Chapter 13: The Family That Deals with All the Evildoers (7) They were only...
When Henrik ran to the other side of the road, his SAN value was only 80%. After being teased by Azhu, his SAN value dropped sharply to 30%.
A Zhui pursued the victory and cast a spell to expand the cemetery constructed by the illusion box.
Although Henrik was already unable to escape, the fact that the edge of the cemetery was just around the corner still gave him hope. Now, the cemetery suddenly seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see, and Henrik shuddered, frozen in shock.
Ah Zhui had already thought about what to do next, but his magic power was limited, so he hid his body and asked Si Ling for help: "Si Ling, help me!"
Si Ling was following John leisurely.
During that time, she didn't do anything scary. She just cast a small spell when John was rushing to the side of the road, lengthening the distance of the road at the same speed as John.
So John was like being stuck in the same spot. No matter how he accelerated or slowed down, the distance between him and the roadside did not change at all. Even if he changed direction, the effect was the same.
John's hair stood on end, and his SAN value also dropped by 10% invisibly.
Si Ling was not in a hurry to do anything else because she still wanted to use Henrik from Azhu as a "prop".
So, when he heard Ah Zhui's voice, Si Ling immediately replied: "What are you doing?"
Ah Zhui said, "Advanced spells... I don't quite understand them. Can you lend me those little paper figures? Transform me into some of those funeral figures. Make more of them, form a circle, and slowly gather towards Henryk!"
Si Ling imagined the paper figures gradually gathering together and frowned, feeling that it lacked the terrifying effect.
Glancing at John who was doing useless work in front of her, she turned around and floated towards the Black Forest. When she was still more than ten meters away from Ah Zhui, she cast the clone spell: "A thousand souls come together."
Ah Zhui, who was in invisible state, suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She turned around subconsciously and saw someone appearing a few meters behind her...herself.
It was not her current appearance in the purple cloak, but her original appearance as a spirit: an oval face with traditional Chinese aesthetics, light makeup, a jade hairpin hanging on the half-tied bun at the back of her head, a jade-colored Ming-style jacket and a dark green gold-woven horse-faced skirt, and dark green pointed-toe shoes on her feet.
When she first entered the Ghost Academy in this image, Lucifer said with great emotional intelligence: "It's a pity that I can't recommend you to the film and television industry... Otherwise, you will definitely be a big star."
The translation of low EQ should be: It’s not easy to scare people with your image.
But now, Azhu himself was scared.
...Because the "self" she saw was far more than just one, countless of her appeared one after another, scattered throughout the cemetery, and gathered towards Henrik step by step.
Without exception, they all stared straight ahead, their faces expressionless, their steps stiff but surprisingly consistent.
They walked woodenly over the grass and soil, and did not go around tombstones when they encountered them. Instead, they floated directly over them in their spirit form. When the tombstones came into contact with their spirits, a thin green light appeared, which was a common color in the underworld in the East.
Henrik obviously saw them, because he immediately tried to run, but the nearest circle had already gathered around him. He had no way to escape, and he slumped to the ground in a panic, his mind already somewhat distracted. "Go, go away... Stay away from me, stay away from me!"
For a moment...A Zhui even sympathized with him!
If she didn't know that these people were Si Ling's magic, seeing them surrounding her, even if they were all "herself", even if she was a demon with some cultivation, she would be scared like Henrik.
But Ah Zhui quickly composed herself. She guessed the connection between these spirits and herself and tried to tilt her neck to the right.
As expected, all the spirits tilted their necks to the right in unison!
This is even more terrifying!
Before Henrik could even scream, the SAN value above his head dropped another 10%!
Ah Zhui became excited and waited patiently for them to move forward until they formed a tight human wall, leaving a small circle in the middle.
She gathered her emotions, first raised her left hand, then leaned forward stiffly.
All the spirits reached out to Henrik.
“Ah ...
Ah Zhui smiled, and the spirits followed suit. This smile was so genuine and sincere that it was so weird in this scene. Henrik's scream that had just stopped immediately began to replay.
The next second, all the spirits suddenly floated away.
Henryk saw the female ghost in the purple-red cloak with the same front and back descending from the sky. The shadows of her hands rose from the cloak and held his cheeks as if they were a treasure.
Then, click!
Henrik's last thought before he died was: It's finally over.
Si Lingpiao was watching the excitement not far away. When he saw Henrik's neck was broken, he immediately had an idea!
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A few feet away, John, trapped in his spot for so long, continued walking forward in near despair. Suddenly, he felt the seemingly unreachable road begin to draw closer. At first, he could hardly believe his eyes. He lowered his head and rubbed it vigorously, then continued walking, finally certain that the strange feeling had disappeared!
He quickly quickened his pace and ran to the side of the road. Nothing was happening around him, so he ran past smoothly.
But the moment his feet stepped onto the road, thick fog appeared again.
Suddenly, nothing could be seen around him. The villa across the street was only a few blurry yellow shadows. John quickly retracted his foot and looked around cautiously, not daring to make a sound.
A little boy's sobbing could be heard in the mist behind him. The sound was familiar to John, and he knew who it was almost immediately.
"Elliot?" He held his breath and turned around. The fog in front of him dissipated a little, and in the pale moonlight, he saw Elliot crying with his back to him.
Elliot was wearing the same clothes he had died in the day before, and there was blood on the back of his jeans.
John took two steps closer and noticed that Elliot was covered in a thin layer of white frost.
...It's the white frost caused by the low temperature in the morgue!
John shuddered violently, and the SAN value bar above his head quietly dropped.
But he was not in a hurry to escape. The strong desire to survive forced him to calm down. He realized that all this was caused by Elliot - Elliot must be holding a grudge, so he came to seek revenge!
"Elliot, listen to me..." He swallowed hard and stepped forward, "Listen to me... I'm sorry, I... As your father, I just love you too much..."
He made this defense, but before he could say it, he realized that this might further anger Elliot, so he quickly said, "Of course, I know this kind of love is wrong and sinful! Elliot..."
John was still a few steps away from Elliot. He didn't have the courage to go any further, let alone the courage to see what kind of grimacing face Elliot had.
So he hesitated for a moment, then slowly knelt down with a humble attitude: "Elliot... I know we've let you down and let your mother down, but... but no matter what, I hope you can be happy. Don't be trapped here because of people like us..."
Si Ling was suspended outside the mist, staring at John coldly.
John's words sounded so pious and well-intentioned that she would have been moved - if she didn't know that these beasts had tortured Elliot for a year.
"Elliot... I hope you can enjoy your life in heaven, and I hope you... will have better parents in the afterlife." John said earnestly.
Si Ling curled his lips, "Elliot" turned around and looked up at John.
He looked completely normal, the same pretty boy John was familiar with, and that made John relax a little.
Elliot said, "I forgive you, Father."
John was stunned. He wanted to say something else, but Elliot suddenly disappeared.
The thick fog also disappeared, and everything around him became clear again. John heard Henrik's voice: "John...my brother!"
He looked up and saw Henrik walking towards him breathlessly. His clothes were a little torn and he looked very disheveled, but other than that, there seemed to be nothing abnormal about him.
"Henrik!" John hurried forward. Henrik said as he walked, "I, I can't find Julian, not even a shadow of him... What happened just now? When I came out of the forest, it was foggy everywhere, and when I got here, it suddenly disappeared again!"
John laughed and said, "It was Elliot...I begged for his forgiveness!"
He held onto Henrik's arm as he spoke. He was already very tired, and the drop in his SAN value made him even slower to react. So after several seconds, his eyes suddenly fixed on Henrik's neck.
Henrik's neck twisted... a full circle.
"Ah!" John stumbled back in fear. Henrik looked at him with a sinister grin: "You've figured it out."
"No... no!" John, who had just thought he had escaped from the predicament, suddenly fell into deeper fear and despair, and his SAN value plummeted.
-10%, -20%. Henryk walked towards him closely, and his neck suddenly rotated 360 degrees to return to normal. John's SAN value dropped another 10%.
The last 20%.
Si Ling lowered his eyes, and a small piece of paper emerged from the ground, stuck to the side of John's shoe, and then suddenly turned into a small hand, hugging John's calf.
John nodded anxiously, only to see Elliot's upper body sticking out of the mud, his muddy arms tightly hugging his legs.
"Dad, come and keep me company!" Elliot said with a smile.
SAN value -10%.
John felt his whole body being dragged by Elliot and sinking into the mud. He struggled hard, but it was no use.
The mud gradually covered his ankles, calves, knees, waist and chest.
He frantically grabbed at the grass and bushes on the ground, but of course that couldn't save him.
Soon, the mud reached his mouth and nose.
In the suffocating feeling that symbolized death, his hands dug into the soil uncontrollably. In a trance, he thought of Elliot again, and thought of how many times... Elliot was pressed on the bed or the ground by them, clutching the sheets and carpet desperately in pain.
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