Hill looked at the man. Thousands of thoughts rushed through his mind for a moment. As if he couldn't decide whether what he saw was reality or a dream. Hill stupidly stretched out his hand towards the fire, and the blazing fireworks burned in the palm of his hand.

The intense pain caused Hill to wake up.

That's not a dream.

That night was not a dream, but an absolute reality. In that stormy night, the man really arrived, arriving in a way that Hill could not understand.

A visitor from a nightmare.

Hill wanted to say something, but there were too many words he wanted to say, and they were stuck in his throat. He could only make a meaningless whimper, like a wounded beast wailing, or like desperate people crying.

The intense sadness almost overwhelmed Hill's sanity, and everything he cherished and loved fell apart after the arrival of the man.

The silence between the two lasted for a long time, the man waited patiently and enjoyed it.

The man liked Hill's expression at this moment. The firelight reflected the undulations and contours of his facial muscles, which were full of intoxicating madness, as well as the emotions emanating from Hill's soul. They were as hot as this ball of fireworks.

.

Pain, sadness, despair, hatred...

The man was satisfied with everything Hill showed. Even standing next to Hill and smelling the emotional breath would make him feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Oh my god..."

Hill let out a desperate cry, but then he looked at the man in front of him with hatred, as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

It's really infuriating.

Hill clenched his fists, trying to smash that delicate and beautiful face, but he was still a child and too short. Even if he stretched out his hands, he could only barely reach the man's chest.

"You look angry," the man asked confused, "Did I do something wrong?"

Hill said, "You...you caused this."

"Me?" The man laughed, "I didn't do anything. At most I just... gave you some suggestions."

"Don't you realize it yet? Hill, it's you who really make up your mind to do it. I just gave you a little push."

The man looked at Hill's hands and continued, "Just use these hands to kill him with your own hands."

He deliberately leads Hill to madness, "How does it feel to kill your father?"

Hill's eyes were filled with fire, hiding madness. Seeing this, the man laughed even louder.

"You are actually glad, Hill, that I am real, so that you can attribute your tragedy to me instead of blaming yourself."

Men are so good at this, it is really easy to induce a child's will to collapse.

For Hill, this is a time of despair, but for the man, it is just a leisurely and elegant way to pass the time during his long journey.

Men like to watch others go from sobriety to sinking, falling into hysterical madness due to the huge cognitive gap in reality.

"Yes, that's it. Human beings are like this. It's obvious that you made the decision yourself, but you don't have the courage to bear the consequences of the decision, and in turn, you inflict hatred on me."

The man showed a troubled expression, "What do you want to say? Hill."

Hill was silent, and the flames burned peacefully.

The fires made crackling sounds from time to time. Under the cover of night, there were many such fires. The epidemic took too many lives. Everyone set up fires one after another and threw in the corpses of the disease one after another.

, like a primitive and crazy sacrificial ceremony.

The cold night wind was driven away, and the warm air blew over Hill's cheek. He was too close to the fire, and sparks splashed on his face from time to time, causing a heart-wrenching sting.

But this warmth disappeared with the arrival of the man. The silent cold wind passed by, and the blazing fireworks began to sway violently. The fire collapsed step by step, raising large amounts of ashes.

People walked past Hill and the man, thinking that the night wind had extinguished the fire, and threw more wood into it, but no matter how they tried to save it, the fireworks were irreversibly extinguished.

The firelight dimmed little by little, and the man's face also fell into darkness. Hill couldn't see his face clearly, but Hill knew that he was smiling, as if everyone was a fool, a toy,

A very contemptuous smile.

The man's laughter gradually became distorted and distorted, "Look, Hill, you can't find anything to refute my words, can you?"

Hill stared straight into the darkness. The man was right. He was just giving advice. He was the one who really took action. When he thought of this fact, Hill felt a tearing pain, like

It felt like his body was being torn in half.

"I...I'm going to kill you."

The sound filled the air from Hill's throat, like a mist full of poisonous resentment.

"There are many people who tried to kill me, but they all failed," the man said. "Do you think you will be the special one?"

Hill did not respond, but just stared at the man with an almost sick look. He could no longer listen to anything else. One thing the man said was right. During this time, Hill was almost overwhelmed by his own guilt.

The arrival of the man seemed to bring the hope of hatred, freeing Hill from his own blame.

"Then we can make a bet."

The man stretched out his pale palm towards Hill, with dark capillaries all over the skin. What was wrapped under the black robe seemed to be a rotting corpse.

"Want to bet? Hill, just bet on whether you can kill me."

Hill clenched his fists. He wanted to accept the appointment. At the same time, the man in front of him changed. The thick darkness expanded from his body, carrying the roaring wind. They spread wantonly and blew out all the surrounding people.

fire.

Darkness descended and swallowed up all the light.

"Make your decisions carefully."

The man shouted, his voice rolling like thousands of thunder sounds exploding in Hill's ears.

Hill understood that men were absolutely extraordinary beings. He might be the evil demon in myths and stories, but he was just a child, an ordinary mortal. Could he really have the ability to kill men?

Could this bet be some kind of evil trap, leading to a more miserable ending?

Hill thought quickly. The man said that all the decisions came from him, but he also said that he gave himself a gentle push. That crucial little boost was like the first falling domino.

Like this, it led Hill to a completely different fate.

Thinking rationally, Hill's best decision is to ignore the man's bet. As long as he rejects him, he will not fall into the trap, but...but can he really accept such an ending?

Put aside your anger and hatred?

How can this be!

Hill's eyes were red. Everything he cherished had been burned and destroyed in the fireworks. This was the only thing he had in the world.

"There's nothing to care about," Hill yelled, "Okay!"

Hill tried to grab the man's hand and conclude the bet, but just as his hands were within reach, a dazzling white light tore through the darkness.

Thunder several meters wide spanned the night sky and hit the man accurately. It was like an angry divine punishment. The exploding thunder light was surrounded by flying sparks. Hill only felt the oncoming impact, and then he was knocked over and fell into

into the newly extinguished fire.

The hot ashes burned Hill's body, and the burning pain made him shed tears. People screamed and screamed all around, and they fled in panic. At the same time, more lightning arrived, and a thunderstorm suddenly came.

, vowing to crush all evil in this place.

In the rolling ashes, Hill could only curl up as much as possible. He mustered up the courage to look directly at the shining light. In his eyes blurred by tears, he could see large bright spots.

In the chaotic thunder, the man's heavy black robe was torn to pieces, and his figure was extremely clear in the thunder. Above the sky, another figure wrapped in wind and thunder roared towards him.

It's like a battle between gods.

Each thunderbolt was enough to split the rocks, but when it landed on the man, it only triggered bursts of black mist. He couldn't feel the slightest pain, but instead laughed wildly.

Hill didn't know the outcome of the battle. Among the thousands of ejected arcs, one such slender one hit Hill. The burning pain was like a sword piercing his chest. Hill immediately fainted and gradually died out.

In his field of vision, he saw a figure wrapped in lightning, holding a light blade, and pierced the man's chest with a sword.

The man did not die. In the short time after the light blade hit, his figure began to disintegrate, and finally turned into sticky tar, dripping all over the ground, as if the evil and twisted liquid was his essential existence.

The hazy consciousness slowly condensed as time passed. When Hill woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day. Hill's expression was a little dazed and he became at a loss.

It took a few seconds for Hill to recall what happened last night. He touched his chest in horror, and his palm was stained with large amounts of blood, and he felt a sharp pain.

Hill coughed painfully and looked around. The familiar mountains and fields had become devastated. Big trees were overturned and burned, and their roots had broken through the soil, as if they had been pulled out by a huge force. Countless huge pits were spread across the earth.

It was like intensive artillery fire plowing across the ground.

"you're awake?"

Another voice sounded next to Hill, and Hill nodded in response. He didn't expect that he would survive. Then he turned his head and saw the person standing next to him.

He was a young man, with a handsome face that was weathered, like a traveler who had come a long way, and his eyes were full of exhaustion.

Under the dark green shawl, there is silver-white mail, woven with gold threads interspersed at the corners of the clothing, extending to the cuffs, with a faint halo reflecting on the metal, flowing with a strange glow.

The young man asked, "You made a bet with him, didn't you?"

Hill hesitated and nodded. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable closeness to the young man in front of him. Hill answered all his questions.

"Yes, he...he made all of this."

Hill's voice couldn't stop shaking as he recalled that tragic memory, full of resentment and anger.

The young man seemed to know Hill's experience. He nodded, threw a potion, and said, "Drink it, we still have a long way to go."

Hill was stunned, "We?"
To be continued...