After the global recovery I crossed

Boom boom boom!

A half lying on the ground like a sleeping child.

His shadow was reflected on the wall, raising a hammer that came out of nowhere.

Thump like crazy!

The sharp wild laughter became louder and louder!

Suddenly, the child's eyelids trembled.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

The shiny sucker moves away from the heart, and the hungry shadow exits unwillingly.

And other voices sounded like the roar of a wild beast, like the mad murmur of a human being, wandering between the child's frowning brows incessantly.

The child opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a bright light in the dark eyes.

So all the voices stopped, only the last strange smile left.

The child——Lin Xingtao stared at the silver armor in hand, and stood up.

In the reflection of the armor, he saw himself, a young child.

Short brown hair, slightly curly, fair skin, relatively thin, and a face that is not as plump as a child's.

child?He was a little dazed.

The powerlessness all over his body made his thoughts a little dull.

But he also realized that this was not his own body.

The child was wearing a blue and white dress that looked like a navy shirt. The collar was tilted to one side, revealing the thin gold chain around his neck.

Looking down, his lower body is covered with black cropped trousers and delicate brown leather boots, and the upper end of the white socks reveals white tender but dust-stained skin.

He raised his hands again, and from these thin and soft hands, he judged that the age of this body was absolutely young, maybe around nine years old.

Nine years old!

Lin Xingtao didn't know what to say.

He once thought that he would experience shrinking age again, falling from the sky, and being powerless, but he never thought that he would enter someone else's body, and he was still a child's body!

He couldn't feel the existence of the original child, and in his perception, there was an oppressive emptiness all around.

Since it is someone else's body, there is naturally no flow of true energy in the body.

He squeezed a spell, and the palm of his hand was only slightly numb, instead of shooting out a bolt of lightning.

This world is worse than the earth, and the power of cultivation has been suppressed to a terrifying level.

However, this may also be related to the different power systems, just like how the world looks like it has nothing to do with oriental fantasy and self-cultivation, but it seems to have a lot to do with swords and magic and western fantasy - of course, it is also possible that this is a Ordinary western world.

Lin Xingtao looked at the surrounding environment.

It is true that no modern elements can be seen, and everything around seems to be stripped from oil paintings, full of classical Western luxury and elegance.

Behind him was a spiral staircase with exquisite railings. At this time, he was standing in the corner under the stairs, with a set of silver armor standing by his hand.

As he looked up, the stairs felt extraordinarily large—he was short now.

He retracted his gaze and looked ahead.

In front of it is a wall inlaid with white wainscoting, with golden and luxurious wall decorations.

A portrait of an old man hangs in the middle. The old man has his eyes closed and his expression is serene, bringing an inexplicable sense of silence to this corner.

The floor tiles under the feet showed a warm yellow color, extending into the darkness in the distance, where there seemed to be a statue of an angel, with a pair of outstretched wings reflected on the complicated curtain fluttering in the wind.

Staring at the swaying shadow, Lin Xingtao was thinking: where does my memory inherit?

It's the kind of soul wear that pours thoughtful service into your mind, and immediately understands your own name and whatnot.

Or it can be in the form of seeing something and related memory fragments flash in your mind.

However, nothing.

Feeling empty minded.

Lin Xingtao walked forward sadly.

His little leather shoes stepped on the floor tiles, rattling.

Da da da--

The same voice came from the stairs.

The footsteps were hurried and cautious.

Soon, the owner of the footsteps passed by Lin Xingtao.

It was a boy slightly older than Lin Xingtao, wearing clothes similar to Lin Xingtao but darker in color.

The boy's pale face was surrounded by golden and soft curly hair, and his facial features were impeccable as if carefully crafted by God.

Just as he was about to run towards the angel statue in a hurry, he stopped suddenly and looked to the side.

"Louis?" His tone was a little surprised.

A pair of lake-green eyes looked around, and then he grabbed Lin Xingtao's hand.

"Why didn't you hide, she is going to find us!"

The language he spoke was not Chinese, but a beautiful and coherent language, but Lin Xingtao could understand it.

Lin Xingtao opened his mouth, and the same language came out naturally.

"I'm hiding..."

Compared with the gentleness of the blond boy, his voice was clearer and louder.

The boy was taken aback by this, and quickly raised his fingers and hissed.

"Hide with me."

At this moment, footsteps were heard in the distance.

The boy grabbed Lin Xingtao and turned around the stairs. Outside the stairs was the hall, with a long table covered with tablecloths in the center and a gorgeous and bright chandelier on top.

The boy flusteredly dragged Lin Xingtao under the long table.

The white thick but translucent tablecloth firmly blocked them, and even the sounds outside became much more muffled.

Almost as soon as they got in, a group of people approached.

"Dingling bell—" It seemed that someone shook the bell.

Lin Xingtao heard a female voice say, "Catrin, have you seen Master Lucas and Master Louis?"

The person named Catherine replied: "Just now I saw the young masters playing hide-and-seek with Miss Audrey."

"I saw the two young masters came back, but Miss Audrey seems to be still in the garden, so she won't be looking for her brothers all the time."

In the dark, the blond boy Lucas pursed his lips and smiled.

Lin Xingtao looked at the swaying feet outside the dining table, and thought to himself: So it was just playing hide-and-seek among the children, but unfortunately he thought it was some kind of exciting battle royale.

There are more and more feet outside the dining table, one pair and one pair.So many that Lin Xingtao wondered, are there really that many people?

Immediately, more and more shadows were reflected on the tablecloth.

A gust of wind blows through, and the shadows of the legs above the shoes are twisted and gradually intertwined, forming a strange shape——

At this moment, the sound of a distinctive high-heeled shoe sounded.

The tablecloth blown by the wind fell together with the sound of high heels, and the shadow returned to its original shape.

The maid preparing the meal said respectfully, "Ma'am, this is today's cream of mushroom soup."

The person referred to as Ma'am paused, then continued to approach.

The high heels stopped between Lin Xingtao and Lucas.

It was a pair of high-heeled shoes with a pointed toe and a narrow and curved body, small and beautiful.Because there are no laces, a pair of milk-white feet reveal delicate heels, which fall down gently.

"Click."

The gold inlaid heel of the shoe hit the floor tiles, which reflected the gorgeous skirt pattern.

Madam's soft and graceful voice slowly sounded from above:

"Where's my little Rose?"

The maid replied: "I saw it playing with the young masters and ladies in the garden before, but it is no longer there."

"I saw it come here," said the lady. "Where is it?"

"It's not upstairs, it's not behind the stairs, it's not in the hallway, it's not on the dinner table, it's not on the plate, it's not in people's bodies, it's not in the grave after death, oh I see."

"It's under the table."

The tablecloth was lifted.

But the madam didn't make the gesture of looking down, which might be a little impolite, she just bent down slightly, and the long skirt fell to the ground.

Holding the tablecloth with one hand, she took something on the table with the other.

"Ross, my good dog."

A slender and perfect hand stretched out and stopped right in front of Lin Xingtao's line of sight.

The white fingertips hold a piece of red flesh, which matches the nails dyed pink.

Is this feeding the dog?

Lin Xingtao stepped back so as not to spray his breath on this hand.

Lucas stared at the hand closely, with a weird expression on his face.

In the quiet waiting, the hand was held steadily like this, and it took a while.

The lady wondered, "Isn't it Rose?"

She shook the flesh on her finger, and coaxed gently: "Good dog, I know it's you, eat it quickly."

Lin Xingtao was thinking, since their two children are young masters, then this lady should be their mother.

Are they playing hide and seek with their sister, Audrey, and need to hide from their mother?

And just when he was thinking about crawling out from under the table, the blond boy suddenly put his elbows on the ground, climbed two steps, and put his head closer.

Under Lin Xingtao's shocked gaze, he opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked away the piece of flesh.

— like a dog.

Only then did the lady retract her fingers.

The lady smiled faintly.

The tablecloth was put down and everything was quiet again.

The rhythmic sound of high-heeled shoes gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of placing the plates above the head.

The maids were saying, "Is Rose under the table?"

"Ross is under your skirt! Hee hee!"

They laughed and laughed, and the aroma of food continued to spread.

"Lucas?" Lin Xingtao tried to ask in a low voice under the table.

Lucas turned his head, and the bright red juice from the chewed piece of fruit slowly flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

He smiled what could be called sweetness, and put his finger to his mouth as before.

His lips moved, as if he was kissing his fingers, or rubbing juice on them.

He said softly: "It must not be found."

Another gust of wind blew, this time it was a bit stronger, and the tablecloth was lifted, revealing the scene behind Lucas.

Lin Xingtao shook his hands.

A huge shadow loomed against Lucas's back.

It was as if time and space had blurred, and a pool of turquoise, strange pus-like substance trembled and dripped down.

A distorted, huge animal claw stepped on the pool of pus.

A certain cold feeling invaded the whole body along with the wind.

Lin Xingtao froze, he felt that there was something behind him.

Lucas covered his mouth.

Something cold, like a tentacle, wound around Lin Xingtao's neck.

The author has something to say: probably this kind of weird style.

Black feed the dog!