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Chapter 358 Why are you so stubborn? (Please subscribe, read, comment and vote)
"Do you believe in God, too?"

It seems that there is nothing special about Cain, except that he has a bad temper and acts as if the whole world owes him money.

"Do not believe!"

Martin simply shook his head and looked at the brothers curiously.

"I'm just curious, why did you end up in Morpheus' dream instead of going to heaven or hell?"

"Bah, none of your business!"

Cain was not polite to Martin at all, and even spat at Martin's position, but it just fell to the ground.

Abel was like a frightened rabbit. Seeing his brother do this, he quickly stood in front of him and apologized repeatedly: "Master Morpheus, my new friend, I apologize to you on behalf of my brother!"

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have brought up your sad story!"

Martin smiled at the tortured brothers and then stepped aside: "Morpheus wants to talk to you. Please chat. I won't bother you."

"what are you up to?"

When Morpheus saw Martin was about to leave, he grabbed his arm and whispered to him to stay.

Martin shook his head decisively: "I don't know what gift you gave to the brothers, but it must be very important to them. No matter what legitimate reasons you have, it must be cruel for them to take back this gift now."

He pushed Murphys' arm away and said in a deep voice, "I won't do anything that offends people."

Morpheus was just unkind in the past, not that he didn't understand these things: "Didn't you say you would help me?"

"Stop! It's not like I haven't given you any advice. If you don't accept it and insist on doing something this difficult, then don't bring me along."

Martin jumped on tiptoe to avoid Murphys' hand and this offensive incident.

Although Murphys was somewhat helpless, since Martin was unwilling to follow him, he had no choice but to lead the two brothers to the back of the house.

Soon, sounds of quarreling were heard from behind the house.

Martin shook his head slightly, sighed, and randomly chose a path to walk along. The sunlight above his head was blocked by the lush tree canopy, the temperature dropped a few degrees, and it was a bit cool. There were also traces of small wild animals running in the forest.

He didn't pay attention to these things, nor was he in a hurry to go anywhere. He just walked slowly, looking for things that interested him.

Originally he had no purpose, he just wanted to avoid the tragic drama between Morpheus and the brothers Cain and Abel.

But when he came to the end of the forest path, he suddenly found a cemetery with many tombstones.

Martin walked in and took a closer look, and found that the styles of these tombstones were very complicated, and they were from all eras, but the name written on them was the same, that is, Abel.

Perhaps because there were no surnames in the time of Adam and Eve, these tombstones only have one name on them.

The person who carved the tombstone was very emotional when he carved the name. The strokes of each letter were crooked and very deep. You could tell at a glance that the person was abnormal.

"What an unlucky pair of brothers! Even though they escaped to the dream world, they couldn't escape the curse of killing each other."

Martin squatted in front of a tombstone, reached out and touched it, and guessed that the person who erected the tombstone was Cain.

For dream creatures, death as defined by human beings does not exist, and they will not do things like digging graves and erecting tombstones.

There are only two people nearby, and the name on the tombstone is so obvious, so it is naturally clear who erected the tombstone or even killed the person.

Martin looked at the tombstone in silence. He raised the middle finger and index finger of his right hand, swept them across his eyes, and then pressed them on the tombstone.

Death Found!

He mobilized his authority, and an experience of death emerged on every tombstone.

Cain killed his brother in various ways, in great pain, and then Abel crawled out of the grave covered in blood.

The eternal life that countless people dream of was realized in Abel and Cain, but it was a painful torture for them.

They seemed to be trapped by something, having to repeat this experience forever, enduring torture, with no end in sight.

Martin watched the murders flash before his eyes, stretched out his hand and pushed forward, ready to use the authority in his hands to do something.

But before he could do anything, he heard Abel's voice, so he withdrew his hand and turned to look back.

Abel's eyes were red, and there were water marks on his beard and clothes, as if he had just cried.

"Mr. Martin, what brings you here?"

Abel was very surprised to see Martin here, and didn't want Martin to stay here any longer, but he didn't dare to say it.

"I was looking for a place to kill time while waiting for Morpheus to finish his work. Then, I accidentally walked to this place."

Martin noticed Abel's condition and without waiting for him to speak, he stood up and left the cemetery, walking back along the path.

Abel quickly followed and said with some embarrassment: "Please don't misunderstand, this place is too difficult for us to talk about, so..."

"This is your private matter. If you don't want to talk about it, there's no need to explain it to me alone."

Martin looked at Abel's awkward expression and felt awkward in his heart, so he quickly interrupted him and continued the topic.

"Is Morpheus's work done?"

"Lord Morpheus, he..."

Before Abel could say a few words, his eyes turned red, he began to sob softly, and turned his head away, like a young wife who was angry.

Seeing him like this, Martin was speechless.

He was just worried that something like this might happen, so he didn't ask what exactly happened.

In the end, Abel still started crying.

"Um, could you please stop crying?"

Martin didn't think there was anything wrong with Abel crying like that, but he just didn't know how to comfort him.

Although this man lived for tens of thousands of years, just looking at the graves you can tell how he lived over the years.

"Hug, sorry!"

Abel took out a white handkerchief from his clothes to stop his tears and said aggrievedly: "Lord Morpheus once gave me and my brother a pet. We took care of it as if it were our own child, and it was our only comfort during the endless years of torture."

"But now, now..."

As Abel spoke, he started crying again, so sad that he couldn't utter a word.

Martin sighed, and then he couldn't say a word. He really didn't understand why Morpheus was so stubborn and had to rush to restore his dream in this way.

Now there are two more sad people, and this was clearly avoidable.

"Although I may be over 18, after something like this happened, I advise you to go out and hide."

Martin placed his hand on Duck Neck's shoulder and patted him twice. After hesitating for a while, he finally offered his suggestion.

"I saw murders on those tombstones. Although I don't understand your difficulties, you should try to avoid such things!"

"No, Cain is a good man! My brother loves me, but sometimes he can't control himself, and he doesn't want to do that."

Abel suddenly became brave and defended his brother.

"I can't leave at this time, otherwise he will collapse."

Martin did not say a second word of advice, after all, it was the other person's own business.

Abel was willing to take the risk of being killed to accompany his brother. What else could Martin, an outsider, say?

The two of them returned to the front of the house in silence. Only Morpheus stood outside the house. His eyes were also red. It was not an easy task for him to take back the life of the pet.

Cain did not show up, and he blamed Morpheus for going back on his word and taking away the few good things in his life.

Abel also had a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart, but he did not show it in front of Morpheus, and explained for Cain: "You did all this for the entire dream kingdom. I believe Cain will understand this sooner or later."

Go ahead, without waiting for Morpheus to answer, he turned and ran back to the house and closed the door tightly.

Murphys turned around and left silently without saying anything. After walking for more than ten minutes, he said to Martin, "I am sorry for them in this matter!"

"Have you ever thought about helping these brothers get rid of the curse on them?"

Martin directly asked the doubts in his mind. The two brothers must have lived in the dream for quite some time. Why didn't Morpheus help them solve this problem?

Murphys suddenly stopped, stared at Martin and said, "This is the lifestyle they chose themselves. How can I interfere with them?"

“They do live this way, but it’s not necessarily what they want or what they choose.”

Martin looked at Murphys's unresponsive face and questioned him, "You know what happened to them, so why do you think it was their own choice?"

Martin's question was so clear, but Murphys still had a calm expression, as if he didn't notice anything.

"Forget it, you are such a hopeless guy! I really shouldn't have any hope in you."

Martin shook his head and walked towards the palace alone without waiting for Morpheus.

Although the roads in dreams are always tortuous and even illusory, Martin has the authority to guide and can always find the way to the palace.

Even without Morpheus leading the way, he returned to the library first.

Butler Lucien and Crow were still staring at their memories, searching for the whereabouts of the woman who took away the three items.

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Martin was angered by Morpheus's indifference to the brothers Cain and Abel, so he pushed the door with more force, scaring the man and the bird in the library.

The crow flew to Martin and looked at him in anger. It asked with a smile, "There are only a few living beings left in the dream. Who made you so angry?"

"Of course it's your stubborn master. I've never seen anyone as inhuman as him."

Martin is not a bad guy, but the experience between brothers Cain and Abel is really hard not to be moved.

Morpheus clearly has the ability to end this tragedy, but he uses the excuse that "this is the brothers' own choice" and remains idly by, claiming to be neutral, which in fact allows their tragedy to continue to spread.

"This is my country. I don't need to explain to you what I want to do."

Murphys followed in and heard everything Martin said clearly, and launched a strong verbal counterattack.

Martin was not polite: "But the mouth is on my body, and what I want to say is my own business. Do you want to do something to me?"

Martin certainly couldn't deal with Morpheus in his complete state.

But Morpheus is now weak, and Martin has the blessing of death. Otherwise, if a fight really breaks out, it is still unknown who will win.

"No need, no need!"

Upon seeing this, Crow and Lucien quickly stood between the two men, waving and smiling, continuing to prevent their verbal conflict from turning into physical confrontation.

"Humph, with your attitude, this trouble is over, but next time you will face a greater danger, who will come to help you?"

Martin did not argue with Murphys. He just calmly brought up this matter and then said nothing more.

Seeing this, Morpheus did not continue to argue with Martin. He said to his butler and crow follower: "In order to find out the whereabouts of the three props as soon as possible, I am going to meet the three goddesses of fate. Before that, I want to prepare a gift for them that they cannot refuse."

"As for Martin, if you are willing to follow, I welcome you. If you don't want to do these things, then leave."

"You have the blessing of death, so leaving the dream is not a difficult task for you."

"Since you have enhanced your power, why don't you just extract the useful information from Alex's dream? Why do you have to take him to see the goddess of fate and take such a detour?"

Martin wondered if Murphys had done it on purpose.

The goddess of fate is not a wish-granting machine. Even if you offer them a sacrifice that satisfies them, all you will get is a vague answer, not a precise direction.

"This is my dream. It's my decision as to what I want to do. You don't need to tell me what to do."

Murphys is now like a teenager in his rebellious period. He doesn't even think about whether Martin's suggestion is reasonable or not. He just opposes it because he doesn't like Martin's behavior just now.

"Well, there are indeed many ways to solve a problem, but the purpose of solving the problem often affects our final choice."

Martin restrained his emotions and did not continue to argue with him: "You know this truth very well. I hope you can make a calm judgment and not be influenced by me."

After saying that, Martin grabbed the book that the butler and Crow had read before. He once again activated the authority in his body and used the power of guidance to separate the images in Alex's dream one by one, and found the name he needed.

"That's it. If I find out where that woman is, I'll let you know."

Martin waved the message in his hand to Morpheus, pushed open a door beside him, opened the way to reality, and walked directly in.

Morpheus watched Martin's decisive actions without saying a word, and only prepared a gift for the goddess of fate after he left.

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