MTL - Stealing the Hero’s Cool Script-Chapter 124 SAKUNLIN
As soon as she entered the woods, Yin Beiqing felt uncomfortable, as if an upside-down glass bowl was covering her head.
Her ears were buzzing, her steps became heavy, and her footprints sunk deeper and deeper into the mud. She silently put her hand on the Demon Slayer Blade at her waist, only to find that the soul power lifted from her heart quickly Then scattered for a stall.
Her breathing was a bit heavy, her shoulders seemed to be weighed down by a thousand catties of stones, the force of gravity pulled her trouser legs down, her shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on some kind of dry plant, she looked down cautiously, and then turned her attention back to the line of sight At the front end, the eyes widened.
At the light of the end, a figure stood up at some point, with long and thin arms stretched out towards her, before he could say anything, he was chased and overwhelmed by other shadows beside him, that face full of pain and humiliation belonged It was her father who was humiliated by hanging on the city wall after Ling Chi.
Yin Beiqing closed her eyes, suppressed the rhythm of her beating heart, silently recited the incantation taught by Lin Hegui in her heart, and used the spiritual method of meditation to eliminate what she thought was an illusion.
Some boundary techniques can affect the psychological state of the trapped person, it is more terrifying than enchantment, if you can't break free, you will be trapped in the scope of the boundary technique forever, quietly obliterating your existence in real life.
The spiritual method did work. When Yin Beiqing opened her eyes again, the black shadows in front of her eyes had disappeared, and she was about to breathe a sigh of relief and continue to approach the finish line, but she stopped again.
The viscous touch of the soles of the feet revealed a weird chill, climbing from her toes to her back, and soon she confirmed the real existence of the bright red, warm liquid with sight and smell.
Following the blood that converged into a narrow stream like a cup, she saw the figure of "father" again, and the blood came from under him.
I don't know when the "stage" has been moved in front of her, and if she takes another step, she can step on her father's struggling body.
He was like an animal waiting to be slaughtered, his limbs were controlled by different people and stretched into the character "big", with a muddy rag stuffed in his mouth, struggling and crying made his face congested and trembling.
There are many hands of unknown origin scratching his face. Those hands have long sharp claws, and their skin is dark and thick. In comparison, "claw" is a more appropriate description.
Sharp nails pierced "father"'s eye sockets, and blood and tears fused together to form a complex liquid gushing out. His mouth was also treated in the same way. His jaw was opened and closed at an angle that could no longer be blunt. Skull close to his ear to speak.
"Birth! Give birth with strength! Give birth to this cursed child, and let her become your pillar of shame to accompany you forever!"
Yin Beiqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and she covered her ears with her hands and took a step back, but those voices seemed like invisible winds could always find a gap and enter her brain.
"Does it hurt? But this is the punishment you, an unruly man, deserved."
"Do you still have the face to live in this world! Does the evil seed in your body deserve to live in this world!"
"If you are as inferior as a wife, you should be stripped and thrown into the flower house to be humiliated."
"Stop it!" There was never a moment when Yin Beiqing was so angry that she wanted the whole world to be destroyed at once - along with herself.
The air was quiet for a second, and the sound of the wind became noisy again. The man lying on the ground suddenly let out a short wail as if he was in great pain. Crawled out of his gaping mouth.
The monster gradually revealed its full size. Its huge size made it impossible to imagine how Yin Beiqing's father's thin body like a bamboo pole could accommodate it before.
The muscles of Yin Beiqing's whole body tightened, and he raised the Demon Slaying Blade to block in front of him, but the monster didn't seem to intend to attack her. It was like a rudimentary zombie, moving slowly, and it looked like a round black mouth. The mouth opened and spit out a jet of black liquid.
The liquid had no smell and no temperature, and even when it splashed on the body, it didn't feel the slightest sense of weight. However, Yin Beiqing suddenly felt a disgusted feeling of being hairy and wanting to tear off the skin on the surface of his body immediately.
She gritted her teeth and pierced the black round mouth with her sword, flipped her wrist, splitting it into countless pieces in an instant.
It wasn't considered a strenuous amount of exercise, but it caused her chest to heave violently, causing her fatigue as if she had just fought a fierce battle with hundreds of people.
The fragments were still moving unhurriedly, and slowly returned to their original shape. The round mouth opened again, but no more mucus was sprayed out. Open it to reveal a human face.
Silver eyes and black hair, a face full of evil spirits—this is herself.
As if suddenly having a premonition, Yin Beiqing touched his face, and what his fingertips touched was not the original smooth skin, but a slightly warm and moist touch. His hands trembled uncontrollably. "Yin Beiqing" in front of him "But he held up a mirror and faced her directly.
—The monster's head actually grew on her neck.
The leaves are crowded on the branches and rustled, it seems that there are countless mouths hiding in the darkness and chanting.
"Monster", "dirty", "unworthy of life", "go to hell"...
The more Yin Beiqing tried to block those voices, the more sensitive her senses became. She could even feel that the bloodshot eyes on her eyeballs were congested and swelled one by one, with a scorching heat that wanted to turn her into ashes.
The black shadow in front of him continued to move. It pierced into Yin Beiqing's father's body one by one, implementing its own justice in this way.
"Scrape off your flesh with a sharp knife, wash your soul with pain, and eliminate your unclean parts, but keep your sins in mind. For you, this is a precious gift and the last chance to repent."
