After leaving the world of all NPCs

The road surface began to soften and deform, like a giant piece of black chewing gum, pulling the scattered remains of the dolls into the depths.

The bench by the roadside was like a giant insect that had come to life, twisting its body and wrapping itself around the deformed vending machine doll next to it. The metal and wood were forcibly stitched together in the chaotic energy.

Everything is losing its boundaries and being forcibly stitched together, turning into a fused chaos with no distinction between each other, mixed materials, and twisted and wriggling forms.

The entire street turned into a stomach that was digesting everything!

Streams of tainted energy surged through the fusion gaps, making a sickening sizzling sound.

"Oh?"

Ye Zuochen still stood there, his voice ringing clearly with a hint of genuine surprise.

The giant frog doll shattered and disappeared like a phantom.

The light beam from the "Fake Witch" scattered meaninglessly the moment it touched his body, just like water hitting an invisible reef. Within a hundred meters around him, the pedestrians had already left, and the entire street seemed to be kneaded together like colorful plasticine.

——Mirror flowers and water moons.

The power of the [Qingming Creation Talisman] after it enlightens the [Prajna Wisdom Sword] can control the six senses and construct illusions.

Everything Qi Zui saw was just an immersive nightmare woven for her by Ye Zuochen.

Before she activated the angel, the real street was quietly controlled by Ye Zuochen's power, and all the pedestrians avoided it in an orderly manner.

Her anger, her despair, her reversal...

It's like a one-man show on a carefully set stage, where the actors are immersed in it but the audience knows what's going on.

"Seven Sins... actually turned around?" Ye Zuochen exclaimed in surprise. "It's incredible. Her personality, to some extent, can be said to be the king of stress resistance, and yet she was forced to this point of reversal."

"Little Leaf!" Alicia said directly, "You've gone too far! You're simply playing with a girl's heart. I'm angry! Very, very angry! Now, immediately, right now! I need Little Leaf to comfort me!"

Ye Zuochen was speechless: "My Ai Li is angry? This is really a huge sin. Tell me, how do you want me to comfort you?"

"It's easy!" Alicia's voice immediately became cheerful, with a hint of willfulness. "Go and rescue that poor little girl, the Seven Sins, crying in the mirror, like a real prince, beautiful and handsome! Do it in a gorgeous way! Make her feel full of hope and love, okay?"

"Yes, my princess." Ye Zuochen chuckled and turned his gaze back to the chaos that was merging in the distance.

"Xiao Ye," Eden's voice, slightly tipsy and magnetic, sounded. She had obviously learned from Erya's "The Whispering Book" all the sufferings of the Seven Sins as humans, as well as the reason for the spirit's reversal. "Deceptive tricks may temporarily capture prey, but they can never win a true heart. The only thing that can gain true heart is true heart itself."

This statement was recognized by all the women present.

To be honest, this time it was indeed a bit too much, forcing Nana Sin to have a reversal.

However, they could not say that Ye Zuochen had made any big mistake.

perhaps……

It can only be said that Ye Zuochen was the last straw that broke the camel's back for the Seven Sins.

Ye Zuochen didn't feel the slightest bit guilty, but instead asked, "Who said I was lying to Qiqi?"

All the women were stunned.

Isn't it an obvious scam?

A forged identity, a fabricated past, and forcibly evoked painful memories, aren't all these deceptions?

Ye Zuochen ignored their confusion and simply said, "Kuang San, send me to the month before Nana Sin turned into a spirit."

……

Curled up in the cold thorn cradle of the "Locked Mirror Punishment", Nanashi's tiny body was like a frozen baby bird.

The charred iron cabinet blocked out any external light, leaving only a faint green phosphorescence seeping from the inner wall of the torture instrument, illuminating the squirming curse words sewn onto her tattered paper robe.

The swamp of memory began to surge.

Father's face?

Blank.

Mother's face?

There is only a mass of inky black that cannot be dissolved.

The woman in my memory - Kagamino ■■, always looks restless and irritable, and even looking at her seems unnecessary.

At first, the strange insults were like broken notes, difficult to hear clearly, but the surging anger, the fists and objects that hit her head and face, told her clearly -

That's not a nice thing to say.

It's my own fault.

She was so angry because she was not good enough and not obedient enough.

The small figure does housework clumsily, trying hard to curl up and hide his presence, learning to be a "good child".

But the storm never stopped.

Qishi could only hide himself more thoroughly, like a tiny insect, clinging to the cracks in the rocks, praying that the storm would pass quickly.

Even if you are hit by the occasional raindrop, it is better than facing a hurricane that can tear everything apart.

"It's so ugly."

■■Often staring at her face and uttering cold words.

Nanashi can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness, but since ■■ said so, then she must be extremely ugly, right?

This thought stuck in my heart, making me feel sad.

If I could be prettier...could I get a little more tenderness?

Somewhere in my heart I was secretly thinking, why didn’t you give birth to me to be prettier?

Of course, these words disappeared silently in the silence learned before the storm.

This is her "growth".

food?

■■Never cared.

The "nutritious lunch" in primary schools has become the straw that sustains life.

The teacher noticed it but chose to ignore the unpaid fee.

Indifference allows her to continue.

The real horror is the long vacation.

Summer vacation, winter vacation, these days are a matter of life and death.

The cabinets full of instant noodles and fast food were like tempting traps. She was sure that she would die without a burial place if she touched them.

Hunger is equally deadly.

The only way to survive is to steal a little vitality from the huge seasoning, and pray that ■■'s carelessness will prevent this theft from being exposed.

During the long vacation, Nana Sin's rations consisted of sugar, tap water, and soy sauce diluted with water.

The lump of butter or margarine in the refrigerator is a blessing from heaven, the grease melting on the tip of the tongue bringing a fleeting and faint sense of happiness.

His body struggled to grow with stolen calories and was obviously smaller and weaker than his peers.

You have to take a shower and do laundry secretly.

It became normal to enter the school with unkempt hair and dirty looks.

The children's eyes are like sharp knives, cutting through the "outliers" with precision.

The Seven Sins is the target.

Exclusion and ridicule are like a biting wind.

They needed to attack her to prove their differences and to prove that they were still in a "safe" peer group.

Nanashi hates school, but has to go.

There are also nutritious lunches for survival. School is nothing more than a cruel workshop where you have to pay with patience in exchange for the energy to survive.

Later...it was probably one day when I first started junior high school.

When I opened the door, a sense of chaos hit me.

The house was like a small battlefield swept by a typhoon, with cabinets overturned, electrical appliances lying across the ground, and broken pieces of glass and porcelain flashing dangerously coldly all over the floor.

This chaos was familiar; it was another escalation of ■■'s loss of control, mixed with the smell of the drugs she was addicted to.

But this time the destruction was more thorough than ever before.

That day, ■■ received a phone call.

About the death of Nanashi's father.

He had been secretly paying high child support and hush money to ■■ without telling his family.

That phone call was a notification that the money was cut off.

For ■■, the last value of the Seven Sins' existence has been extinguished.

"Hey!"

"what?"

All in all, they hadn't spoken to each other for three weeks.

"Give me the money."

"What? Where do I get the money?"

"If you don't have money, go sell it! Go do something else to make money!"

■■ exploded, roared, grabbed the glass at hand and smashed it hard. The sharp edge cut through the air and hit Nanashi's forehead.

Warm blood flowed down, winding along the line of the brow bone.

"..."

Nanashi is used to accepting whatever comes his way, as if facing an unavoidable natural disaster.

But at this moment, something hot suddenly rushed to her chest. It was not because of the anger at her face injury, but because the woman in front of her who had been constantly spitting on her ugliness could now make such a shameless request.

"What are you talking about? How can I get customers when I'm so ugly? I'm sorry, it's because I look so much like you."

“■■■■■■■■■”

The subsequent conversation was unclear, as if separated by a thick fog filled with noise.

When I regained consciousness, a heavy body was pressing down on me, and my throat was tightly gripped by five fingers, depriving me of all air.

My vision started to go black, a burning sensation exploded across my face, but my hands and feet felt like they were immersed in ice water, and my strength was rapidly draining away.

I’m going to die! I’m going to die! I’m going to be killed! I’m going to be killed! I’m going to be killed!!!

Thoughts of fear gnawed at my brain like crazy.

The instinct for survival was like a drowning person scratching around, trying desperately to grab something. Just when he was on the verge of suffocation, a piece of hanging spider silk was desperately grasped by Qi Sin.

It was a gem that suddenly appeared before his eyes, flashing with a strange green light.

Everything that happened afterwards seemed like an illusion, less than three minutes.

A powerful unknown force awakened in the body, and the Seven Sins became a certain existence, holding the power of an angel named "Fake Witch", and his mind moved slightly.

The ■■ who was frantically strangling her throat on the ground twisted into an ugly frog huddled on the ground in the dim light.

The little thing tilted its bumpy head back, staring at Nanashi who was struggling to sit up and coughing non-stop. Its bulging eyes were filled with fear as it jumped around in panic among the broken glass.

When Qishi looked at this funny and humble appearance, the first feeling that came to his mind was not the pleasure of revenge, nor pity.

It is like a cold and heavy iron stream, washing over the whole body, bringing endless fatigue and a sense of emptiness.

Lift your feet.

Hanging above the little beating body.

Just fall...

The movement froze in mid-air.

Finally, Nanashi indifferently stepped onto the broom handle of the Fake Witch, smashed the window glass, and rushed into the deepening dusk.

"Hahahahahaha..."

The wind rushed into my throat, making a strange sound.