The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

'Is this really possible? He... is still a child...'

'Do you want the village to continue like this?'

'Can…'

"No buts! If you want to cause everyone to be killed by that female ghost, just let her go!"

One of the male voices stopped talking, and there was a rustling sound around him, as if something was being moved.

The tinkling sound of bells came from far away and woke up the young man trapped on the high platform.

In the hazy vision, the sunlight above was scorching and dazzling, and the crowd under the platform was bustling, as if all of them were gathered under the platform.

Ding-ling Ding-ling

The bells hung with red strings rang one after another, and the piercing sound made the boy's ears and nose bleed.

It hurts a lot. My whole body hurts.

Although he was clearly under the scorching sun, his body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, cold to the bone.

'Tick tock, tick tock'

There was a sound of water in his ears. The boy turned his head with difficulty and glanced at his bound limbs. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

The blood was flowing, drop by drop falling along the altar, and the winding red line spread far away.

The boy was tied up, bled, and exposed to the sun for a long time, so long that he kept fainting and waking up, and became somewhat confused.

"Stop making noise, it's coming!"

Suddenly, a low roar cleared up all the noise from the audience.

A gust of cold wind blew by, piercing the people below and making them tremble all over.

But they dared not move, nor look, they just hung their heads in fear, pretending to be innocent, waiting for the torture to end, waiting for the ghost to fall into the trap.

'Mo'er!'

'Ah! Let him go! Let him go! Muer!'

The cold wind carried the woman's screams, and the black mist gradually faded under the scorching sun.

This group of ghost energy constantly collided with the red ropes wrapped around the platform, and the bells rang in the wind, becoming more and more frequent.

'mother'

'Escape'

The boy was unable to speak. Due to long-term exposure to the sun and lack of water, his throat was so dry that his vocal cords were damaged.

He focused his vision with difficulty, looked at the ghost energy outside the red line, and shook his head vigorously to signal the other party to flee.

However, the reality went against their wishes. The people who set up the barrier calculated that the female ghost could not bear to see her young child suffer and would definitely fall into the trap.

As he wished, the red rope broke and the female ghost entered the formation.

'mother!'

The female ghost risked her life to cut the ropes that bound his hands and feet. The young man stumbled to his feet and tried to destroy the formation, but it was in vain.

"Mu'er, live! Live!"

The female ghost only had time to reach out and touch her son's eyebrows before she was pierced by the powerful magic light. She screamed and her soul flew away in the scorching sun formation.

The young man knelt on the platform, but his weak body could not support his waist and abdomen, so he fell straight down.

His eyes were dead silent, staring at the audience from an inverted perspective.

There were many familiar faces, those who used to laugh and talk, those who used to be friendly, now they were of different appearances, but they were all silent and hung their heads, as if they could not bear to see the child suffer.

The young man's bloodshot eyes memorized the faces of these people one by one in his heart, never to be forgotten!

'mother!'

"mother!"

"Mu'er, mother is here, but are you having a nightmare?"

"My dear, look at the tears on your face..."

You Mu suddenly woke up from the nightmare, his eyes blurred with tears. In the water curtain, his mother's face overlapped vaguely, and then gradually became clear...

Mrs. You felt heartbroken when she saw this. She reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her son's face, then held him in her arms and comforted him gently and patiently as always.

It was also her fault. She was so busy with the old lady's birthday celebration at the master's house that she came back so late.

"Be good, Mu'er. Mom is here! Don't cry, Mom is back."

"...Mother?" The gentle tone brought You Mu back to reality. He blinked, and excess tears overflowed. His vision began to clear, and consciousness gradually returned.

How long has it been since I dreamed of those past events...

"Well, mother is back. What kind of nightmare did you have? Dreams are always the opposite of what they actually are. Don't believe them easily." Mrs. You stroked her son's hair to calm him down.

"Mom, I missed you, and the dream was bad!"

The silly young master was stunned for a while, then suddenly threw himself into Mrs. You's arms and burst into tears.

"It's okay, Mu'er has grown up. Even a bad dream is just a dream. Don't be afraid."

Mrs. You was startled, then bent her eyebrows and tried to comfort her. She thought that Muer must have had a very long and terrible nightmare, which was why she was crying so sadly.

But only God knows that it is not a dream.

That was... a real scene that happened to the villain.

Tiandao had gone to see You Mu's past, but no matter how he described it in those plain and straightforward words, it was not as empathetic as this extremely real nightmare.

It really felt the silent despair and wailing from the young boy You Mu in the dream.

It was also the first time that it saw You Mu cry so sadly, partly for the role he played, and partly... for himself.

After spending so much time with You Mu, Tiandao could no longer treat every character with the same mindset as before. In its eyes, these characters became vivid and lively people, rather than a concept or a definition.

At this moment, Tiandao suddenly didn't understand the meaning of the birth of the protagonist and the villain in the world. Was it simply to give birth to richer life and content in the small world?

Or, are the villains’ sorrow and misfortune merely intended to shape them into villains, thereby paving the way for the protagonist’s birth and laying the foundation for the protagonist’s growth?

The way of heaven suddenly became unclear, and the past beliefs completely collapsed at this moment.