The flowing river water was crystal clear, and tiny fish, no bigger than a finger, swam around. A girl in simple clothes was crying by the river.
The girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, the most vibrant and lively age, but at this moment she was particularly sad.
"Why do I have small eyes, instead of Nana's bright and expressive ones!"
"Why do I have a big nose, instead of Lingling's small and cute one?"
...
If I could be as beautiful as them, my brother would never refuse me.
Just before, a girl who had always felt a little inferior because she was not as good-looking as others mustered up the courage to confess her feelings to the boy she liked, but was rejected.
She felt that the boy she liked rejected her because she was not pretty, so she went to the river to cry and resented the gods for not giving her a beautiful appearance.
"Beautiful maiden, why are you weeping?"
A gentle voice rang out, attracting the girl's attention. She saw a man in a dark green robe with a gentle expression.
The man stopped beside her, half-squatting down, and looked at the somewhat shy girl: "Can you tell me what made you so sad?"
The gentle voice had an inexplicable magnetism that made the girl instinctively trust him, as if she had found someone to confide in, and she poured out her troubles and grievances.
The man listened silently, his gentle smile growing even brighter: "Was it because of your appearance that you were rejected by the boy you liked? What a pity! Would you like to become more beautiful?"
His voice carried a seductive quality, and his deep, dark eyes, like an abyss, drew people step by step into hell.
"Do you have a way to make me more beautiful?"
The girl took the bait; her eyes lit up with incredible excitement.
"sure!"
The man opened the package, which contained many strange items. The girl's gaze fell on the three bottles of potion that the man handed her.
"With each bottle of potion you drink, you will become more beautiful, but with each bottle you drink, you will also have to pay a corresponding price."
The man's voice grew increasingly eerie, like a seductive whisper from hell:
"Is it not worth exchanging ears that can only hear noise, eyes that can only see, and tongues that can only speak, for a beautiful appearance?"
The girl seemed to be in a daze, as if she had seen the scene she most wanted to see in her daze, and she reached out her palm as if possessed.
The girl woke up when her hand touched the three bottles of potion. She looked at the empty space in front of her, with only the three bottles of potion in her hand being real.
She panicked and realized that the so-called devil was bewitching her. She instinctively wanted to throw away the three bottles of potion, but when she thought of the devil's words, the girl hesitated. After struggling with her inner thoughts for a long time, she decided to keep the three bottles of potion.
I'm just keeping the medicine for safekeeping; I won't use it, I won't use it!
As if making up her mind, or perhaps trying to reassure herself, the girl left in a panic.
Meanwhile, the man she could no longer see wore an even gentler smile.
Suddenly, the smile changed slightly, and as he gazed into the distance, it became meaningful.
He murmured ancient syllables, and if anyone could understand them, they would recognize them as the words "Medusa".
...
Su Qing was slightly taken aback. Before she knew it, the gift box in her hand shattered, and the crystal mirror turned into a stream of light and flew towards the Queen.
They collided and blended together, crystal and flesh merged, the mirror shone brightly, enveloping the queen's figure and reflecting afterimages.
Dozens, even hundreds, of people were covered in blood, with a cut on their necks that had slit their throats.
Those were the people the queen sacrificed; now their faces were contorted with rage as they frantically tried to climb and escape.
Thin pink snakes crawled out and pulled the hundreds of people back.
This mirror imprisoned the souls of those people, and now it is preparing to use their souls as a medium and source of power to help the magic mirror merge with the queen.
Everything happened too suddenly. In just two or three breaths, a dazzling and terrifying white light burst forth from where the Queen had been, forcing everyone to look away.
When the white light disappeared, someone secretly opened their eyes and cried out in terror, "What the hell was that thing?"
Many people were drawn by the exclamation and looked over, their expressions changing drastically.
At this moment, the queen had transformed into a monster, nearly six meters tall, with a head full of snake hair, the color of which was pink like human skin. She had a pair of half-closed eyes, tusks like a wild boar, and from her neck down, she was covered in fine pink scales, resembling a snake.
Upon seeing such a monster, the nobles fled in a frenzy.
"Trying to escape?"
The voice seemed to come from her throat, filled with resentment. Even in this state, she would not let these people get away with it.
A spiky coat spread out, sealing off the entire hall. It climbed up, binding one person after another, then opened its fanged mouth and bit into their throats.
Blood stained the floor of the main hall, but Su Qing watched coldly without intervening.
He was going to take over this land, and these nobles were only a nuisance and a source of trouble if left behind. He couldn't do it himself, so he was grateful to the queen for having someone else handle it for him.
At the same time, Su Qing recognized what kind of monster it was: Medusa, the Gorgon with snakes for hair from ancient Greek mythology.
With a head full of snake hair, wild boar tusks, and petrifying eyes, it seemed that only this monster could be described.
Those people in the hall were almost all killed in a flash. Perhaps because of the intense resentment, the monster that the queen had transformed into did not even choose to petrify them, but instead tore them into pieces with her snake hair.
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