"First, I will be responsible for all communication, and you can just listen."
"Second, if she loses control, don't take action, even if I'm seriously injured. If you can't judge my situation, take me away. The judgment must be quick enough."
"Third..." Sean took a deep breath and looked at the three serious-looking teammates in front of him, "Relax, friends."
Sean turned around and led them forward.
There was plenty of sunshine today, and they were now in a clean street, with almost no sound around them. They walked towards a house painted white. The windows of the house reflected abundant sunlight, and the lawn and shrubs were well trimmed. There were many dried corpses scattered under the bushes and under the big trees nearby. These corpses were piled up in layers, wearing the same white clothing and with half-length gray hair on their heads. It looks like it has been dead for a long time.
None of the Eternal Night Ark team wore masks today. They were each wearing their daily clothes. Walking into the garden of the house feels like visiting friends on a fine day, but they are particularly solemn at the moment. Even Yueguang'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 of about eight years old through the metal screen. She was wearing a yellow dress and looked up at them.
"Kid, are your parents at home?" Sean asked with a smile.
The little girl shook her head.
"Well... you are Teresa, right? My uncle's name is Sean Dickinson, and these are my friends." He moved to an angle so that little Teresa could see Moonlight and the others, "We are here If you are looking for your parents, can we wait in the house?"
Teresa looked at Sean and the people behind Sean, she blinked and opened the door. Sean turned his head 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 others and returned directly to the living room. There were many toys scattered on the floor in the living room, including building blocks and plastic teapots and cups. Opposite her was a small chair, and sitting in the chair was a little bear with button eyes. The little bear is smiling.
Sean sat on the sofa, but Moonlight, Ivan and Olivia did not. Olivia stood next to Sean, and Evan stood by the door. Moonlight looked around the living room.
"When will mom and dad come back?" Sean leaned over and looked at Teresa.
"have no idea.".
"Hmm. What's his name?" Sean pointed at the little bear.
"Barton."
"Barton is your friend?"
Teresa nodded. She took the teapot and poured the tea first to Barton and then to herself.
Silence filled the space, and sweat flowed from Moonlight's temples. He wiped it with a handkerchief.
Sean turned to look at Olivia and cleared his throat: "It seems that it will be long before your parents come back. Theresa, 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 and looked at Sean with a pair of eyes.
"Teresa, it's like this - we all know that you have great power, and I am here this time hoping to get your permission to use your power in times of special emergency."
Teresa blinked but did not answer. She stood up and picked Barton up from the chair. Then, step by step, he walked towards the depths of the dark house.
"Teresa?"
She stopped.
Moonlight's fingertips trembled slightly, Ivan let out a breath, and the power storage module in 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 of them withered.
Teresa's eyes became cold: "So, you also want to take advantage of 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, and his aura didn't flinch at all.
"Oh, really?" Theresa'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 appear on the face of an eight-year-old girl, "Pain, Do you understand pain?"
Sean nodded.
"Okay - you understand pain." She walked over step by step. He held up a finger, and the tip of his finger exuded a sharp yellow color.
She stretched her fingers to Sean's eyebrows. In front of Sean, the endless sunset dreams roared, deeply shaking his soul. It was not only a kind of physical pain, but also accompanied by intense emotions that could distort the soul: fear, sadness, despair , lost...
Pain and extreme emotions bombarded Sean's every nerve. He knew that this was what many soul scum experienced, pure pain. As a collection of soul dregs, Lord Xihuang's past experiences are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Sean's brows bloomed a yellowish color. He closed his eyes and knitted his brows. But he didn't scream wildly, nor did he fall to the ground and twitch.
He recalled some experiences, the feeling when he was sliced open by Graham's countless blades, and the repeated despair when he was directly cursed by Kluwetan. This moment was so similar to those moments, but in these situations, he could be aware of it and accept it.
The purer the pain, the more it enlightens the soul, and the more it makes him feel the need to see through his own illusions.
At this moment, he could feel Sean who was suffering, and the other person who was quietly observing was An Ran himself.
Then the pain became less real, and everything could be tolerated by him, even such a pure test.
He even felt some indescribable gratitude. It seems that all this is just a warm story, and all the pain actually has an outlet.
Then, his expression calmed down.
The sunset on Theresa's fingertips went out. She frowned and looked at Sean suspiciously: "Are you human?"
She stared at Sean's forehead, where there was a little black burn.
"No, you can't be human." She shook her head. No human soul can remain calm in such pain. What is happening in front of you must be some kind of trick on itself.
"What the hell are you?" she yelled, her pupils glowing yellow. She put her mind into Sean's eyes—she wanted to enter his soul and tear through the disguise that was teasing her.
