In the second bloom of the Troti flower, Archumia's whole body went limp, and in the next moment, a sharp pain suddenly struck, forcibly interrupting all of Archumia's movements. There seemed to be a sticky, sweet liquid pouring up her throat, slicing across her tongue and into her mouth.

Ashhumia began to cough up blood, blisters of blood at the corners of her mouth. The chest felt like it was being burned by the flames, but the blood in the whole body seemed to be frozen, and the body gradually felt cold.

Blood spilled out of her mouth, and the Troti flower pierced Ashumia's chest from behind, making a terrible hole in Ashumia's chest. With the flower as the head, the vine kept swaying, greedily absorbing the magic in the blood.

Arshumia could clearly feel the blood gushing out of her body, she should have rebelled against the strong smell of blood, but she couldn't smell it anymore. Her eyelids grew heavier, and she closed them gradually.

When you close your eyes, the light comes much faster than the darkness.

In the blur of consciousness, some inexplicable images flashed through Archemia's mind. She saw a blonde girl bound to a cross, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning were constantly jumping in the clouds, and the thunder was deafening.

The girl hummed softly to the unlyriced ballad, and Archhumia could not see her face, but could feel her gaze, which was calm, desperate, desolate, with a bitter resentment. The flames spread from the hem of the girl's skirt, and the flames lingered, and the girl sang, and her blonde hair fluttered in the wind, and finally turned into dust in the flames.

Ashumia shuddered, and the picture in front of her suddenly took a sharp turn.

The girl's singing voice was gone, replaced by the crisp sound of gems colliding. As the voice came from far and near, her eyes lit up again unbelievably.

The body became very light, all the pain disappeared, and the sound of a peaceful collision in my ears was beautiful and peaceful.

Even through the eyelids, the eyes are still bright and dazzling. Achumia frowned and snapped open her eyes.

In the background was a familiar street, and in the middle of the street, a woman was looking at Archumia.

The woman stood out of thin air, her body translucent, her inky hair flying, and the sky reflected in her aqua blue pupils seemed to be extraordinarily blue.

Archhumia pressed her ribcage incredulously, the warm touch giving her a dreamlike feeling. She's just not ...... Are you going to die? Why is there nothing now? The woman in front of you...... And who?

The woman winked playfully at Ashumia, stretched out her arms at her, and her beautiful face was stained with a soft smile.

Her smile was so gentle, like the sea, that you couldn't help but want to indulge in it.

But in the next moment, she fell from the air and fell helplessly to the ground. After a few seconds, she stood up, but her movements became sluggish and slow, her thin body like a butterfly with folded wings. The former elegance and sacredness were gone, and the feeling that came from her suddenly became eerie.

Her shoulders began to tremble, and it became more and more intense, and even her whole body trembled faintly. I don't know if I'm crying or laughing silently.

The clothes she wears are gorgeous and delicate, and the embroidery patterns on them are even more intricate. But dressed like this, she exuded a sense of decadence.

In the middle of the night, she looked up and looked directly into Archumia's eyes. Maggots emerged from her right eye socket and ate away at her eyeball, and the fair skin on her right cheek quickly weakened and rotted. The supple black hair also became dry and old, like a dead weed.

The maggots twisted their round bodies frantically, and large swaths emerged from her hollow eye sockets and fell in clumps. The fallen maggots wriggled at her feet, and the woman who was standing in the maggots' heart, surrounded by maggots, suddenly burst out laughing.