Mandela looked around in confusion.
Tall and beautiful buildings, busy streets, and the beautiful sound of a piano coming from who knows where … This unfamiliar scene made Mandela a little confused.
Not long ago, she was still locked in that tower that she couldn't get out of. How did she appear here in the blink of an eye?
Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in front of her. Mandela could faintly see two children under the age of ten chasing each other.
The little girl in the red dress was chasing a little boy who had some baby fat. She pretended to yell, "Alda, we're already at the Ocean Theater, and you can already hear Teacher's music. You still dare to run? If Teacher finds out, you'll definitely be punished by copying the score! "
Alda turned his head, his eyes turning into crescent moons as he stuck out his tongue and said in a childish voice, "I'm not going! Haha! "
After saying that, Alda turned and ran in Mandela's direction.
He was like a slippery little kitten that accidentally bumped into Mandehila's chest.
Mandela frowned and subconsciously wanted to throw Alda away, but Alda suddenly cried out, "Ouch!"
That childish voice made Mandela's arms relax a little. She stiffened for a moment and didn't fling Yada away. Instead, she allowed Yada to crash into her body. Yada fell to the ground from the recoil of the collision.
Just as he was crying out in pain, Sunny appeared beside Alda and twisted his ear. "You're really bold now. You think Teacher dotes on you, so you can show off? When we get back, let's see if you still dare to scare those talents who came to … "
Halfway through her sentence, Sunny seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at the person Alda bumped into.
She was about to apologize and bring Alda to the Ocean Theater. But when she saw the person Alda bumped into, she frowned slightly.
"You … Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before? "Sunny looked at the girl in confusion.
Now that there were more and more people in Origin City, Sunny might not be able to remember everyone's names. However, she was very sensitive to appearance. Even if she couldn't remember some people's names, as long as she met them in First Heart City, she would have an impression of them.
But the person in front of her, her memory database was completely empty.
Her long hair draped over her shoulders and her face was elegant. It was obvious that she came from a noble family. However, her body was shrouded in a gloomy aura, and this gloomy aura was vaguely familiar to Sunny.
If Sunny had seen such a striking appearance before, she would definitely have an impression of it.
"Could it be that Big Sister is new here?" Alda also raised his head and rubbed his aching forehead as he asked in a childish voice.
Being stared at by these two children, Mandela suddenly felt a little nervous. What do they mean by newcomers? Where was this place? She wanted to ask, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She turned around and ran to the other end of the street as fast as she could.
Sunny and Alda looked at each other suspiciously. They both had the same thought: What's wrong with this guy?
"Should we … go after her?" Alda asked hesitantly.
Sunny gave Alda an annoyed glare. "Go after her? A newcomer at this time must have been brought in by those people. They must have some special purpose. Don't worry about it. Someone else will take care of it. "
If Angor was here, he would definitely agree with Sunny's words. Sunny's observation skills were indeed very good.
"Then what should we do now?" Alda mumbled out of instinct.
Sunny grinned and pinched Alda's ear. "The most important thing right now, of course, is to take you to Teacher Jon!"
"No! Argh!"
Alda's desperate cries pierced through the sky and lingered for a long time before they turned into heavy shackles that slammed onto the poor Alda's body.
At the same time, in a dark alleyway, Mandela also heard the scream.
So miserable, could it be that he met with an accident? Countless terrifying possibilities flashed through her mind. Mandela's eyes could not help but darken. She walked to the entrance of the alley and looked outside.
The little girl from before was pinching Alda's ear and threatening him. "Keep screaming, and I'll make you learn how to play the piano!"
As he spoke, he dragged Alda into the Ocean Theater.
Mandela also noticed that the beautiful piano music she heard before was coming from the Ocean Theater.
Mandela sighed in relief. "So he's only there to learn how to play the piano. I thought something bad happened to him."
But after letting out a sigh of relief, Mandela suddenly froze. 'Why am I worried about a brat?
Not only did this question appear in his mind, but another question also appeared in his mind: Why should I run?
For the first question, Mandela still could not sort out her messy thoughts, but for the second question, she had a vague answer in her heart.
When the little girl asked her that question, Mandela subconsciously wanted to respond with sarcasm. This was her nature after being influenced by the undead for the past few years. But just as she was about to speak, Alda's childish voice rang in her ears. She froze for a moment, suddenly realizing that she wasn't facing a group of undead filled with negative energy, but two innocent children.
She couldn't control her tone, so she ran.
It was a ridiculous reason, but it wasn't an excuse. It was a subconscious reaction from someone who hadn't come into contact with outsiders for many years.
In fact, it was her subconscious reaction to hide in this dark alley after she escaped. The bustling buildings outside, as well as the people chatting and laughing, were like walking light sources, so free, so enviable … It reflected the darkness in her heart, and it kept coming out.
And so, Mandela hid in the dark alley, curling up in a corner as if she could find her own comfort zone.
Mandela leaned against the mottled wall and sat on the dry ground, her eyes filled with absent-mindedness.
What was wrong with her? Why did he suddenly become so worried about personal gains and losses? Was it because of those two immature children?
Mandehara rubbed his temples. With the comfortable pressure, Mandehara felt more comfortable. But in the blink of an eye, her pupils shrank, and her body began to tremble.
'Why can I feel my body? Why is it real?'
Mandela suddenly turned around, slapping the wall with all her strength. 'Pak! Pak! Pak!' Along with the falling wall, she seemed to be in a sorry state.
'Why can't I go through the wall?'
After a while, Mandela looked absent-mindedly at the dusky sky, her heart filled with confusion. 'Where am I?
Could it be that I'm like the little girl in the graveyard? Did those damned adepts cast an illusion spell on him? Am I in an illusion?
But the illusion in the graveyard was so fragile, so easy to see through. But now, not only was she unable to see through it, she couldn't even tell where she was.
Everything seemed to be real, even his body was real.
More importantly, she couldn't even feel her own soul energy, as if she had really become an ordinary person. No. She was indeed an ordinary person without any abilities.
Mandela sat in a corner, lost in her thoughts for a long time, and her restless mind gradually calmed down.
She began to carefully recall what happened before she came to this prosperous city.
She remembered that she was locked in a tower where she couldn't escape. She was kept there for several days, and there was nothing inside. The only way to communicate with the outside world was through a glass window that couldn't be opened.
Through the window, Mandela saw a lush forest in the distance, which was completely different from the dark and gloomy Dark Castle.
She sat by the window and occasionally heard the cries of animals coming from the forest.
Near the tower, there was an open-air library. Bookshelves were placed randomly on the lawn, creating a sense of beauty.
No one had ever entered the library until not long ago, when two despicable humans had entered.
One of them was Angor.
What happened after that, Mandela couldn't remember too clearly. She only remembered that she was sitting in a corner of the tower, silently recalling the scene before her death, hoping that she could use that miserable state to make herself fall once more.
Her soul state was very comfortable, and there were no terrifying whispers in her ears, no anxiety, and no worries. However, she didn't want to sink into such comfort. She still wanted revenge.
But no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't fall.
When she was about to give up, she sensed something changing around her. Soon, she heard Angor's familiar voice. "Hatred and obsession are two towers built in your heart. You don't need to take them down, but why don't you try to live a better life? "
Mandela remembered that he had wanted to retort, "Live an easier life? I'm already dead. I can't live a better life. "
But before she could say anything, Angor spoke again, "Why don't you … go live in your dreams?"
Mandehara's scalp tingled a little. She couldn't even remember where he was talking about. "Dream? Where?"
Am I in a dream? If this is a dream, I should be able to wake up, right?
Mandela struggled for a long time, but she didn't feel like she was in a dream at all. Either she was trapped by a powerful illusion, or Angor just threw her into this strange city.
Mandela closed her eyes and thought about what she should do next.
When she was trapped in that tower, what she wanted the most was to get out. But now, she felt a little hesitant.
She couldn't help but think about Angor's words.
"Why don't you try to live a better life? "
Mandela shook her head. Angor wasn't a good person. He was on Dark Castle's side. Why should she listen to him?
After getting rid of his complicated thoughts, Mandela had no choice but to face reality once more.
What should she do now?
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