45 Nightmare (2/2)

”Then you can suffocate in your nightmare!” Hariti reached out and tightened her hands around his neck. ”There’s no place for your naivety in this world!”

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In the countless cries of the hallucination, Ye Qingxuan could no longer feel the pain from his palm. He was separated from all the pain.

He sensed that he had been stuffed into a black box, surrounded by cries.

There was a sharp stab of pain in his brain. His represses memories had resurfaced.

Countess faces swam in the mist. Those faces that had been pushed to the back of his memories reappeared. They stared at Ye Qingxuan, some with grief and others with ferocity. All of them cried and yelled endlessly.

”He’s the traitor’s kid. Kill him!”

”Get the f*ck out with that mutt. He’s not part of the Lancelot family!”

”Don’t be afraid, little Yezi, don’t be afraid… Dad is just leaving the family temporarily.”

”Get out! There’s no place here for beggars!”

”Hey, Eastern mutt…”

”Is your mom a prostitute? I heard that bastards are like that.”

The faces surrounded him, appearing in an endless stream. He finally said, ”Long time no see.” Looking around, he said softly, ”I’ve almost forgotten about you all.”

The cries and roars dug into his heart, sending him into a daze. He had almost forgotten that Emma was still strangling him. Suffocation pushed him closer to the death bit by bit.

But at the same time, there was an anger growing in his heart. Ignited by the drug, it expanded to a hundred times its size. The fury that had also been repressed came forth from the shadows. It was a spark that would never die out. Once it was ignited, it would rage until all reason was gone.

It was as if a voice in the deepest corner of his heart had awoken—it screamed and howled.

The hidden beast slammed against its cage, trying to rip apart the heavy lock.

Once! Twice! Thrice!

In the end, it was covered in injuries. It howled in despair, close to giving up…But the lock finally showed a hairline crack.

And so the memories locked in his unconscious mind, the pain covered by all the other pain finally reappeared.

In an instant, he traveled through time and returned to the past. He lay there, but he could not feel his own body.

The scalpel and metal bed clacked against each other coldly. Something beeped to the rhythm of his heart.

He watched the light on the ceiling blankly. The light was dazzling but cold, beaming down on the blurry bodies that did not have shadows.

”What are they doing?” He watched them as they swarmed about, holding knives, cutting him open.

They were wearing pure white clothing, and their faces were covered, revealing only cold eyes. Why were their faces covered? Why did everyone choose to cover their faces in this world?

”What are you doing?

”What are you doing…to me?

”Stop it! Stop! Don’t keep going!”

He felt fear, but blood dripped down from his open forehead, blinding him.

There was something being nailed into his bones, inch by inch.

”After this, it’s complete…” The covered faces looked down on him and laughed softly. Overlooking him, their eyes cold and faraway, they sent down the last bit of pity from their high status.

”Are you sure it’s foolproof?” a man with a cane asked from the side.

”The surgery is successful. There are no other possibilities.”

”Then get ready for the memory wipe.” The man cast down a look, his eyes cold and full of disdain. ”When it’s done, give it to that woman and tell them to get the f*ck out of Avalon. I don’t want to ever think of this humiliating mutt.”

Ye Qingxuan stared at him, but he could not remember his face.

The covered man lowered his head once again, laughing under the mask, and reached over to cover his eyes.

Ye Qingxuan roared with difficulty, struggling with all his might. But no matter what he did, everything sank into darkness once again.

The nameless fire and coldness exploded in his heart, but in this endless abyss of terror, he howled, reaching for the sliver of light up above.