Chapter 615 Another Ally (Six Thousand)

Ever since he saw everything this woman went through in the illusion, Ron had understood that this woman held an extremely strong hatred towards the Andre family. To Ron now, anyone who had a grudge against the Andre family could be won over.

Even if she is just a female ghost.

If possible, Ron hopes to cooperate with this woman, or at least hopes that this woman can give him some guidance.

But Ron didn't expect that this woman's hatred for the Andre family had reached such a strong level.

But it’s better this way. The more hatred this woman has towards the Andre family, the greater the possibility of dragging her onto the warship, and the higher the probability of destroying the Andre family.

Therefore, even though the Soul Burial Forest was in unprecedented turmoil due to the energy released by this woman, the expression on Ron's face was quite calm. He just looked at the woman in front of him silently, waiting for this woman to return to normal.

“Ahhhhhhhh…”

The woman held her head tightly with both hands.

She seemed to be trapped in some painful memories.

She can create realistic illusions of scenes she has experienced, and use them to reap the lives of practitioners who accidentally enter the Soul Burial Forest. However, this does not mean that the woman still remembers this memory clearly. It is more like a habit.

That memory is so painful.

The pain is so great that it makes a woman collapse and despair. Even after she dies, her soul cannot bear the painful memories.

It was like a self-protection mechanism of the soul. In order to prevent the soul from collapsing due to excessive pain, the soul chose to seal this memory on its own. However, the woman's hatred for the Andre family was too strong. Even if the memory was sealed, these scenes would continue to appear in the illusion.

And now, the three words "Andre" suddenly spoken from Ron's mouth were like a key that opened up the long-forgotten memories.

In an instant, all kinds of fragments and memories rushed into the ghost girl's consciousness like a flood.

The extremely strong impact made the female ghost scream wildly. The pain of her soul being impacted by various memories and the pain of her memories returning were madly torturing the female ghost's spirit. She could not even maintain her own soul. Her whole body was constantly rhythmic and fluctuating, and it seemed that her soul could completely collapse at any time.

It hurts so much.

It feels so uncomfortable.

It's despair.

Ahhhhhhhhh.

Sharp and hoarse wails echoed in the Soul Burial Forest like waves of tsunamis, turning into invisible impacts that crushed a large number of trees and rocks around them. The gray fog in the air was also rolling violently.

A large number of infant spirits gathered behind the woman, their small bodies trembling.

With their tiny, undeveloped heads, they had no idea why their mother had suddenly become like this.

Many infant spirits glared at Ron. Their mother became like this because of what this hateful bastard said. What their mother said was indeed right. All the people outside were bad guys.

The woman's screams continued.

The sound was extremely penetrating. Not to mention inside the Soul Burial Forest, Ron even suspected that the woman's roar could be heard outside the crater, even in the Andre family's lair.

The constant return of memories brought unbearable pain.

His hair was torn off in clumps, his scalp was covered in blood, and his sharp claws scratched across his face, tearing off strips of flesh.

She remembered.

I remember everything.

That year, she was just fifteen years old, at the prime age of a young girl, but her family assigned her a husband and gave her the responsibility of continuing the family line. There was no romance or happiness on her wedding night, only endless pain.

She was tortured to the point where she was barely recognizable as a human.

From that day on, her life changed completely. She seemed to have fallen into hell, enduring all kinds of torture every day. This nightmare life only ended when she became pregnant.

How could she forget that after she became pregnant, her mother-in-law, father-in-law and husband looked at her with bloodshot eyes filled with extremely strong expectations. That look brought her unimaginable pressure. She simply could not imagine what kind of blame and torture she would endure if after ten months of pregnancy, the child that came out of her belly was not the normal child they expected.

As the days passed, her belly grew bigger.

Until one day, an elder from the clan came over, just glanced at her casually, and told her the answer that made her collapse and despair: the baby in her belly was most likely to be deformed.

At that moment, she felt as if the sky was about to fall, and there was only endless darkness in his world, without any light at all.

The way her parents-in-law and husband looked at her also changed. They became fierce and cruel. She secretly heard more than once that they were discussing privately about getting rid of the baby in her belly so that she could start preparing for pregnancy again earlier.

This is a very common thing in the Andre family, but it makes women shudder.

More and more memories came to the woman's mind. She remembered more and more things. She thought about how she ran away from home, how she evaded the patrol, and how she searched for food in the garbage dump, barely maintaining her life.

She remembered how happy she was the moment her child was born.

When I think about the child being taken away and abandoned, I feel so desperate.

She thought about how she fed her children with her own blood, and how the children’s dark eyes stared at her when she was about to die.

"ah……"

Pain, screaming, wailing.

Everything that I had experienced before seemed to be happening again.

Sealing away memories will not make the pain disappear completely, it will only make you more desperate when the memories are retrieved.

Right in the woman's abdomen, it seemed that something was wriggling violently.

laugh.

The beige dress was torn.

The woman's belly appeared completely in the eyes of Ron and the other three.

When seeing the current appearance of the woman's belly, almost everyone feels a little tingling on their scalp. The woman's belly is no longer in normal shape. The fetus in the belly is so big that the belly has been stretched to only a thin layer, which is translucent and looks like crystal.

Through that thin layer of belly skin, you can even see a rather large and exaggerated fetus struggling inside.

"Cry..."

The loud cry of the fetus passed through the belly and echoed in everyone's ears.

The little baby didn't want to stay in his mother's belly forever. He wanted to see the outside world, no matter how dangerous it was.

The little hands were digging around in the mother's belly, and finally the woman's belly broke. The sticky amniotic fluid flowed everywhere, and the tiny fetus finally came out of the mother's belly.

Yes...

She remembered.

She killed her own child with her own hands.

She died, but her strong resentment, coupled with the special environment of the Soul Burial Forest, caused her soul to not disappear immediately after her death. Instead, it was transformed into a ghost-like existence.

Even though she has turned into a ghost, she still wants to protect her children.

She thought she was still alive. She controlled her body which had long lost its breath and heartbeat, and picked up the child on the ground again. The outside world was too dangerous. Only her belly was the safest place for her child. Only in her own body could she protect her child.

So, the woman tore open her belly and stuffed the child back into her stomach, allowing the child to suffocate in her stomach until death, and then... transformed into a ghost baby.

How many years.

The woman herself can no longer remember.

One thousand years, two thousand years, or even longer? She held the child in her belly, and spent days and months like this. She thought this was the most beautiful and happiest life for the child, and she protected her child very well.

But until this moment, until the three words "Andre" came out of Ron's mouth, until her memory was restored, she realized that all the beauty, all the happiness, were just her own illusions.

What a cruel act.

Why should I wake myself up from my beautiful dream? A sad smile appeared on the woman's face.

However, she did not hate Ron for waking her up. She just silently stared at the child coming out of her belly. The child was still that small and covered in blood.

His little face is wrinkled and looks so ugly... But she believes that he will be very handsome when he grows up.

The little guy was crawling slowly on the ground.

His face was filled with incredible surprise and eager impulse.

He raised his little head and looked around silently, at the white bones on the ground, at the broken trees around him, at the thick fog covering the Soul Burial Forest, and at the dark clouds above his head...

None of them are beautiful scenery, but they seem so novel and attractive to this little guy.

It's still a very small thing, but it shows a completely different level of maturity.

He looked at every corner carefully, as if he wanted to imprint those images completely in his mind and soul so that he would never forget them.

Finally, the little guy's attention shifted to the woman.

The woman who had been looking at her son sadly and tenderly actually showed some panic on her face.

She knew that she had restrained her son for too long, and suddenly a strong fear emerged in her heart. She didn't know how her son would view her as a mother. Would he hate her or resent her? She was panicked.

I even had the urge to cover my face and run away.

But what the woman didn't expect was that there wasn't a trace of resentment in her son's six clear eyes.

Obviously, he is also an infant spirit, a ghost baby.

But there was not a single trace of filth and resentment in his body. His body had clearly been dead for a long time, yet it looked so clean.

He looked at his mother quietly, and suddenly, his wrinkled little face opened up, revealing a silly smile. He tried to raise his still somewhat uncontrollable little hand and gestured to his mother.

When the woman saw that scene, she couldn't bear it any longer.

It was obvious that she had died a long time ago, and her body had clearly rotted away, leaving only a pile of white bones.

Obviously, her physical body was just a phantom formed by resentment, but at this moment, the woman felt her nose was sore and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist. The next moment, the woman could no longer bear it. She rushed over and hugged her son in her arms, very tightly.

Tears filled her eyes, and then collapsed in the next second, with tear marks rolling down the woman's cheeks.

Clear and translucent, like pearls.

It fell to the ground and shattered.

The woman burst into tears, as if she wanted to release all the depression and despair she had endured for thousands of years.

The little guy in his mother's arms could feel his mother's sorrow and pain. He stretched out a dry little hand and gently stroked his mother's cheek. He couldn't speak yet and could only babble.

The woman with tearful eyes finally raised her head and looked hazily at her son in her arms.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

His little hands wiped away the tears from the corners of his mother's eyes. He smiled at his mother again, and then all six of his black eyes raised up to look at the sky above his head.

The woman seemed to sense something, her face changed drastically, and she hugged the child in her arms in panic, wanting to stop something, but she could not stop anything. She could only watch the little guy in her arms turn into a little bit of hazy light, like a group of fireflies, and gradually dissipate in her arms.

The sound of the woman wailing became the only movement in the Soul Burial Forest.

The atmosphere is a bit depressing.

Neither Ron nor Hefferson, who usually talked the most, said a word at this time.

Maybe I don’t know what to say.

Originally I just wanted to go to the Andre family's lair to cause trouble, but who would have thought that I would have to go through such a plot.

Everyone knows why this is the case.

This little guy, even though he was abandoned and eventually suffocated to death in his mother's womb, even if he wasn't suffocated to death he would have starved to death, but... his soul was very pure, so pure that there was not a single impurity.

He did not resent anyone. In his soul there was only a desire for this world and gratitude towards his mother.

When he saw the outside world with his own eyes and expressed his gratitude to his mother through his babbling voice, his soul no longer had any attachment to this world.

It just dissipated like that.

This may be the best ending for this little guy.

The woman cried for a long time, until her tears ran dry and she finally stopped crying.

Raising a dry finger and wiping away the last tear from the corner of her eye, the woman finally sat up from the ground. She took a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself down.

The delicate nose was still twitching.

She needed some time to digest the fact that her son was gone.

But, for this woman, this might not be a bad thing. Her son left without any pain, and he no longer had to stay in this world and endure any torture.

As an evil spirit and a fierce ghost, the woman knew very well how painful it was to exist like this.

Moreover, she could finally let go and do things that she had long wanted to do but had not dared to do without any worries.

Huh! The woman exhaled heavily again, turned around, and looked at Ron and others.

She was still a fierce ghost, but the evil spirit and resentment in her body had obviously dissipated a little, and was replaced by doubled hatred.

Hatred is the last motivation for her to continue existing in this world.

She couldn't just watch those guys who killed her and her son, and their descendants living so peacefully in this world. She had to make them pay a price.

"Who are you and why do you know the Andre family?" The woman spoke slowly, her voice returning to normal: "My name is Daphne..."

It seems that women's wisdom has fully returned.

She did not tell her full name, after all, the last name Andre made her feel sick.

Daphne, it's a very beautiful name.

"My name is Ron..." He had been trying to communicate with this woman before, so after the woman recovered, Ron took the lead in negotiating with the woman.

He first pointed at a few people around him and introduced them one by one.

"To put it simply, we are people who live in other places outside the Andre family's lair and the Soul Burial Forest in the Dusk Continent."

"As for why they knew about the Andre family, it's actually very simple. Our existence is heresy to the Andre family. The Andre family, who consider themselves the guardians of destiny, cannot tolerate our existence and try to completely wipe out heretics like us from this world. As time goes by, they found out." Ron spread his hands, his tone somewhat helpless.

He really doesn't want to make things so big.

Who would have thought that his original goal was just to survive in this world, but even such a small goal could not be accomplished because someone jumped out to hinder him.

In that case, the only thing I can do is kill all those who want to hinder me, right?

Ron did not hide anything. This woman was his natural ally. He believed that as long as it was something that could make the Andre family unhappy, this woman would definitely cooperate unconditionally, even though she knew very well how dangerous such an action was and that she would lose her soul if she was not careful.

He told the woman in front of him everything about the future he had glimpsed, what might happen in the Andre family's lair, and what he and his friends wanted to do.

After listening to this, the woman was silent for a moment, and then immediately spoke: "So, Mr. Ron wants me to join you in revenge against the Andre family?"

"Of course this is the best. After all, our strength is a little weak. You know better than us how powerful the Andre family is..." Ron said, "Under this circumstance, I naturally hope that our strength will be as strong as possible. If Ms. Daphne is unwilling, we will not force her. We just hope that you can help guide us to the Andre family's lair."

Daphne did not answer immediately. She scanned Ron and the others one by one. After a long while, Daphne shook her head and said, "The truth hurts, but... I must tell you that if you four don't have other more powerful helpers, you are courting death if you want to enter the Andre family."

A pale finger pointed at Patrich: "You are the strongest among the four of you, right? There are fifty-two people like you in the Andre family..."

"I don't know where you get the courage from, but I really don't see any hope of you winning."

As soon as these words came out, Ron and the others immediately understood that Daphne existed at least a thousand years ago, before the Archibald and Andre family.

"Ms. Daphne, do you know Montelicia?" Ron asked after thinking for a while.

Daphne nodded: "I know Montelicia, she is a few years older than me..."

Okay, it’s confirmed, this Daphne existed almost three thousand years ago.

"Ahem..." Ron coughed softly and chose his words carefully: "Ms. Daphne, I know that our strength is nothing compared to the Andre family, but in fact... the current Andre family may not be as powerful as you know. Of the fifty-two ancestors, only thirteen are left after being killed."

"He's still a behemoth, but... maybe not so unattainable anymore."

Daphne was slightly stunned, with some surprise showing on her little face. She seemed to have not expected that during the time when she turned into a ghost, such a big change would happen to the Andre family.

Of the fifty-two ancestors, three quarters died directly.

Who did this? It's too fierce, isn't it?

I really didn't expect that I would hear such good news just after I recovered to normal...well, a little more normal intelligence. Daphne even had the urge to sing a song "Today is a Good Day".

It's a pity that this fierce man didn't uproot the Andre family. It would be perfect if no one was left alive.

After all, a place as dirty and filthy as the Andre family's is really not worthy of having any living creatures.

Soon, Daphne thought of something else. She was silent for a moment and then asked, "How long have I been dead?"

"If our speculation is correct, you may have been dead for three thousand years."

Three thousand years.

Daphne's already pale face was instantly covered with a layer of darkness.

She bit her lips hard and tried hard to control the shaking of her body. She had actually tied up her child for three thousand years. She had actually spent three thousand years in this forest in a daze and endured three thousand years of torture.

After a long time, Daphne seemed to finally accept the news. Although the expression on her face was still a little ugly, it was at least not so distorted anymore.

She shook her head vigorously to drive away the distracting thoughts that emerged in her mind: "I will act with you."

"I also want to see the Andre family suffer a disaster with my own eyes, and watch this sinful family bleed into a river... I even want to kill them one by one with my own hands... But, it's best not to expect that I can help."

"Perhaps, I have some power, but my current existence has purely natural flaws."

"No matter how strong I am, I am only a ghost after all. Lightning, fire, and dawn can all cause fatal damage to me."

Daphne was a little annoyed.

She no longer had a real body; her flesh had long since decayed, and even her bones had decayed.

She is basically just a simple ghost now.

Even those who are weaker than her and at a lower level than her can cause her fatal harm.

If you really encounter a demigod-level monster like that, you might just need to raise your hand and use some magical power to completely bury your soul... Although the ancestors of the Andre family mainly studied space and the secret method of longevity, they also dabbled in various other powers on the Dusk Continent.

Ron was about to speak, but at this moment, a figure appeared silently beside him.

Who else could it be if not Elsa, the suspected goddess of life and death?

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