I, the Lord of the Fifth Heavenly Throne, flow out of all things!

And this was also calculated by Duanmulian in the interior scene.

He and his old father, having gone through a very long time together, are both complete old foxes and old villains.

Even though they hadn't met formally, they had already started fighting each other secretly.

"Margaret, the only one I have ever known."

The mercury snake turned its head and looked at the singularity that was parasitic in the Golden Demon City. At this moment, Mary was already sitting on the beach staring blankly at the sea. He sighed and said: "I sincerely hope that you can find your own meaning of existence."

Everyone has a meaning of existence in the world. The meaning of Mercury Snake's existence in the world, in addition to pursuing the endless unknown, is to sacrifice himself for Margaret, whom he deeply loves, and drown in her arms.

A person's life can be summarized into three stages.

Birth, process, end.

These three stages all have their own significance.

Regardless of the origin of the Mercury Snake, the process of his life is to explore the unknown and enjoy the unknown.

And the ending, naturally, was that he was buried in the arms of his beloved Margaret.

Both the process and the ending have meaning. Mercury Snake also hopes that Margaret can find out what kind of meaning she is longing for in the process of her life.

Therefore, based on this, Duanmulian's [dominance] seems quite convenient to the Mercury Snake.

"Hehehe, you're not a negative person."

Watching Duanmulian's soul falling into the core heart of the Golden Demon City, thinking about Duanmulian's domineering mercury snake, his eyes lit up slightly.

His heart's thirst for the unknown and the thoughts in his mind made him think of a method that he didn't know if it would come in handy.

Duanmulian's [creation], Wuhuan Tianyu Shenwu Reincarnation, does not in a specific sense turn everything into nothingness.

It is because he cannot find the meaning that he recognizes, the light in his heart, so he ignores everything around him that is meaningless to him.

But it also takes time to find and recognize meaning.

As long as Duanmulian keeps on being domineering, there will be no time for recognition. It will be a vicious circle.

But what will happen if Duanmu Lian finds the meaning that she approves of?

If Margaret becomes someone he recognizes as meaningful, what kind of impact will that have on him?

The Mercury Snake's inner desire for knowledge is expanding, and it is very curious about the unknown.

But unfortunately, the Mercury Snake cannot control people's hearts, especially those that have awakened their desire to become dominant.

If I follow this idea, my script will be disrupted a lot.

"I'll just watch it to the end. Whether it's a good unknown or a bad unknown, I'm looking forward to it."

After a period of painful struggle, the Mercury Snake gave up its exploration of the unknown.

But at this moment, there was still a hint of curiosity and a subtle vitality in his eyes.

Just as he said, he would watch this drama, which had unexpected developments, until the very end.

……

“Ahem—!”

Duanmulian finally broke free from the singularity of Dusk Beach, and after falling for less than a second, she landed on one knee on the ground.

He shook his head, stood up staggeringly, and then let out a breath.

To be honest, Duanmu Lian felt very insecure when she was face to face with Margaret.

Even if that woman had a good heart, as a seeker of truth, a light touch would be enough to crush her to death.

Today's guillotine blade has no scabbard to seal its ferocity.

The beheading curse will not be activated when Fujii Ren, who serves as the "sheath", is conscious.

Moreover, this beheading curse will be activated with a corresponding time difference in response to Margaret's will to increase its intensity.

In other words, even if the curse does not activate immediately, once it comes into contact, it will activate sooner or later as long as it follows Mary's will.

Even though Duanmu Lian knew that this dangerous woman was kind-hearted, she was unwilling to take the initiative to contact her.

"What have you done to me again?"

Duan Mulian looked around and frowned slightly.

Because what caught his eyes was a beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

The gentle breeze brought the spring sunshine and the fragrance of flowers. Feeling this tenderness from nature made Duan Mulian a little dazed for a moment.

In the past, seeing such beautiful scenery was nothing.

But this is the Golden Demon City, the Shura Road where fighting continues.

Anyone would find it strange to see such natural beauty that is incompatible with hell in hell, right?

Without a purpose or direction, Duanmulian looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above his head and walked around here casually.

He was sure that he was still in hell. This should be the Golden Demon City, which was also a special place.

Beneath the beauty before our eyes, there must be hidden evil and blood.

"O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum (Oh, the Christmas tree; Oh, the Christmas tree)"

Suddenly, a series of childish singing voices reached Duanmulian's ears.

He stopped, squinted his eyes and turned to look in the direction where the singing came from.

Over there, there were a few small figures gathered together, singing in childish voices.

"【Wie Treu Sind Deine Blatter (How loyal your leaves are!)】"

The song was sung in German, and Duanmulian was very familiar with it.

Because he had heard a little girl singing when he was a child.

This is a German folk Christmas carol.

Listening to this familiar song, he couldn't help but recall his past memories.

Following the sound of singing, I got closer and could clearly see a group of young and lovely children singing exotic songs with smiles on the other side of the flying petals.

There were both boys and girls among these children, probably about ten of them in total.

The boy and the girl are about the same age, and from the way they laugh and joke with each other you can tell they are very good friends.

Judging from their attire, the simple clothes and the traces of mending showed that they were not children from wealthy families.

But they are all very clean, and even though they are poor, you can feel the energy and vitality of these children.

“[Du Grünst Nicht Nur Zur Sommerzeit (You are not only green in summer)]”

"Nein, Auch Im Winter, Wenn Es Schneit (It's snowing in winter)"

At this moment, after Duanmulian approached, she could clearly hear the Christmas carols sung by this group of children with smiling expressions on their faces.

However, when he approached, the kids completely ignored him.

Or rather, there is no trace of him in my eyes.

Can't you see it?

Duanmulian thought so, but rejected it immediately the next moment.

No, it’s not that I can’t see him, it’s that I can’t respond to him.

Whether in the outside world or here, it is not Christmas.

Although this group of children were happy, in Duanmulian's eyes there was a stiffness as if mechanical gears were running.

It was as if they were like earthbound ghosts, constantly repeating something in this place.

"..."

Duanmulian looked at the group of children carefully, and a hint of coldness gradually revealed in her slightly narrowed eyes.

He raised his hand indifferently and waved it lightly.

puff--!

The head of one of the girls who was singing exploded, splattering a lot of blood and brain matter.

Even an eyeball rolled down to Duanmulian's feet.

However, even though the child's head was blown off and only her jaw and tongue were visible, she still clapped her hands and played with others normally.

This time, the weird atmosphere completely shattered the harmonious and friendly scene before their eyes.

After all, it is terrifying no matter how you look at a child with his head blown up and only half his mouth left singing normally.

This scene also confirmed Duanmulian's guess that these children were bound here like earthbound ghosts, and kept repeating something.

Although the environment is beautiful, the essence of this place is still hell.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Duanmulian caught a glimpse of silver in the sea of ​​flowers from the corner of her eye.

Looking closely, it was a little girl who was sleeping there curled up with her ears covered and eyes closed.

The other person's posture looked like he was having a nightmare, or as if he was rejecting everything around him, so he made this insecure self-protection gesture.

"Himero... Reia?"

Duanmu Lian came to the little girl sleeping in the sea of ​​flowers and saw clearly that the person sleeping there was none other than Bingshi Reia, whom he met when he was a child.

Why is she here?

Why did he become a child?

All kinds of doubts lingered in Duanmu Lian's heart.

"Well……"

Hearing someone calling her name, Himuro Reia's young body shrank, and then she let out a frightened whimper.

"Ice room."

Duanmulian raised her hand and gently shook the girl's shoulders, removed the hand that was covering her ears, and called her softly.

The familiar voice made Himuro Reia's eyelids tremble slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

In my ears, I can still hear the 'terrible' Christmas carols.

But before her, a familiar figure appeared.

"Fujii...kun?"

Himuro Reia stared blankly at the young man with blue hair and blue eyes in front of her. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was an illusory dream or a cruel reality.

"Duan Mu Lian, this is my name, let me say this is a belated self-introduction."

Duan Mulian shook her head gently, her eyes like stubborn ice, and whispered in an indifferent and cold tone.

He also didn't expect to meet Himuro Reia again in this damn place.

Although I don’t know why the other party turned into a child, the soul cannot be fake here.

"Duanmu..."

Himuro Reia sat on the ground in a duck-like posture with a somewhat dazed expression.

Listening to the words of the young man in front of her and experiencing this familiar feeling of getting along, she immediately realized that the person in front of her was not the Fujii-kun in her impression.

But this feeling...

"……is it you?"

Himuro Reia tilted her head back and asked in a trembling and hoarse voice.

Duanmulian, who was half squatting on the ground, did not explain anything. She just tugged at her torn shirt with a calm expression, revealing a scar.

That scar is... a gunshot wound.

Seeing the bullet scar, Himuro Reia was a little dazed.

She had a lot to say, but so much that she couldn't express it, because both her thoughts and her heart were too complicated at the moment.

"I should be a little happier to see you again."

Duan Mulian turned her head and looked at the scene of a headless child playing with other children not far away. She shook her head helplessly and sighed: "But seeing you again in this ghost place, I really don't feel good at all."