A body with a well-preserved nervous system can continue to function even after its organs stop working, but... what if there is something wrong with the nervous system too?

The bewitching voice is still continuing its rhetoric like a beacon. This rhetoric is full of loopholes, but it emits a gentle light in the darkness. Perhaps this is why Shadow Dream decided that it is extremely persuasive at this moment.

"Humans, after going through a lot of hardships, they can suddenly become enlightened and reborn. And you, that is, me, we put on the womb they took off, and reconnected the bones they replaced... So

It became what it is now.”

In fact, Yingmeng didn't understand why the voice was trying to convince her, because she felt that her opinion didn't seem to be important here.

Yingmeng's complexion became worse and worse, gradually becoming coated with a layer of leaden gray, and the bewitching voice began to become more hollow and vague.

Ghost Training Camp: The most kind thing in the world is ignorance. People cannot connect all the information they know to reveal the black ocean that symbolizes the truth. But there is a talent that can combine all the fragments of knowledge.

Piece it together to open the window to the terrifying reality. At that time, facing is equal to madness, and escaping is equal to darkness.

Yingmeng suddenly realized that that voice might never have been the second person, but her. No, it was not a person. She was not a living being, but more like a container. All the sins she hated were contained in her body.

There is actually no difference between her and those ugly and twisted monsters. Like them, she was fabricated by countless lives.

The evil formation that uses countless lives as energy is actually to breed them.

This thought, which made one's hair stand on end, was deeply engraved in Yingmeng's mind due to its disgusting degree, triggering a series of associations. Her overly active imagination now sketched out some morbid thoughts.

Fantasy symbols.

Yingmeng's remaining thoughts in a daze tried to deny these theories, but except for her vague memory that she once had active vitality and was vaguely a living person, she had no theory to refute the evil figure.

The conjecture of a terrifying atmosphere.

The question is... her memory has always been bad, so could everything in the past be just a picture drawn by her overly powerful imagination? Could it be that she has never actually left this dark, wet place full of blood?

A chaotic sensory stimulation.

Yingmeng restrained her unconscious desire and looked at the dark surroundings that could swallow up all things. The sound of gurgling water filled the air around her silently, and she seemed to be immersed in some kind of

In the crimson liquid, or maybe all this is just a picture in her imagination... maybe even she herself is a character in her dream.

Oh, this is such a weird dream.

The black mist climbed up inch by inch and gradually spread to Yingmeng's neck. She seemed to see some ugly pictures and some mysterious words on herself. It was so ridiculous, how could anyone see herself?

A feeling of suffocation came over, and breathing gradually became difficult. Yingmeng's thinking became scattered and chaotic.

Maybe she was wrong. She was not unique, but just a despicable defective product. She was destined to be destroyed.

Yingmeng seemed to hear some laughter. Some sounds in this world come from people, and some sounds come from beasts, but when the two sounds are mixed together and come out of your throat, the feeling can only be imagined by crazy imagination.

describe.

Is that really laughter? Or some foul storm from the pits of hell? Or a terrifying chorus of demons chanting a terrible incantation?

Yingmeng could feel the decay spreading, and her hands gradually dropped, but it was not enough. Her subconscious seemed to be denying something, and she was unwilling to sink.

If all this is true, who is she? What is the meaning of her life? If these are all her imagination and everything is a picture she has drawn in her imagination, what is the purpose of her efforts at this time?

What is the purpose of resistance? What is the purpose of struggle?

Her previous memories seemed so distant, misty, and false. At this moment, the only thing that was certain to be true was that she was lying in a pool of blood, slowly sinking in the pool of blood under the guidance of the black mist, or she had been

They are all in the blood pool and have never left.

If she is a symbol of all this depravity, made up of the lives of countless people, and her prominence is sin, then is she herself a devil? Maybe...she shouldn't exist, maybe she should be destroyed.

"Why? It will only make you linger in pain for a while. It will be easier if you give up. Well, I won't force you, but this can all end. Think about it, if death can eliminate this

If you have a piece of memory, then dying can be considered a blessing. Believe me, you don't want to piece together this complete puzzle. There are too many taboos in this ugly blood pool that you don't want to know."

The abomination has been waiting in the abyss, and she has been dreaming. Some hallucinations have been laughing in unison from beginning to end, and the line between gods and devils has gradually blurred.

"We can imagine that there may be some powerful forces and existences in the world...remaining from ancient times...At that time, such things as consciousness may have been

Appearing on certain creations and forms, but they disappeared long before the emergence of mankind...Only in poetry and legends, there is still a trace of memories of these creations and forms, calling them gods, demons, and various

Mysterious beings of all kinds..." -Algernon Blackwood

There are some things that Yingmeng has never disclosed, maybe because she doesn't want to, or maybe the currently known language cannot describe the existence of all that.

This taboo from ancient times still exists in the form of power. She said that this is endless original sin, if sin exists. She said that this is the blessing of ancient gods, if light and love are the root of everything. She said

Said that this kind of power cannot exist anywhere else. But fate, a naughty naughty boy, always likes to create accidents.

In the not-too-distant future, she will see another taboo that exists in the same form through a scroll of pictures. Although it feels completely different, it is equally impossible to describe in words.

They exist beyond time, leaving eternal and indelible traces. What is left of the scratched person is just a body like a rag doll?

Of these two experiences, one is redemption and the other is degradation, no one can tell clearly. Perhaps some beginnings are ends, and some terminals are just another starting point. Of course, this is all for later.

At the last moment when Yingmeng's consciousness was swallowed up, someone grabbed her wrist forcefully.

"Tick, tick, tick..." a rhythmic rhythm.

The world quieted down at that moment, the churning blood stilled here, and the black mist slowly receded.

But the dangers have not disappeared. They are part of her. How can they disappear?

There used to be countless lights and shadows intersecting here, but now the places where the silver light used to shine are filled with black mist. They are dormant here, waiting for the last light to recede, and then swarm up.

Yingmeng was half-kneeling in the boundless darkness, with a faint light shining above her head. Against the backdrop of the thick darkness, it looked so ethereal, but it could give a person who was already desperate a glimmer of hope.

Yingmeng looked up. Yes, she was not dazzled, it was light. Something was emitting bright light on the thin layer like water. Could it be another hallucination? But it dispelled the surrounding darkness?

Yingmeng was uneasy and didn't know whether she should move forward, but "Light" didn't have time for her to be timid.
Chapter completed!