Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 383: Evil eyes (1/3)

Both Ian and Sister Reflecting Light were quite surprised by Steward Moda's ability to escape the influence of psychic brainwashing with his own power.

At first, he just wanted to ask for some information and let the other party lead the way, but he never thought that this old steward who was usually in charge of the affairs of Laian Castle had such a strong mental power that he could overcome unknown psychics. Escape from the false palace constructed.

"...Indeed, the young master died a long time ago. In the past few years, I have only been accompanied by a resentful soul..."

Standing up while touching the pillar behind him, the old steward leaned on the stone pillar and took a deep breath.

His gray-brown eyes were full of bewilderment and puzzlement, but he still said slowly: "I remember...but, but I really don't know what the master did."

"In the past few years, the master has been responsible for the meals of the young masters and ladies. I only cook a few meals occasionally, ordering snacks and afternoon tea..."

"It's just that I know very well that the master has been really weird recently, and the young master and the ladies...are not normal children..."

"Thank you for your hard work, living with a resentful spirit, even if the other party does not intentionally influence it, it will do some damage to your health."

Ian nodded, he turned around, and walked towards the first floor of the castle: "We are here to investigate Baron Ryan's incidents related to cults, blood sacrifices and various evil methods."

"I know, you don't want to betray your master, nor do you expect your cooperation."

"But I think you should join us to see what your master has done these years."

At this point, he turned his head, looked at Steward Moda who was still standing there, and patiently invited: "Follow us."

"At the very least, tell us where the rooms of the young masters and ladies are."

"...OK."

The middle-aged man, who was originally confident and cheerful, now looks old, and even his wrinkles have become more visible to the naked eye.

He got up staggeringly, followed behind Ian and Yingguang, still muttering to himself: "Master...Master...what stupid thing have you done..."

"Could it be me, I made a mistake, I told you not to give up..."

Although some went to the other extreme because of self-blame, Manager Moda quickly brought Ian and others to the first room.

The white door at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

On the white door, there is a crooked portrait of himself drawn by a little boy, with light brown hair and red eyes, the boy is grinning. Very neat name.

【Ira's Room】

When he reached the door, the steward Moda who was leading the way suddenly stopped. His body trembled for a moment, which made Sister Yingguang ask with concern.

"I just..."

Ian refused with a wry smile, ‘Do you want some tranquilizer? ’ suggestion, the old steward shook his head: “I just had two sets of memories popping up in my mind… the memories that made me feel scared…”

With that said, he mustered up his courage, gritted his teeth, and wanted to open the door.

But the door seems to be fixed with the space, not moving at all.

"Huh?" The old steward was a little surprised. He wanted to take out the key from his pocket, but Sister Yingguang shook her head: "This is someone who used the earth element to fuse the door and the room together."

She stepped forward and pulled out a folding crowbar from the package behind her, which made Ian look sideways, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "This is really well prepared".

Yingguang inserted the crowbar into the crack of the door, and then operated the source quality. A restrained flow of heat and raging fire energy broke through the barrier, and then pried open the immobile door.

The door opened, and there was a faint smell of decay that didn't look like what a child's room should have.

It is the smell of life passing away.

Sister Reflecting Light raised her hand, and the gray radiant light illuminated the surrounding area. Steward Moda bent down, trying not to let herself spit out as much as possible, while Ian stepped forward, his blue eyes scanning the inside and outside of the room.

Even if he is well-informed and has killed many people, he can't help being slightly moved.

All you can see are bones.

In the white-based room, the floor is full of polished human bones, which are simply arranged by the children in the shape of antlers and deer heads.

Ian narrowed his eyes, raised his head silently, and looked at the wall, where there were sheets of processed human skins, each of which was painted with an image of an animal. The 'crooked drawings of humans' hanging over the door are nothing short of stunning, and the animal faces drawn in blood-colored ink are almost lifelike.

In addition, there are also many bone carvings in the shape of pigs, cows, sheep and various animal heads carved from human bones. The craftsmanship is very good, but there are some immature parts.

There are also dinner plates on the floor.

[Incompetent grade · Pickled processing · Ordinary · Not recommended for consumption]

【According to the fire civilization protection agreement, unless it is the most critical moment, it is not recommended to eat intelligent creatures...】

There are many details that tell of the cruelty overflowing here.

Ian closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Look no further.

It seems that when I came to Ryan Castle, I saw that Ira seemed to be playing and eating something.

He ate and played with these things.

The room illuminated by the gray flames is very gloomy, with dripping flesh and blood, twisted leather paintings, bones piled up on the ground, and exquisite but weird human bones and animal heads surrounding the entire room, as if they are staring Everyone in the room.

Sister Yingguang, who has experienced many battles and seen many scenes of cult sacrifices, also frowned, and the dragon's horn even glowed red.

This time the scene wasn't bloody, but it made her uncomfortable because it was a child doing it.

"What kind of evil priest is this..." Yingguang clenched the staff tightly in his hand: "How can you twist a child to such a state?"

"It should not be the fault of the cult, at least this child is not."

However, Ian remained calm as if there was no blood or tears. After he finished his observation, he turned his head and asked the manager of Moda calmly: "Can you tell me now?"

"What are the origins of the baron's adopted sons and daughters?"

The old steward, who had been suppressing his desire to vomit, finally took a tranquilizer provided by Ian.

He left the room, and faced Ian and Sister Reflecting Light wearily in the corridor.

"I, in my memory, Master Yila really likes to play with building blocks, he doesn't like to eat vegetables very much, he likes to eat meat...but...my memory is distorted. If you don't feel..."

If it is an ordinary person, it will definitely feel that the old steward is exonerating himself.

But both people present could tell that he was telling the truth, and felt the grief from the bottom of his heart: "Master Ira, it was four years ago that the master came from a rich family who was attacked by wild animals and died accidentally. The child bought at home..."

"But actually...it's fake..."

The truth hidden behind the curtain and false memories is narrated, and Ian's eyes flash with water-colored light.

When the old steward was narrating, his psychic passive was also activated, reflecting all kinds of illusions in the past.

At the beginning of everything, it was a tragedy.

Ira’s original name is unknown. He was a child bought from a poor family by human traffickers. The name of the child who died young.

The first life was pretty good. But as time went on, things got worse.

The child who died in the rich family had a pair of pure red eyes, but Ira had a pair of red and green pupils.

This is a bonus item for other children who are sold, and it can be sold more expensively by traffickers.

But for the wealthy households who bought him as a substitute for their own children, it was a big flaw.

Every time he sees that face that is very similar to his own child, that pair of eyes that are completely different, the rich man who thought he would treat this child kindly can't help but scold him.

Even... because of this sense of alienation, a kind of pathetic jealousy arises.

In the beginning, it was just stroking the eyes, and the deep meaning contained in the cold eyes was completely incomprehensible to the child; later, the many toys, paper and pens that were forced to be handed to Ira made Ira even more at a loss.

—Since Ira likes to read and draw, you should too.

—Since Ira wants to be a scholar, so should you.

——Because Ira doesn't like small animals, you can't get close to them either.

——Because Ira likes to be quiet, you can't move around.

As long as you do not do well or imitate well, you will be beaten, scolded, and punished.

The boy was originally lively and cheerful, and his nature of liking to listen to birdsong and beast language was forcibly distorted.

Slaps, fists, twigs, leather whips—because Terrans are physically tough, even children can withstand a lot, so they can vent a lot of violent emotions and desires.

Even the squirrel, who had been occasionally looking at the boy through the fence, was caught by the rich man and fell to his death in front of him.

[What the **** are you doing? ! Ira would never do that, play with these filthy brutes! 】

If that's all it is, then that's all.

Although the wealthy couple is somewhat insane because of the death of their beloved son, the living conditions they provided were impossible for Yila's original parents. Although there are many conditions and strict rules, for the poor children, This kind of life is already quite good.

It's just being beaten, being abused, and being asked to be another kind of person.

In this land, what is it?

Alternatives should have the awareness of alternatives.

Until one day, Ira, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Shouting wailingly, screaming that the child who woke up opened his eyes - after a while, he realized in horror that he only had one eye left.

And his 'father' was standing in front of the bed with a distorted face, holding the boy's eyeballs with emerald green pupils in his hands.

Then crush it.

——As long as you don't have this eye, as long as you don't...

——As long as I don't have this eye, as long as I don't...

Maybe, you can live on.