Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Iyalian was wearing a silver robe without patterns, and his little hands and feet were also bound by silver chains, but he was not afraid or crying like other children. He just knelt calmly, silently and calmly, feeling a little like a little adult.

Mo Yu walked to his side like a ghost, squatted gently, and reached out to touch the tender cheek of the child version of Iyalian.

Although he couldn't really touch him, this pink and round Holy Son dumpling was indeed a sight that you don't usually see.

"Who..." Mo Yu was obviously in a ghost state, but I didn't know if it was because Iyalian was the target of the skill, causing part of the adult knight's consciousness to be projected, or if there was something happening somewhere that was captured by the little child. Iyalian seemed to have sensed something, raised his head slightly, and looked around the room.

There was a little bit of brightness in his eyes, but more of confusion. He said in a clear childish voice, "... Is anyone there? I can't see you."

"I'm here." Mo Yu didn't know if he could hear his voice, so he whispered, "I'll always be with you."

He gently pressed a kiss on the forehead of the Holy Son Tuanzi that he couldn't touch: "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine."

Tuanzi's silver eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Mo Yu didn't stay in Iyalian for too long. Historical projection is equivalent to a stand-alone game where the production team only makes one plot line. Although the player can control the character, he will be cut through the model when he touches anything. He can only explore and collect intelligence, which is no different from non-interactive VR.

He doesn't have much time. Instead of wasting it on the past that cannot be changed, it is better to go back to the correct timeline and stick with the knight.

Although it is not known whether it is randomness, fate, or the subconscious choice of the knight that made his projection descend on this period of history, the two white robes are indeed very suspicious.

Mo Yu had ten minutes left. He couldn't wait for the two white robes to come to Iyalian. He relied on the fact that he was a bug of penetration and went directly into the farthest room.

In the room, the child wearing the same silver robe was pressed face down by the young white robe in a special wooden frame. The wooden frame just supported the child's head and left a hole for breathing, so that he would not suffocate.

The child's hair was lifted up. The old white robe was holding a small hammer in one hand and a bamboo tube with a sharp silver needle at the front in the other hand, tattooing a strange pattern on the back of the child's neck.

Every time the hammer hit, the sharp silver needle would pierce the skin, and then bounce back with the elasticity of the bamboo tube. The medicine in the bamboo tube was injected into the skin along the hollow silver needle.

——Fuck, isn't this just using the ancient way to tattoo such a young child? The Church of Light is simply unscrupulous.

The pattern was small, but very delicate. Mo Yu came forward to take a closer look. The lines drawn with ordinary paint showed a flower bud, and the petals that made up the flower bud were actually wings.

At this moment, the old man in white robe had only completed the tattoo of two wings. According to the size and proportion of the whole pattern, Mo Yu, who had been working as an artist for a long time, estimated that the final pattern should be a flower bud made up of nine wings.

The child would scream and struggle at first, but now he seemed to faint from the pain. His tender hands dug into the ground tightly. Mo Yu couldn't bear to watch it anymore and covered his mouth and retreated.

The Church of Light's actions were simply too disgusting.

The pain of tattooing is unbearable even for adult men in modern times, not to mention that it was carved on such tender skin with such ancient and crude tools, mixed with pigments and potions of unknown materials, without disinfection and anesthesia.