Day of Imprisonment

The room was very quiet.

The flames in the fireplace had returned to normal.

Lin Qiqi stared at the blind witch with a very strange expression, then looked at Luo Xi, giving Luo Xi a look that seemed to ask, 'What's going on?'

Luo Xi quickly returned a 'I don't know' look.

As for Cinderella, the current plot was completely different from what Luo Xi had told her before.

But she was a smart girl.

She knew that now was not the time for her to ask questions, so she yawned, looking like she was going to sleep in the inner room.

However, as soon as she entered the room, she perked up, put her ear against the wooden door, her face full of 'gossip'.

In the room, only Luo Xi, the blind witch, Lin Qiqi, and Crazy Lion remained.

Obviously, the latter two had no intention of leaving.

Lin Qiqi suspected that the blind witch was playing tricks, so of course she had to stay to find out what was going on, and at the same time, be vigilant, so that she could take action as soon as a problem arose.

Crazy Lion didn't have so many thoughts.

He was just standing here because Luo Xi hadn't told him to leave.

From the current situation, it could be roughly seen that the blind witch knew Luo Xi.

However, in her perception, Luo Xi was not Luo Xi, but 'Wei Si'.

After figuring this out, Luo Xi thought of many possibilities, but he still needed to verify them.

"Let's sit down and talk," Luo Xi said, sitting in a chair near the fireplace.

This position was very comfortable and warm.

The blind witch's eyes gleamed with a faint light.

This was magic generated by some kind of spell.

"Do you know me?"

Luo Xi decided to sort things out from the beginning.

Because in the current situation, he really hadn't anticipated this.

Even if the most peculiar possibility was that the blind witch knew him, she should still call him Luo Xi, not by the name 'Wei Si'.

Luo Xi was very clear that he was not Wei Si.

Wei Si was an existence whose identity was currently unknown, and who may have created this place called the Day of Imprisonment.

Powerful, and hostile!

"Of course I know you, Wei Si!" The blind witch's tone was very certain.

"The second question is, you call me Wei Si, did I tell you this name? In your eyes, who am I?" Luo Xi continued to ask.

"Of course you said it... You are Wei Si, the creator of this false world, the source of all suffering and pain," the blind witch said with hatred and hostility in her voice.

And the fact was that no matter how you looked at it, she didn't seem to be lying.

Luo Xi could see through all lies.

If what she said was true, then there was a possibility.

The name 'Wei Si' was told to the blind witch by the past self.

But why would the past self do this?

To transfer hatred?

But doing so was meaningless, except...

"Then, what else did I tell you?" Luo Xi needed more clues to sketch out a truth about 'Fairy Tale Town'.

The blind witch had a strange look on her face, she was carefully observing Luo Xi, and didn't answer the question immediately.

"You are not quite the same as in the past," she said.

"What kind of person was I in the past?" Luo Xi asked, following her lead.

"Friend, teacher, creator, liar... enemy!" After thinking for a while, the blind witch said several nouns that seemed unlikely to be related to describe him, because some of these words clearly seemed contradictory.

How could it be possible to be both a friend and an enemy?

Luo Xi didn't ask about this matter, but let the blind witch continue to speak.

If his guess was correct, and this blind witch said that 'Wei Si' was the name he told her, then her identity was actually similar to 'Teacher Han'.

It was a 'fragment of memory'.

However, she definitely didn't know this herself.

Luo Xi was observing the blind witch, and the blind witch was also observing Luo Xi with her special vision.

In fact, even though it looked like she had condensed two pupils with magic, what she actually saw was still different from normal.

Magic pupils could see the text of spells, the outlines of flames and some objects, and she could only see a blurry shadow of people's appearance. Everyone's shadow was different, especially someone she had seen before, someone who had left a very deep impression in her memory, of course she couldn't forget.

'Wei Si' was one of them.

Moreover, he was the most important person in her heart.

From the time she was born, she was blind.

A blind person who couldn't see anything.

However, she couldn't see nothing at all.

She could see some strange text.

In addition to seeing some strange text, she would also often inexplicably hear some strange whispers.

Strange text and strange whispers accompanied her memory, making her feel that all of this was normal.

In her long-ago memories, there was pain, the hardship of life, and the humiliation of others, until one day, someone called her and told her that her mother had accidentally fallen off a cliff and died.

At that moment, she felt like the sky had fallen.

But she was blind and couldn't do anything.

She could only learn the words of a nun in the town: "When you feel unhappy, then pray, so that God will hear you, and when you are pious enough, God will lend you a hand."

So, she began to pray piously.

From that day on, she felt she could see more bizarre words and hear clearer whispers.

Until one day, she subconsciously imitated the eerie tones in the whispers and uttered a string of sounds.

Almost the next moment, she heard her mother's voice.

She thought she had misheard.

Or, gone mad.

Because a few days ago, someone had said she was being eccentric all day, like a little madwoman.

But soon, her mother hugged her and said many things to her.

Although her mother's embrace was not as warm as it used to be, even a little strangely cold, she didn't care.

As long as her mother could come back, that was all that mattered.

In fact, her previous devout prayers were to bring her mother back to her side.

After all, she was her only relative.

As long as her mother could come back, a little coldness was fine.

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But happiness was short-lived. Soon, screams came from all around, as if someone had discovered her and her mother. Along with the women's screams, she heard more and more footsteps. So screams rose and fell, mixed with the men's conversations and curses.

"Undead!"

"Corpse!"

"A monster risen from the dead!"

These words were like sharp knives, piercing into her ears.

The people around seemed to be cursing her mother.

She didn't know what was happening. She was terrified, but fortunately, she had her mother's embrace.

At that moment, she felt like she was the happiest child in the world.

But the next second, she heard a bang. Along with the vibration of her body, she felt like something had hit her mother, and that vibration immediately transmitted to her.

"Beat her to death!"

"We must cut off the undead's head, otherwise, this monster will come back."

"Yes, not only cut off the head, but also burn it."

"What about this blind girl?"

"Burn her together. She's a witch. This monster was summoned by her."

The curses around her were very noisy, more chaotic and shrill than any market.

At this moment, she was very scared, but her mother's embrace was safe. Perhaps it was an illusion, but she seemed to hear her mother gently say to her: "Don't be afraid, child. Mother is here."

She wanted to say something, but it seemed someone rushed up and forcibly separated her from her mother.

So she began to cry and scream. Someone hit her. She was in pain and very scared, but she couldn't see anything, and she couldn't do anything.

No one cared about her crying and screaming.

The surrounding curses and cheers drowned out the voice of a little girl.

She felt beaten up and then tied up. There were sounds of people walking around, and the sound of firewood being piled up.

She tried to reach out and touch her surroundings. As expected, she touched wood and dry grass. There were a lot of them. She continued to touch, and touched a cold hand.

It was her mother's hand.

She could tell, because there was a scar on her mother's hand, but at this moment, her mother's hand was very cold and a little stiff.

She continued to touch upwards, but when she reached her shoulder and above, she couldn't feel anything.

"Where is mother's head?"

At this moment, her mind was full of confusion.

Of course, she thought of a possibility, because just now she heard someone say that they were going to cut off her mother's head.

"Did they really do that?"

"Why?"

At this moment, besides fear, she was also very angry.

She was filled with resentment, because someone had cut off her mother's head.

Who was it?

Anger replaced fear at this moment. She stared at her surroundings. But in reality, she was blind and couldn't see anything. But at this moment, she clearly saw some figures, many figures, and each figure was shouting and cursing violently.

In addition, she could also see a name above each figure's head.

However, the names were written in that strange script. At the same time, a gust of wind blew, and along with the wind, she vaguely heard the whisper she often heard.

The whisper was saying, repeat after me, add their names.

She did as she was told.

Then, every time she recited the 'name' above a figure's head, that shadow would fall apart and then disappear.

At this moment, the crowd around her became more and more noisy, but all of them were screams of fear. It seemed that the crowd was fleeing in fear, crying and shouting.

She laughed.

She continued to recite until she could no longer see anyone's name in that blurry vision.

The surroundings were silent.

The previous noisy sounds were like a dream.

She could probably guess that those who cursed her and cut off her mother's head were all dead.

Then, she saw another blurry figure. There seemed to be words above this figure's head as well.

She subconsciously wanted to recite it, but she found that she couldn't recite the words above this person's head. The name was constantly changing, and she couldn't capture the definite sounds.

This had never happened before.

The other party walked up to her and seemed to utter some strange exclamations.

Such as 'Unbelievable,' 'How can there be such natives in the scenario?', 'Very interesting!' and the like.

Then, the other party squatted down and patted her shoulder.

She felt fear again and subconsciously asked, "Are you going to cut off my head?"

The other party smiled and replied, "No, I want to be friends with you!"