The Modern Age of the Mysterious

"First, I will be responsible for all communication, and you can just listen."

"Second, if she loses control, you all don't shoot, even if I am seriously injured, don't shoot. If I can't judge my situation, then take me away. The judgment must be fast enough."

"Third..." Sean took a deep breath and looked at the three teammates with serious expressions in front of him, "Take it easy, friends."

Sean turned around and led them forward.

Today is sunny, they are in a clean street at the moment, and there is almost no sound around them. They walked toward a house that was painted white, its windows reflected abundant sunlight, and its lawns and shrubs were well manicured. Under the bushes, and under the nearby big trees, there were many dry corpses scattered. The corpses were stacked on top of each other, wearing the same white clothing, with half-length gray hair on their heads. It looked long dead.

The Eternal Night Ark team didn't wear masks today, they were wearing their daily clothes. Walking into the garden of the house, it feels like visiting friends on a sunny day, but they are very solemn at the moment. Even Moonlight's expression was a little tense.

Sean knocked on the door. No one answered the door. He saw the doorbell and rang it. The sound of the electric bell was particularly harsh.

After waiting for a while, they heard slight footsteps in the room, and then the door was opened. They lowered their heads and saw a little girl about eight years old through the metal screen. She was wearing a yellow dress and looked up at them with her eyes.

"Kid, are your parents at home?" Sean asked with a smile.

The little girl shook her head.

"Well...you are Teresa, right? Uncle's name is Sean Dickinson, these are my friends." He stepped aside so that little Teresa could see the moonlight and them, "We are here to find your parents, can we wait in the house?"

Teresa looked at Sean and the people behind Sean, she blinked and opened the door. Shawn turned his head back and smiled. No one smiled back.

They walked into the house. The lighting in the house was not very good, and the lights were not turned on, so it looked a little dark. Teresa ignored Sean and the group and went straight back to the living room. There are many toys scattered on the floor of the living room, including building blocks and plastic teapots and cups. There is a small chair opposite her, and a button-eyed bear is sitting in the chair. Bear is smiling.

Sean sat on the sofa, Moonlight, Ivan and Olivia did not sit. Olivia stood next to Sean, and Ivan stood by the door. Moonlight looked around the living room from the side.

"When will Mom and Dad be back?" Sean leaned over Teresa.

"have no idea.".

"Hmm. What's his name?" Sean pointed to the little bear.

"Barton."

"Barton is your friend?"

Teresa nodded. She took the teapot and poured the tea to Barton first, and then to herself.

Silence filled the space, and sweat flowed from Moonlight's temples. He wiped it with a handkerchief.

Sean turned his head to look at Olivia and cleared his throat: "It seems that it will be a long time before your parents come back. Teresa, we don't want to disturb you and Barton for too long...

"Then I'd better discuss it with you directly."

Teresa turned her face away and looked at Sean blankly.

"Teresa, it's like this—we all know that you have great power, and I'm here this time, hoping to get your permission to use your power in a particularly urgent situation."

Teresa blinked, but didn't answer. She stood up and picked Barton up from the chair. Then, step by step, he walked towards the depths of the dark house.

"Theresa?"

She stopped.

Moonlight's fingertips trembled slightly, Ivan let out a breath, and the power storage module on Olivia's leg was running at high speed...

The little girl turned around. The surrounding environment has changed, it is no longer a living room with insufficient light, but a vast, dark, depressing, dark green palace.

The Palace of Sunset. The residence of the Lord of Sunset. There were many corpses of Professor Lehman scattered around, almost all withered.

Teresa's eyes became cold: "So, you also want to use me."

She hugged Barton the bear and walked towards Sean step by step.

"No, I'm here to release your pain and mine." Sean didn't back down, nor did his aura flinch in the slightest.

"Oh, really?" Teresa's expression became very strange, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of her mouth. The strange thing about that smile was that it could not have appeared on the face of an eight-year-old girl. "Pain, do you know pain?"

Sean nodded.

"Okay—you understand pain." She walked over step by step. Raising a finger, the fingertip exudes a sharp yellow color.

She stretched her finger between Sean's eyebrows. In front of Sean, the endless twilight and remnant dreams roared, deeply shaking his soul. It was not only a physical pain, but also accompanied by violent emotions that could distort the soul: fear, sadness, despair, loss...

Pain and extreme emotions bombarded Sean's every nerve. He knew that this was what many soul scum experienced, pure pain. And as a collection of soul **** power, the experience of the Lord of the Evening Yellow is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Sean's brows were blooming with evening yellow, his eyes were closed, and his brows were frowned. But he didn't scream wildly, or fall to the ground and twitch.

He recalled some experiences, the feeling when he was cut by Graham's countless blades, and the time of despair in the direct curse of Kruvitan. How similar this moment is to those moments, but in these situations, he can perceive and accept.

The purer the pain, the more it can enlighten the soul, and the more it can make him feel the need to see through his own illusion.

At this moment, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, he could feel a Sean who was suffering, while the other quietly observing was An Ran himself.

So the pain becomes less real, and everything can be tolerated by him, even such a pure test.

He even had some indescribable gratitude. It seems that all this is just a warm story, and all the pain actually has an outlet.

So, his expression calmed down.

The sunset light on Teresa's fingertips went out. She frowned and looked at Sean suspiciously: "Are you human?"

She stared at Sean's forehead, where it was scorched black.

"No, you can't be human." She shook her head. No human soul can remain at peace in such agony, and what is happening must be some kind of trick playing on itself.

"What the **** are you?" she yelled, eyes glowing yellow. She put her mind into Sean's eyes—she wanted to enter his soul, to tear away the pretense that teased her.