The falling guillotine suddenly stopped just a few centimeters away from his neck, and an ancient bronze mirror appeared in front of Lemuel without warning.
Strong hatred, desire for revenge, and fear of death...all kinds of complex and violent emotions successfully attracted this special mirror here.
Therefore, it gave this desperate ordinary person a chance to create a miracle.
The moment he decided to bind himself to the mirror, Lemuel understood how to use the mirror, and at the same time he also knew the price of using the mirror.
He is just an ordinary person without any superpowers. Therefore, in order to make this mirror play its due role, he can only choose to sell his soul to it.
As we all know, "7" is a sacred number in Genesis.
God created the whole world in seven days, and humans were born on the seventh day.
Because of this, the human soul is also divided into seven parts: those are seven pure and flawless emotions, which also represent seven kinds of wisdom that can bring changes to the world.
Therefore, when all seven souls are lost, this person ceases to exist.
As for what will he become after that?
Lemuel didn't know, and the mirror wouldn't answer him.
But, he doesn't care.
As long as he can get his wife and children reborn, this man has nothing to fear.
So, just like that, their deal was done.
The ancient bronze mirror turned into a white light and penetrated into his soul. At that moment, his time flowed again, and the sharp guillotine finally fell.
There was only a slight "click" sound, and the man's head rolled to the bottom of the bed.
Severed limbs were scattered in this small room, huge lightning flashed across the window, and in the dazzling white light, only the wide-open eyes under the bed were still staring angrily at the world.
Full, pregnant, evil, intention.
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Unfortunately, the mirror is not such an easy miracle to control.
Now, Remiel has lost [Happiness], [Anger], [Worry], [Sadness], [Fear] and [Panic].
Now, all he has left is [missing] his wife and children.
This yearning was so strong that it almost became his obsession.
Yes, he has spent these three months over and over six times!
Six times!
Now, his soul is overwhelmed.
Lemuel knew that as long as he used that terrible mirror one more time, he would completely become a puppet of time.
However, he had no choice.
The randomness after the restart time was too great. In the first two times, he became a flower and grass that could neither speak nor move.
Therefore, both times he could do nothing but watch this tragedy happen again.
Fortunately, the third time, he became a pet dog.
So, after a few days of adapting, he spotted the date, struggled to overthrow the dog's original owner, and then ran back to No. 259 Licorice Avenue with his excellent memory.
At that time, he blocked the door of the house with a dog body and a human heart, yelling crazily, and successfully scared Marianne and his son. Seeing the two of them hiding in the room, Remiel felt happy and screamed even harder until the dog-fighting team arrived and took him away.
Fortunately, this time's efforts were somewhat effective. Marianne and her son arrived much later than scheduled, so this time, they were not caught by the clown and became the people he used to threaten the police. bomb.
But unfortunately, Marianne was still affected by the explosion and died in the pharmaceutical factory.
However, his son survived because of his mother's protection.
At that time, Lemuel comforted himself that at least he had successfully changed a little, and at least his son had survived. He hoped that [Lemiel] during this period could protect his son well...
But within two days, his son died again!
The poor kid died in a chaotic gang war in which he lost his leader.
There were many innocent passers-by affected on this day, and his son was one of them.
Lemuel was furious when he saw the news, so he chose to go back to the past without hesitation.
The fourth time, he was lucky enough to be alone, so he chose to blow up the pharmaceutical factory in advance. As a result, his family of three died in the pharmaceutical factory before they had time to evacuate.
The fifth time, he became a parrot and told everyone that there was going to be an explosion at the pharmaceutical factory. But how can humans trust a bird?
For the sixth time, this time, Remiel finally became a human again.
It seemed that every time he returned to the past, he would have more time to move freely, so this time, he chose a roundabout tactic.
He wants the police to intervene, and then uses the medicine he developed before reincarnation to stabilize the gangs in the underground world. From the early stage, his plan seems to be very successful.
But who can know?
The clown actually ran out again, this time, so quickly and still so cruel, he took pleasure in human fear.
His Marianne once again died in the game between the Joker and Batman.
Just thinking of this, another trace of twisted hatred appeared on Lemuel's face.
Yes, not only the Joker, but now he, whose soul has been eaten away, has even hated Batman, who spared the Joker again and again.
"Didi——"
A white car drove past the garbage bin and then stopped in front of the house at No. 259 Licorice Avenue. Then, a little boy about eight or nine years old jumped out of the car.
Lemuel stared at the small figure, his empty and cold eyes filled with strong desire.
"Henry, my good boy, please, please don't die again, please..."
Seeing the little boy dragging heavy steps and walking into the house with another man whose body was covered with sadness, Lemuel let out a "ho-ho" laugh from his rotten throat.
It sounded like a broken accordion, unpleasant and hoarse.
His eyes suddenly turned unnaturally and quickly from side to side. After a while, Sen Bai's eyeballs were pushed out of the eroded eye sockets. A fat and big worm poked its head out from a black and red hole, dripping a few drops. Yellow-green juice.
Lemuel felt something was wrong belatedly, so he raised his hand, silently pulled out the flesh bug and threw it away, then slowly groped for the fallen eyeball on the ground, and then stuffed it back in In the eye sockets.
Remiel leaned his head back, now that he could rest his rotting soul for a while.
