Julius Reed was willing to make a move, partly because he felt manipulated by the Prophet.
On the other hand, he didn’t want Shadow Kims and Ilia Danvers to die so easily.
Pruitt Wilde had said, the Golden Dragon is in Mont.
Mont holds many secrets.
Once Ilia Danvers dies, Mont’s secrets might disappear forever.
At the very least, Julius Reed wanted to figure out Ilia Danvers’s identity and what he had been doing all these years before considering whether to kill him.
Moreover, he needed to see Grace River’s attitude.
So he didn’t resist, lying in the golden coffin.
It was very safe here.
At least those Monk Soldiers wouldn’t open the coffin.
Once inside the coffin, it was deathly silent outside.
Soon, Julius Reed felt the coffin moving.
As if being pushed.
Oh.
The golden coffin in the lab had rollers underneath.
It could be moved freely.
Suddenly, Julius Reed turned his head to look at a bead inside the coffin.
This bead was very special, crystal clear.
Although there was no light in the coffin, Julius Reed had good vision and could see clearly.
No one was supposed to have entered the coffin.
Except for Julius Reed and the Prophet’s body.
Looking now, it was likely that when Julius Reed secretly opened the Prophet’s head to plant the bomb, the head broke, causing the bead to fall out.
Julius Reed gently broke free from the golden rope and picked up the bead with his hand.
In an instant.
It was as if a force was trying to extract his soul!
Buzz!
Julius Reed felt his mind go blank!
He found himself in a new world.
All around was a vast whiteness, nothing to be seen.
Julius Reed looked at his hands and feet, still normal, his tattoos still there.
He wanted to end this situation but had no way to do it.
"Hello there."
Suddenly.
A little girl appeared behind him.
"Who are you?" Julius Reed remained vigilant but crouched down with a smile and asked.
"I’m called Phoenix Sinclair. My dad calls Ives, my mom calls Phoenix." The little girl rocked on her heels, happily asking, "Big brother, what’s your na?"
"My na is... my na is Jorvik Reed." Julius Reed was montarily stunned.
He always felt the little girl before him looked familiar, unexpectedly she was Hiddy’s childhood self.
But where exactly was this!
Why would he end up in such an environnt?
Could it be an illusion?
Julius Reed rarely entered hallucinations and he could clearly feel that he couldn’t control his body.
His consciousness was completely drifting.
This feeling was very peculiar.
A bit like...
When the Prophet entered the divine realm.
"West Tower brother, how co you are here?" The little girl placed the kettle on the ground and, looking up, asked puzzled, "Except for dad, no one has visited in a long ti! Brother, how did you get here?"
"I... I don’t know how I got here either." Julius Reed reached out, wanting to touch the little girl, but found he completely missed.
His palm passed through the little girl’s body, into emptiness.
Julius Reed was montarily lost.
He seed to rember Hiddy once said she had no childhood!
She had no mories of being a child!
What she could rember was probably from when she was around ten years old.
No matter how she thought or recalled, she couldn’t rember.
Julius Reed had also tried to help her, using so special thods.
But it was of no use.
Hiddy was like soone who grew directly from adolescence, without a childhood.
Could this be what Hiddy looked like as a child?
But why would he suddenly appear in Hiddy’s childhood?
Was this the Prophet’s trap?
"Big brother, are you a bad person?" The little girl sat on the ground, seemingly very excited as if no one had chatted with her for a long ti.
Yet there was also a hint of nervousness.
"Besides my dad and mom, I haven’t seen a third person here. But my mom hasn’t co for a long, long ti either."
The little girl held her chin in her hands, as if lost in mories. "Dad hasn’t visited for a long ti either."
"Are you here all alone?" Julius Reed looked around, seeing nothing.
Only the white light.
"Mm." The little girl nodded, pointing at the surrounding emptiness, "Ives doesn’t have many hobbies, just likes growing flowers like this. Look, I’ve planted many beautiful flowers."
With that, she picked up the kettle and continued watering.
The kettle was empty.
No water.
There was nothing on the ground either.
Was it that he couldn’t see it?
Julius Reed began to doubt.
As an outsider, he had invaded Hiddy’s childhood mories.
Not being able to see so things was normal.
"Mm, these flowers are very beautiful." Julius Reed said casually, he now had to figure out why he was here!
Only by figuring out this issue could he possibly leave.
Julius Reed feared nothing else, his biggest worry was being trapped here like Hiddy, unable to leave!
If that happened, he would be no different from a plant.
Julius Reed was not worried about his physical body, only his soul.
Just like back when the temple tried countless ways to counter him and chose to implant a personality within him.
To split him!
"Brother, can you see the flowers?" Hiddy excitedly dropped the kettle and squatted in front of Julius Reed, "Can you tell what the flowers look like?"
The small eyes were full of anticipation.
Julius Reed’s heart skipped a beat, a very bad premonition!
"You can’t see the flowers?" he asked tentatively.
"Mm... dad told Ives that only obedient children can see the flowers. Ives is not obedient, so I can’t see..." At this, Hiddy lowered her head, rubbing her clothes.
"But Ives believes, one day I will beco a child who speaks. Able to see the flowers I water every day."
Hearing this, an unnaable rage ignited in Julius Reed’s heart!
This was deceit!
He tried hard to control his emotions, smiling as he patted Hiddy’s head, "There are red ones, and green ones, and even weeds. Uncle will help you weed."
With that, he grabbed a handful of air.
"Really! Thank you, uncle." Hiddy jumped around excitedly. "Ives will surely plant them beautifully, to show mom when dad puts her head back."
"What!" Julius Reed’s eyes widened, blinking, his back covered in cold sweat! "Your dad took your mom’s head off?"
"Dad said, mom’s head was sick. But mom didn’t know, he wanted to surprise her, so he secretly knocked her out, then used an axe to take her head off, to help mom treat her illness!" Hiddy’s eyes brimd with anticipation. "Dad said, mom will be fine soon."
"What’s your mother’s na?" Julius Reed’s scalp tingled.
He now roughly understood why Hiddy had no childhood.
"I forgot... but Ives rembers, they all call mom... call mom the Prophet!" Hiddy smiled happily. "Mom is amazing!"
"Damn! Bastard!" Julius Reed stood up, clenching his fists tightly!
Hiddy’s dad killed her mom, deceiving her into planting flowers here towards thin air!
"Ives, do you know how to leave here?" Julius Reed decided, the Prophet must die.
Not even the gods can stop it!
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