When Huai Shi put down the teacup, there was a feeling that the world suddenly became clear.

I don't know if I should say that I am relieved, or if I have gained some realization.

It is calm and seems to be a high monk who has settled down.

There was not the slightest fluctuation in my heart, as if I had realized it, and I saw through the red dust.

Soon, he reacted, looking down at the rippling purple in the teacup, "What is this?"

"A special spiritual anesthetic. ”

The crow raised his wings and pointed to the remaining tube on the edge of the table, "I picked out some of the scraps of the snake's horns, and made two tubes, and I will give it to you if you like." ”

"Narcotics?" asked Huai Shi, "what are they used for?"

"I'd like to think what to say......" the crow pondered for a moment, "if the anesthetic of the flesh is to shield you from pain, then it is to make you temporarily abandon desire."

After taking it, for a short period of time, you will not feel angry, hesitant and sad, and at the same time, you will not feel joy, happiness and pleasure.

According to the creator of the potion, it is the innate instincts and feelings that hinder the pursuit of enlightenment. Only after losing all this will one gain calm from nothingness and gain true reason. ”

"And then?"

"Then what to do. ”

The crow shrugged, "It's just a tranquilizer, but what magic can it do?"

But sometimes, this calmness that is not disturbed by external objects is the most precious thing, at least the choice made in this situation will not make people regret. As for the other roles, they are secondary. ”

Huai Shi was clear, "That is, regret medicine?"

"I guess it's [no regret medicine]. The raven asked, "How do you feel?"

"Good. ”

Huai Shi let out a long breath, found a comfortable position in the chair, slowly relaxed, and finally felt tired and sleepy.

It's three o'clock in the middle of the night, and it's time to go to bed.

"So-"

The crow asked, "What's the catch?"

"Nothing but this. ”

Huai Shi shook her hand and dropped the ring on the table. The platinum ring set with broken diamonds circled around the table a few times, then collapsed, regaining its composure in the turn.

The two names engraved on the inside of the ring are revealed.

"My parents, I guess they're dead. ”

In silence, Huai Shi stared down at her parents' wedding rings, and finally accepted this reality.

The crow shook his head, "Could it be a pawn?"

"Yes, maybe. ”

"Or maybe it's lost?"

"It's possible. ”

Huai Shi bowed: "Thank you for the medicine, I am a lot more relaxed now." ”

"Don't say thank you. Raven shook his head, "Let it be the contractor's business." ”

"I'll go to sleep first, are you going to keep busy?"

"I'm probably going to have to work overtime. The crow looked back at the faint glow slowly rising in the reactor, "The last stage is almost over.

You really should rest, Huaishi, get a good night's sleep, everything will pass. ”

"Hmm. ”

Huai Shi got up and walked to the bedroom, but when she stepped up the stairs, she saw the white mark on the wall that originally hung the family photo, and her footsteps stopped.

Long.

"I really miss them," he said. ”

"I know. ”

The raven turned his back to him and said nothing, only the sound of footsteps faded away.

She watched silently at the boiling metallic light in the cauldron, listening to the echo of it like the sound of the tide. Like a patient farmer, waiting for the moment of ripening.

Miracles from the abyss brew silently in the cauldron.

It won't be long before the development period of Huaishi will come to an end.

This is the final step in all the replenishing potions, laying the foundation for the omnipotence of stigma.

If development is always accompanied by growth, then growth is often pain. This pain is worth remembering and experiencing, and it will eventually be engraved in the body, along with miracles.

"Sleep, Huaishi. ”

The black Asuka whispered, "I promise, this is the last cruel education, and from now on, you will have a bright future." ”

As for the uninvited guest......

Leave it to the 'master here' to take care of it.

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Half an hour ago, in the midst of the collapsed sacrificial ground.

In the inner chamber full of stones, Wang Hai's corpse throbbed violently.

The dagger that pierced his heart quietly shattered, turning into black dust and melting into the cold blood.

As a result, wisps of viscous liquid slowly flowed out of the dead wreckage, gradually condensing into illusory shadows.

Like a moth struggling out of a cocoon, it wriggled, greedily sucking the blood from the ground, wriggling indefinitely, devouring the corpses on the ground one by one, screaming in pain.

"It's all to blame...... You ......"

A crying voice came from his throat, sharp and high-pitched: "It's all blame...... You...... Die...... We...... ...... will all die."

The gluttonous seed that had been implanted in this shell since the baptism had finally germinated in death, and the frontier xenomorphs made of essentia had come out of death with the last hatred of the host.

Just as the Lord had said to Wang Hai.

The last mercy of the Holy Spirit comes here.

Even miracles from the abyss never bring happiness and tranquility.

"Hate...... I...... Hate ......"

Blood and tears flowed from the distorted face that resembled Wang Hai, and the shadow crawled on the ground, wailing and rolling in pain like a misshapen hound.

Eventually, a small clasp was found through the crack.

"Found ......"

It licked the buttons that had fallen from the boy's cuffs, and chirped in ecstasy and mania, "Found ...... Finish...... Got it...... Found you!!"

In an instant, the shadow boiled, engulfing the clasp, squirming in ecstasy, burrowing through the cracks and returning to the earth.

There was not a single shadow to be seen passing through the ground.

After being freed from the bondage of matter, it is already an extremely fast speed that cannot be discerned by the naked eye.

Jumping straight over the sleeping city, constantly bypassing all kinds of obstacles, not caring at all about the people passing by, rushing straight in the direction of the chalcedony pavilion.

Eventually, they passed through the gloomy woods and stopped beyond the iron gate.

In the moonlight, the shadows on the ground writhed hungrily, and rushed forward, but they could not penetrate the iron gate, which was hollow enough for wild cats to enter and exit freely.

At last, it leaped with all its might, burrowed into the crack in the wall, jumped into the grassy courtyard, and crawled hungrily towards the lock of the upper huaishi.

There was a snap, as if there was a sound of blisters bursting.

It was knocked away.

In the broken windows on the side of the main building, the pale face and the distorted flesh were reflected.

It was as if the organs of seven or eight people were randomly put together, several hands and feet were writhing wildly, and the huge mouth in the abdomen was constantly opening and closing, dripping blood like saliva.

The figure in front of it was also illuminated.

In the dirty glass, only a thin and tall figure could be seen.

The gown was vaguely indistinguishable from the clawed gown, the bow tie that was meticulously pinned to the broken neckline, and the monocle perched on the bridge of the nose.

But at this moment, it was as if the patrolling guards saw a thief who wanted to climb over the wall, and the obvious empty face showed out-and-out anger.

Lips open and close, silent warning.

Get out!

The completely out-of-control erosion snorted, flailing its limbs wildly, pressing forward step by step. So, the figure raised his left hand.

Slowly close your fingers.

Silently, an invisible force closed in the center, like an iron wall colliding, squeezing the hell into a mess.

Immediately afterward, the mess of sauce spontaneously combusted, leaving only a wisp of black smoke to disappear into the air.

The buttons that had fallen to the ground were carefully picked up, rinsed in front of the water pipe, and then repeatedly wiped clean by the figure with an old towel and placed in a box in the utility room in the backyard.

Treasure it alongside a couple of dirty toys, two broken certificates and old photographs of babies.

The box closes.

The figure bowed slightly goodbye to the crow.

Immediately after, it dissipated silently.

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In the silent room, the four-handed Naga sat in front of the mirror, quietly wiping the blood from the wound, and after cleaning the withered wound, he took out the knife and scraped off the lifeless carrion bit by bit.

until the grim bones underneath are revealed.

He bent down, opened the box on the ground, hesitated for a moment, took out a tube of fiery red potion from it, opened the seal, gritted his teeth, and poured the solution like boiling metal on the wound.

In the midst of the snorting sound, Naga spasmed violently, let out a dull roar, and twitched with his long tail, nearly tearing the bathroom to pieces.

Eventually, the metal solution finally took shape from the bones, fusing with the flesh and blood, like a new texture, inseparable from each other.

Apart from the tragic gaps in the scales, there were no other scars.

He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had collapsed, and the stigma was lifted, and the burly snake man in the mirror slowly shrank, and even the extra two arms were retracted into the shoulder blades.

The man named Holo was sweating profusely, panting, looking at himself in the mirror, for a long time, splashing his face with cold water, and finally took two steps back, slumped in his chair, his face pale.

It took him a long time to pick up the phone and dial the number.

"Boss. He said, "I probably messed up." ”

"Did you miss it?"

"No, everyone who knows is dead, but when I was extinguishing, I met two sublimators, and I don't know where they were. ”

Qi Wen on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and sighed regretfully:

"Then you have to use a backup method......"

The phone hung up.