freely in the darkness.

Not long after, she heard a voice.

"I can help you get rid of the rats in the village," the voice was gentle, "but relatively, I need to get paid."

The head of the village, Chris's father, rubbed his hands together and said, "No problem, no problem, we will definitely agree!"

The eyes gradually became brighter.

The witch stood at the door, quietly watching the person inside the door.

Inside the door was her father, and another man who looked refined and handsome.

The man was wearing an off-white robe, his grayish hair looked weird, his long bun spiraled down from his neck, and finally hung on his chest, his side face was soft, and his blue eyes were like lake water Clear and translucent.

As if he noticed Chris' gaze, the man smiled at Chris.

Chris, on the other hand, quickly clawed at the crack of the door and left like a frightened little rabbit.

Her father said cheerfully: "This child is more shy, please don't be offended..."

The young man shook his head reservedly: "It's okay."

"I'm just amazed that there are so many... good trees in such a village." The man pointed.

Patting his robe, the man smiled and said, "Well, let's start. I need to see the situation in the village first."

The voice fell.

The two left the room with laughter and laughter.

Only Chris, who quickly got out from the gap in the door.

She pinched her chest and said with lingering fear: "It's so scary."

"That brother looks good, but why is he so scary?" Chris tilted her head incomprehensibly, "It always feels like he has... a strong smell of blood on his body."

After thinking for a long time, Chris couldn't understand the reason: "Forget it! Let's go to Tom to play today!"

With that said, Chris yanked on the door and jumped down from the eaves lightly.

Then headed in the direction of Tom's house next door.

She didn't notice that directly in front of her was the house of the playmate she called "Tom".

The lake-blue flame burned quickly, and it didn't take long to spread to everything in that family.

In the flame that resembled someone's eyes, a voice echoed.

"This is waste wood, it's rotten and decayed, it's unbearable," someone said in the flames, "It's worth burning things that are useless."

"However, it made me see a very interesting high-quality product. The fragrance deep in the soul is very rich. Well, interesting..."

"It looks like someone who will be closely entangled with fate," the voice said with a low smile, "What's your opinion? Our prophet?"