"I probably know why we can't get out."

Qin Wenyu said.

He looked at the blue ice around him and said, "It's not these ice stones that trap us, but our memory."

"Come here."

Qin Wenyu expressed his guess.

Although he couldn't figure out why Asmodeus' banquet used such a strange method, it was completely different from the previous sacrificial banquets. It was not like a game just to let them die, but more like a test.

"Dig out the buried memories in my heart?" Wang Yue felt bored after saying such words, so she smiled softly: "Is the sacrificial banquet a selection of heirs?"

However, there is no other way at the moment.

Qin Wenyu wiped away the nosebleed and said, "The impact of memory is very strong, so be careful."

As he spoke, he wanted to touch the ice wall again.

Yibui Youxian looked at him, hesitating to speak.

She felt that Qin Wenyu's situation was a bit strange. He cared too much about these ice stones, or... he cared too much about his hidden memories reflected by the ice stones.

Not only her, Wang Yue and Yu Muyi also saw this matter, but they had no position and no interest in caring about Qin Wenyu's matter.

Moreover, although they didn't understand the reason for Asmodeus' Banquet, they also agreed to try it.

After all, they have no other choice now.

Wang Yue turned around and looked at herself in the ice stone with disgust on her face.

He clenched his fist with his right hand, stared at the ice stone, and punched it hard.

The ice cube made a slight noise, but there was no sign of shattering.

On the contrary, the moment Wang Yue's fist touched the ice, a light seemed to appear in his mind.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, like a lit lamp, lit up the dark corners of his heart.

Intuitively speaking, Wang Yue is extremely disgusted with these lights.

But he couldn't escape his own consciousness, and his whole body was completely immersed in the memory world in the ice cube, and the scenes in the memory, under the light of the gradually brightened lights, emerged one by one clearly, sealing the memory with dust. The black curtain slowly lifted.

That's... mother.

Wang Yue looked at the elegantly dressed woman kneeling at the tea table.

Even though she couldn't see her face clearly, she was still so elegant and charming.

yes mother.

The moment Wang Yue saw her in the memory picture.

She seemed to feel something in her heart, and turned to look at him.

His and her eyes met suddenly, but she seemed to be unable to see him, and turned her head suspiciously.

Wang Yue opened his mouth, and suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.

Wang Yue's heart tightened, he finally realized something.

Strong fear and eagerness were washed away from the depths of his soul, and he frantically rushed over, trying to pull that woman.

"Hide quickly, don't go out!"

He remembered.

Wang Yue's memories all came back.

A memory he doesn't want to recall.

Those... about childhood, about mother's memory.

It was a rainy night, my father was not at home, and there were only him and my mother in the huge courtyard.

The rain was not heavy, and under the dim light, the rain streaks showed a white-gray color, slender and dense, gently hitting the roof, as if it was just a simple spring night rain.

A young mother waiting for her husband, a sleeping child, a night wet with the sound of rain.

Wang Yue's eyes became more and more ferocious, more and more light spots in his memory and brain, like fireflies all over the sky, he was shocked to see that face that he would never forget in his life from those light spots.

Thin rain fell on the roof.

"Honey, is that you?"

The mother's gentle voice woke up Wang Yue, who was not deeply asleep.

He heard footsteps in the courtyard.

That voice didn't sound very clean.

is viscous and eager.

"call"

A gust of windy rain hit the door, and the surrounding seemed to become much darker, and the mother's voice became a little more frightened.

"Please...excuse me, who are you?"

The owner of the footsteps did not answer, but there was a fierce struggle.

Wang Yue woke up completely.

He eagerly opened the door and rushed to his mother's room. The door was left open, and he saw what happened in the house at a glance.

Mother's clothes have been torn a lot, and even her hair has been torn off. The face that should be fair and gentle is now full of fear and blood.

The moist night wind blew in, and the sandalwood my mother had prepared for my father drifted around. Under the dim light, the black shadow cast by that tall stranger swayed.

The room was silent.

"No...no...no!"

Wang Yue's eyes are tearing apart.

He roared frantically, trying to pull the person in his memory.

However, he couldn't hold back.

His hand pierced through his mother's body, like a cloud.

He is a smart person, how can he not know that everything in front of him is just a replay of memory, but he can't accept it... and he can't just watch the past happen again.

"No... no, hide, hide quickly!"

Wang Yue glanced around, the table, the chair, the lamp above his head, he tried to shake and destroy everything, but... he couldn't touch anything.

There was absolutely nothing he could do to stop things from happening.

If everything repeats according to memory, then... mother will still die tonight, and it will be the most shameful and painful way to die.

Can't……

There must be a way.

Since it's a memory replay, it's not just as simple as letting me recall the past. This is indeed a past that I don't want to recall, but it doesn't make me crazy. I have already killed that mad dog and sacrificed it with his dirty flesh and blood. Mother, I will not be overwhelmed by unreal reenactments.

Can……

Wang Yue took a deep breath, he watched his mother helplessly, went to pick up the umbrella, and was about to walk out of the courtyard.

Next, the mother will ask who is outside the door, and the bastard will answer that he is a homeless person who just wants to borrow a roof to hide from the rain.

However, tragedy happened.

So to this day, Wang Yue never believes that good people are rewarded with good rewards, and he doesn't believe in the nonsense of gods at all.

All good and evil, all hatred, are just a tug-of-war between the two ends of human nature.

There is no divine intervention, nor the temptation of ghosts!

Even everything in the sacrificial banquet, in Wang Yue's view, is nothing but wanton arrogance that distorts human nature.

Even at the banquet, he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he only believes in human nature.

And... it's human nature that is inherently evil.

To prevent the mother from going out, go and open the door for that person.

The wind is blowing.

Wang Yue could feel the chill, which seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that pleased him.

That's it, I can actually affect this thing?

His eyes fell on the sandalwood on the table.

The wisps of white smoke that were disturbed by the evening wind could be affected by him.

So……

Maybe something can be changed.