The surroundings were completely dark, she couldn't see the road, and was being driven by her counselor, running forward almost entirely on instinct.
She got closer and closer to the glowing light until she plunged in, only to find that it wasn't a glowing light at all, but a white fog.
The counselor's roar behind her vanished instantly, and the surroundings became deathly silent. For a moment, Xiao Cheng even began to wonder if she had suddenly gone deaf.
After she entered, the white fog gradually thinned, and intermittent images appeared through the fog, gradually becoming clearer.
She was astonished to discover that they were all herself.
To be precise, it's about having a hundred different ways to die.
The images were too realistic, bloody, and uncensored. Looking at the gruesome deaths of each of her own, Xiao Cheng felt a chill run down her spine, a profound sense of empathy washing over her.
The final image freezes on the guillotine, the heavy blade falling heavily, a bloody head hitting the ground and rolling all the way to Xiao Cheng's feet.
On a face exactly like his own, there was an expression of unresolved death. The turbid eyeballs rolled back were exposed at the top, staring straight at the sky.
Xiao Cheng felt that the scene looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before. A vague thought flashed through her mind, but before she could fully grasp it, she heard Fang He's urgent call from behind.
"Xiao Cheng!"
She turned around abruptly and heard a muffled thud.
The bone spur at the tip of its tail pierced deeply into her chest, then suddenly pulled out, gushing out crimson blood that mingled with the mist.
A dull pain gradually spread, and Xiao Cheng belatedly looked down at the bloody hole that had been stabbed through her chest.
In the last second before losing consciousness, she saw her counselor walking towards her with a heavy, long tail, grinning maliciously.
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