bookbashuk Chapter 114 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
Chapter 114 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
"No......"
"Stop..."
The black swan attempts to use the power of memory for defense.
But she discovers that her memories are betraying her.
Those once beautiful and precious memories have now all turned into red gibberish.
She saw the cracked Jing Yuan, or rather, the thing that had taken over Jing Yuan's body, slowly stand up and extend its huge tentacle toward her.
"welcome......"
"join in......"
"us......"
Just as the tentacle was about to touch the black swan's forehead.
Just a second before the Black Swan's consciousness was about to completely sink into that blood-red ocean.
Click.
A very faint yet very clear mechanical meshing sound.
It suddenly rang out in this space filled with screams and chaos.
The sound wasn't loud...
Yet it seems to possess some kind of absolute priority.
Immediately afterwards...
A golden light shone from behind the black swan.
The light was not dazzling, but it carried an ancient and solemn rhythm.
It was a clock...
A gigantic, golden wheel of time, composed of countless intricate gears and pointers, exuding an aura of impending doom.
It appeared out of thin air in the center of this hall of flesh and blood.
He stood between the black swan and the monster.
The hands on the hour wheel.
It was originally rotating clockwise.
But at this moment.
It stopped.
Then.....
It suddenly jumped back one space.
Boom!
The whole world was shaken.
The tentacle reaching for the black swan suddenly froze in mid-air.
Then, as if a rewind button had been pressed, it began to shrink and degenerate rapidly, turning back into red fleshy buds, and finally retracting into Jingyuan's fingertip.
Jing Yuan's split head began to close again in a strange way.
The rolled-up flesh rolled back, the teeth returned to their place, and the skin healed.
That terrifying red eyeball, through the closed gap, rolled its head back and forth reluctantly.
It was then completely covered up.
The blood vessels on the surrounding walls stopped pulsating.
The blood and flesh starship outside the window flew back to its original position upside down.
The slime on the floor seeped back into the ground.
The red spots on the black swan began to fade, its grayish-white skin regained its luster, and the festering wounds disappeared.
Her consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse, was forcibly pulled back to the safe zone by a powerful suction force.
time......
It's been reverted!!!
What is the subconscious defense mechanism of the planet?
The "End" provides absolute protection to the host?
When mental pollution exceeds a threshold, and the host's cognition is about to collapse.
It will be forced to start.
Reset everything... back to that "safe" node.
call..........
The black swan took a deep breath.
She found herself still sitting in that pelvic chair.
The "Brain God Brew" in the bone cup in front of me was still steaming, as if nothing had happened.
Jingyuan, on the opposite side.
He still maintained that grim smile.
He held the chess piece in his hand.
The sword was stuck in his chest.
"What do you want to ask?"
Jing Yuan spoke.
.........
He said the same thing he had said just a few minutes earlier.
"The messenger of the Flowing Light and Memories of the Courtyard".
The black swan was panting heavily.
Cold sweat soaked through the back of her clothes.
That fear of near death, that pain of having one's soul torn apart, though physically erased, leaves an unhealable scar deep in the memory.
She stared in horror at the seemingly calm "Jingyuan" in front of her.
she knows.
What kind of hell lies hidden beneath that skin?
She dared not ask any more questions.
Not daring to utter a single word.
"without......"
"It's nothing."
The black swan swallowed the "question" that was about to slip out.
A metallic sweetness rose in my throat, probably the phantom pain left over from the near-death experience.
She slowly stood up, her movements as elegant and composed as a remembrance of a person, even though her legs trembled slightly beneath her skirt.
The liquid in front of her, called "Brain God Brew," was still emitting nauseating steam, and the smell of rust and rotten sugar was desperately trying to get into her nostrils.
"Since the general is unwell, I will not disturb him any further."
The black swan bowed slightly, performing a standard interstellar diplomatic gesture.
Her gaze lingered not for a moment on the ethereal sword embedded in Jing Yuan's chest, nor did she look at the face that seemed ready to crack at any moment.
Her only goal now is the door.
That door, made of intersecting white ribs, leads to the outside world.
Once you step outside, once you leave this core area called "Shence Mansion," you might be able to temporarily escape the monster's domain of rules.
Goodbye.
The black swan turned around, its heels clicking on the floor covered with a dark red biofilm.
The sound was somewhat muffled, like someone's stomach being stepped on.
She forced herself not to think about the sensation under her feet, and forced herself not to listen to the pulsating sound of the veins coming from inside the wall.
step.
Two steps.
There are still ten meters to the gate.
The surrounding air seemed unchanged, and the chunks of meat that had been wriggling in the corners fell silent.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly, so smoothly that... it was almost abnormal.
Just as the black swan's fingers were about to touch the huge rib that served as the door frame.
Zheng—
A piercing, ear-piercing sound, like metal scraping against bone, exploded behind her without warning.
No actual attacks were launched.
But the black swan's steps seemed to be nailed to the spot.
An invisible barrier, or rather, an unseen "rule," stood firmly between her and the door.
It wasn't a physical wall, but a conceptual "rejection".
"Miss Messenger."
The voice behind me rang out.
Dry, hoarse, like the sobbing of the wind blowing through a mass grave.
"Luofu is a land of etiquette."
"Now that the guests are seated, the tea is served."
"The tea is still warm, and they're already leaving..."
The sound paused for a moment, then a chilling grinding sound of bones rang out, as if the person sitting in the chair was slowly standing up.
"The cost of the tea..."
"It seems like it hasn't been paid yet?"
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