NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 683 Not so good
She choked and shouted, "High Priest, I...I can't do it."
The high priest looked at him calmly, unable to see any joy or sorrow in his eyes behind the silver mask, "If I do it, he will only suffer more."
In the end, the white stone knife cut through the skin, and the blood gradually spread like a red river in the mercury pool.
Suzaku will always remember how he felt that day.
The hot blood, warm flesh, Xuanwu's suppressed pain, and the bloody human face.
The hyphae in the Xuanwu head mask became more active, and they rushed to penetrate into the blurred flesh.
From that moment on, the old brother Xu Bin was completely gone, and he could never take off the mask again;
From then on, there was no Xu Bin in the Dawn Tower, only Xuanwu.
She saw Xuanwu holding his head on the ground, wailing in pain, and banging the ground and wall frantically.
The pain made him continue to destroy everything he could touch.
The high priest was still watching with aloof compassion and indifference.
"It hurts! Ahhh! My head hurts so much!!!"
"Something is stabbing me in the face!!"
"it hurts!!!"
"Ahhh, kill me, Suzaku, kill me, kill me!"
"I can't stand it anymore! It hurts, it hurts, kill me!!!"
"Kill me!!!"
When Suzaku was cutting him, he could still endure the pain of being skinned, but when he put on the Xuanwu mask and the mycelium began to invade, he went crazy in pain.
Suzaku had seen the pain of two other people fusing together, and she thought she wouldn't be afraid anymore.
However, she still collapsed when she looked at Xuanwu who kept banging his head on the ground and his flesh and blood were bloody.
The medicine she gave Xuanwu was useless, and the medicine on the ground couldn't stop the pain caused by the abyssal substance at all.
It was the pain and despair of the body being disintegrated inch by inch, the mycelium piercing the soul's flesh and bones inch by inch.
Xuanwu fell into the mercury pool in despair and sank quickly.
The surrounding area became quiet.
The high priest slowly picked up the piece of dough that was thrown on the ground like a rag and covered the face of the person with it.
The facial features overlapped, and the face quickly shrank, overlapped, and disappeared.
Zhuque just glanced at the man's face lightly. This time, the man's face looked somewhat similar to Xuanwu's original appearance.
It looks like Xuanwu, Qinglong, Baihu, and many people...
She looked at the person's Facebook from a distance and felt that the eyes were also smiling at her.
No matter which angle she walked, those eyes were looking straight at her.
The end of his grin was a weird smile.
Zhuque's pupils gradually dilated and he trembled violently.
She saw the twisted souls of Qinglong, Baihu and Xuanwu crowded in the small cover, and they smiled ferociously and waved to her.
I've been waiting for you. I'll be waiting for you.
Come quickly...
Little Suzaku, come on...
Her trembling hands could no longer hold the stone knife.
"Kang Dang"
The white stone knife cut through the blood-stained area. Suzaku reacted and tried to grab it, but he could no longer hold it.
When the stone knife fell on the ground, the sound it made was not harsh, but at this moment, Suzaku felt that the entire Dawn Tower should hear its scream.
After fusing the mask, you need to rest for a long time. The white mycelium invades the body and fuses with it. It does not happen overnight.
During this period, Xuanwu will be immersed in the mercury pool.
Only here can his pain be relieved.
But in this process, the high priest will help him.
Three days later, Xuanwu left the house calmly, but the high priest collapsed.
He was too weak to stand up. He held on with all his might to prevent Xuanwu from noticing anything unusual. He waited until Xuanwu left before falling into the pool.
Everyone thought that the high priest was still the same high priest, with ease and predictability.
He stabilizes everyone's hearts like the Dinghai Divine Needle, but only Suzaku knows that this Dinghai Divine Needle has long been corroded by copper rust and is vulnerable to attack.
When Zhuque went to visit Xuanwu, he was sitting in front of the mirror, looking at his mask carefully.
The black tortoise's skin is very rough and covered with deep wrinkles, like an old man's face.
Seeing Zhuque, Xuanwu suppressed the sadness in his eyes and said with a smile, "Little Zhuque, why are you here?"
"Let me see you."
Suzaku said, "Are you... okay?"
"not too good……"
The old turtle head sighed, and opened and closed its pointed mouth, "You know, I like to eat melon seeds, but this pointed mouth is not suitable for eating melon seeds at all. I still have a lot of melon seeds to eat. It seems that I only have a lot of melon seeds to eat." I can give it to you.”
He wanted to laugh, but the old turtle's skin was hard and rough, which could not affect his facial expression at all. There was no smile in his eyes that were completely different from those of humans.
I wanted to smile but couldn't, and my whole face looked particularly awkward.
Suzaku walked over and sat next to him.
The little girl was less than his shoulders.
Xuanwu raised his hand and touched her head, "Little Suzaku, don't be afraid, the high priest will protect you. Remember our agreement, you must remember the way home.
This time I went out and passed our former orphanage. "
Hearing this, Suzaku was slightly startled and subconsciously asked, "Is it still there?"
"Of course it's still there. The big banyan tree in the yard is now very tall and big, bigger than a building.
The sunflowers on the hillside are growing wildly. If the dean were still here, he would definitely take us to roast sunflower seeds."
He took out a ring woven from foxtail grass from the drawer and waved his hand gently. The foxtail grass swayed and looked like rabbit ears.
A long time ago, there was a man who liked to sit on a hillside, weave rabbit rings out of dog tail grass, and give them to every crying child in the yard.
Seeing the bunny ears dangling on his fingers, Suzaku finally couldn't hold himself any longer.
He threw away the mask on his head and hugged Xuanwu and cried loudly.
"Cry, cry, little girl, you should cry out your sadness. If you hold it in, you will get sick."
Xuanwu gently stroked the head of the youngest sister among the people who were still alive. The yellow-haired girl who used to be as dry as grass is now dark and shiny.
But she was not as happy as before.
They tried their best to protect the youngest girl, allowing her to maintain her almost foolish innocence among the monsters that were no longer human or ghost.
But only Suzaku like this can always remind them that they were once normal humans.
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Longshan, Tingfeng City.
In the Black Flame Prison.
A shriveled and skinny body was crawling on the ground, its hands were so thin that they were just skin and bones, its arms were covered with hideous wounds, and the rotting muscle tissue gave off a foul smell.
September is desperate.
It seemed that Jiang You really wanted to starve her to death.
After the young mountaineer left, she was the only one left in the prison, without even a rat or cockroach to be seen.
She banged on the cell door desperately, yelled, and roared, but her voice could not get out at all.
Even the old kidnapper who gave her medicine before never came again.
Not a morsel of water, not a morsel of food.
It seemed that she was going to be left alone in a dark hell to rot and stink...
She didn't even know how many days had passed outside.
When she didn't notice, the Black Flame Prison gently opened a corner.
Suddenly there was a faint sound in the air.
"Kacha~Kacha~"
"Click~"
A tin frog jumped out from the thick black flames.