The structure inside the secret room is simple.
There was a circular pool with a crimson object like flesh and blood suspended above it. The surrounding walls were embedded with sharp hooks. Looking up, one could see that the ceiling was densely packed with bloody corpses.
Bright red blood dripped into the stone trough little by little from the fingers of the corpse, and then flowed along the outer edge of the circular pool, gathering into a pool of blood that gurgled into the circular pool.
So...
All this fresh blood in this pool is just to maintain the crimson flesh and blood of this unknown thing above?!
hiss~
What kind of heartless trick is this?!
There are quite a few young children among the corpses hanging there!
Shen Wuyou suddenly felt her stomach churn, and she suppressed the urge to retch. But after smelling it for a long time, a bloodthirsty desire followed.
She lowered her eyes and calmed down for a moment, but was horrified to find that these were not illusions!
She really developed a desire to drink blood!
"Help me... Sir..."
Ling Wangqing's indifferent eyes suddenly changed. When he was about to exert his strength to prepare for the battle, he was stopped by a faint fragrance.
Then he felt a shock in his chest. He lowered his eyes and saw a furry little head pressed tightly against his chest, with a slightly red nose pressed against his body, as if sniffing something greedily.
“…”
He raised his hand, but didn't know what to do, so he put it back and quietly watched her clinging to him so clingily.
Shen Wuyou, feeling like crying but without tears, quickly lay on Ling Wangqing's chest, taking in the soothing and cooling fragrance emanating from his body.
After a while, he finally came to his senses and turned back to the pool of blood.
She didn't dare to touch the piece of scarlet flesh, which she didn't know what it was. Instead, she closed her eyes and felt the inexplicable pull in her mind for a long time. Finally, she was sure that it was this thing, and finally she stretched out a finger and gently touched that place.
The moment their fingers touched, she suddenly felt an overwhelming bloody scene instantly penetrate into her mind, accompanied by shrill and mournful screams, and she observed a horror story against the bloody background!
It was a day one thousand years ago, a lonely soul who died accidentally was reborn into a fairy incarnated as a Lycoris radiata.
From a first-person perspective, she watched this bloody, beautiful, ghostly, demon-like woman grow terrified and frightened as she learned she had been reborn into another world.
After accepting all this, I am worried and timid about the future;
Then there’s the surprise and excitement of discovering your special abilities;
Later, he was deceived and imprisoned in a dark dungeon, where he suffered the panic and fear of having his flesh cut and blood drained.
[It hurts so much... Help me... Someone come... Help me... It hurts... It hurts so much...]
So this is why she kept crying out in pain.
Doesn’t it hurt?
Every day, every night, every moment, it's always like this... the pain keeps coming back...
Sadly, she can't die yet.
Because those who had captured her had used some secret medicine, even though her blood covered the entire pool, even though she...
Only one heart left...
She can't die...
The soul trapped in the body wants to escape, but cannot; wants to die, but cannot...
Her soul gradually faded away in countless nights of pain and despair...
This pain lasted for hundreds of years. After hundreds of years, her soul was finally completely worn away, and she finally died as she wished, no longer feeling pain.
She is not a soul of this world, so she lingers for a long time after death and cannot enter reincarnation;
But she is already in this world, and even if she dies, her soul cannot return to the original world.
So, when she died, she was truly dead.
The six realms cease to exist and are reduced to ashes.
"Don't cry..."
Suddenly, a stiff and worried voice reached her ears.
Shen Wuyou suddenly came back to his senses, staring blankly at Ling Wangqing who was clumsily wiping his tears in front of him, muttering:
"I, cried?"
Why?
She felt pain from his rough fingertips, but she didn't blame him at all. Instead, she slowly raised her hand and gently wiped her face. Sure enough, warm tears continued to flow, like beads from a broken string, shimmering and falling from her cheeks...
"Sir, why am I crying?"
She tilted her head, not very clear.
Just like the first time she cried in front of the Demon Lord, she clearly didn't feel anything, but her tears just kept flowing down. She didn't understand.
"What did you see?" he asked.
"Her past." She pointed to the thumb-sized fragment of heart left on the pool of blood.
"What was her past like?" he asked again.
"Very bad." She answered obediently.
"Maybe I feel the same way." He thought about it and then answered.
"Do you feel the same way...?"
Her beautiful obsidian eyes looked at him questioningly, as if she was puzzled and trying hard to think...
"I see."
She muttered to herself, then suddenly realized something and threw herself forward onto Ling Wangqing, burying her face in his chest and crying wantonly.
"Wuwuwu... Sir, I will end up like her, right? She saw her past, being captured and imprisoned, and then being gnawed at every day and night, with blood all over the floor. Wuwuwu...
"She was crying...she was screaming in pain...but no one paid any attention to her...they gave her medicine, a medicine that would keep her alive and not kill her...
"She must be very sad, crying in pain... But, but those people, woooo, woooo, collected her tears and drank them...
"She is Manjushage, the one from a thousand years ago! I am the flower demon after her... I will also experience what she experienced... And I almost... almost..."
Her eyes were red, and she sobbed aggrievedly, "I will be like her, unable to return home even after death..."
This is not her home, and she can never go back to her home.
After being sucked into this world, her soul after death will only fade away with the passage of time and disappear forever.
There is no reincarnation, no rebirth.
When she died, she was really dead.
"You won't die." His clear voice came from above her head, and his broad palm slowly covered her head and touched it stiffly.
"Are you trying to comfort me?"
She burst into laughter and looked at him with curved eyebrows.
To be honest, there wasn't much sadness in her heart. In her opinion, all this was just as dull as accepting a task on a blank piece of paper.
But, don’t people often say that crying children get candy?
By crying, she can have some close contact with him, and she can also see him comforting others, which is a rare opportunity. Why not do it?
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