Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 1066 Reunion with Daolin
When Xia Shou snapped out of his reverie, he and Dorian Gray exchanged a glance.

The next second, Xia Shou heard the missionary outside loudly announce that the performance had begun.

Among the performers in the passageway, some began to scream in agony, their bones, fascia, muscles, and everything in their bodies being played as instruments, emitting terrifying sounds from their chests and throats.

Some performers, however, felt no pain whatsoever. Instead, they were more composed than ever before, their expressions more relaxed than ever before. They were so engrossed in playing that others were suffering that they themselves were completely at ease.

The latter are those who paid the price of having their happiest memories of life destroyed; in order to gain this moment of peace, they gave up the only things they could remember.

Dorian Gray's expression was equally indescribable; her teeth were embedded in her lower lip.

Her eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, and thick blood oozed from around her eyes, making her look like a victim who had suffered greatly and died a painful death.

Her skin kept tearing and unfolding, as if her body was about to become some kind of special musical instrument. However, before the unfolded skin was completely peeled off from the muscles, the peeled skin disappeared, and new skin grew in a rush.

No... using "growing skin" to describe it is not very accurate.

The visual experience was more like someone had painted an extremely realistic skin directly with paint.

Dorian Gray's injuries were being dealt with in this cycle of constant destruction, disappearance, and redrawing.

Upon closer inspection, Xia Shou discovered that the missing limbs had not completely disappeared, but had turned into colors, as if her body was not made of flesh and protein, but of pigment.

As flesh and blood are peeled from her body, they slowly separate into their own individual colors and dissipate in the air. Then, the injured parts are as if an invisible, transparent paintbrush is used to repaint the body.

It wasn't just her body, but even the clothes she was wearing!
"Are you... alright?" Xia Shou asked worriedly.

Dorian Gray's expression really worried him; her expression had changed from initial forbearance to a dull daze, and her eyes had lost focus.

Her teeth stopped biting her lower lip, and her lips were restored.

The eyeballs no longer bulged outwards, but bloody tears continued to flow out, disappearing before they could drip.

“Father…I will take my brother’s place…but I am not him,” Dorian Gray mumbled.

"Teacher... will you forget me?" she mumbled incoherently, her breath coming out in short, gasping gasps, like the babbling of someone having a nightmare.

"Jump...jump one more time...I've practiced it...I won't step on my foot again."

Seeing Dorian Gray like this, Xia Shou thought for a moment.

He looked down and saw the pain nerves that connected them.

This can't go on any longer. I'll have to bear my own pain!
Xia Shou was about to get up, enduring the pain to sever the nerve connection between himself and Dorian Gray, but as soon as he made the movement, Dorian Gray suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

"you……"

Xia Shou looked up and found that Dorian Gray was still in a daze, and grabbing him was just a subconscious action.

In the end, Xia Shou sat down, right next to Daolin.

The entire passageway, and all the hymn walls, were filled with hellish screams, wails, and long, painful tremolos and shrieks. Xia Shou, his heart pounding, huddled with Dorian Gray, enduring and waiting for this torturous performance to end.

Outside the hymn wall, as the distance from the wall increases, these painful voices heard from the audience transform into a magnificent, layered, and uniform melody.

Sadness, joy, and a multitude of emotions and desires fill the music, flowing into the ears of every listener along with the notes and sound, bringing them unparalleled enjoyment.

The music was like a high-end cleaning agent poured onto an oil-stained floor; suddenly, happy memories that were previously only vague became crystal clear, as if they had happened just yesterday. No! It was as if it were happening right now; even the sensory feedback from those memories could be experienced again in the present moment.

On one hand, there is extreme torment, with the soul and self falling headlong into the abyss of hell.

On the other hand, it is the ultimate enjoyment, where the soul and spirit ascend to a clearly visible, real heaven, crossing the narrow gate of God.

at last.

For the audience, wonderful moments always seem too short; hours of performance feel like just a few minutes of enjoyment.

Meanwhile, the performers on the opposite wall of flesh seemed to have just experienced countless deaths and rebirths, returning from hell, from extreme pain back to normal suffering.

Those who have a correct understanding of time are only the poor souls who have sold out their happy memories.

Inside the hymn wall, the wailing and howling subsided. After a long period of torment, Xia Shou saw that Dorian Gray beside him had turned completely gray.

Yes, that's right, it's grayish-white.

Compared to the initial normal physical injury, in the latter half of the performance, Dorian Gray's face began to inexplicably fade. Her heroic and delicate face became blurry, like a masterpiece of oil painting that had been dampened and wiped with a rag, making her features indistinct.

The whites of his eyes and the black pupils blended together, blurring out of their sockets. His eyes also contained traces of skin color, and the roots of his teeth were stained with the pink of his gums. The snow-white color of his teeth was also stained on his tongue.

Her clothes had faded, leaving only gray and white.

She was filthy... utterly unsightly, like a disastrous painted sculpture.

Xia Shou was very worried. At first, he tried to use his fingers to help the other person keep the colors in the correct positions, but after trying, he found that he couldn't do it, so he could only let the colors smear all over his face.

Fortunately, the colors are now returning to normal.

"La la~~ la la la la~~" Dolin hummed softly, like a mosquito, the awkward melody sounding a bit like some kind of classical waltz.

Slowly, she regained her heroic, handsome, and feminine appearance, as if she had never been injured, except that her pupils were still unfocused and her thinking had not yet returned to normal.

The pain receptors that were connected to Xia Shou in her body had somehow detached.

Xia Shou gently patted her cheek.

...No response.

He frowned beneath the mask, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.

Xia Shou bent down and whispered in Dorian Gray's ear, "I will come to save you! I will definitely come to save you. Let's dance then. I can't actually dance now, but you can teach me then."

Dorian Gray’s humming stopped abruptly.

Xia Shou stood there for a while, but she still did not respond.

Xia Shou turned and walked back, but just as he was about to turn the corner, he turned back to look at the other person.

She sat there like a dead statue, her body perfectly intact, amidst a pile of twisted and deformed human instruments, like a lily blooming in a rotting corpse.

(End of this chapter)