There is no suspense, the anomaly has been unfolded in front of you.

Agnes glanced at the girl whose face looked even paler, but there was obviously a dignified sense in her eyes, and her eyes were focused on the not far ahead.

It was a living mountain of scarlet flesh, twisted and tangled by a multitude of flesh, nearly filling the entire passage in the cavern. Strips of tattered cloth were interspersed between the flesh, and the symbol of the rebels could still be seen on the strips.

But those flesh are alive.

Some of the disembowelment bellies are exposed outside Roshan, but you can see that the bright red hearts are still beating; Some of the mud-stained intestines flowed out and dragged on the ground, rotting and wriggling and contracting; Others just poke their heads out, their eyes hollow like glass balls, but they follow everything that moves.

At this moment, the mountain of meat trembled, emitting the smell of hot and humid blood, and pools of fine flesh and scarlet blood flowed below.

The chaotic whispering in my ears became louder.

Agnes came closer, looking up at the slowly wriggling Roshan, and she stretched out her hand covered in white frost and shoved the mud-stained intestines in front of her back into her exposed abdominal cavity, pulling the shriveled and shrunken skin together.

The slowly moving Roshan stopped wriggling, and all the hollow glass-like eyeballs turned to Agnes and the girl, and then moved away again, and the piled up flesh slowly moved a little deeper into the cavern, and then the Roshan squirmed again.

"To be sure," said Agnes, "there is no desire to attack, and there may even be a little vestiges of simple thinking." ”

Agnes paused and then said, "Rarely. ”

The girl did not respond to Agnes's words, but her eyes brushed over the flesh that made up the mountain of flesh, and there was a little more grief in her eyes.

"I can roughly guess what happened here," said Agnes with a silent sigh as she watched the girl's reaction, "but I can use the power he has given me to know the more specific story here from this big guy who doesn't know what to call it." ”

The girl was silent, her fingers trembled slightly, she took a step back, and nodded slowly.

A wisp of gray-black mist crept out of Agnes's body, and with a strange vibration, it wound towards the slowly wriggling mountain of Roushan.

Sincere prayer will open the heart of the supplicant to the person being supplied, and a sufficiently chaotic mind can achieve the same effect. The collapse of an effective defense built up by reason is enough for the ill-intentioned to take advantage of it.

The gray-black mist penetrated through every crevice between the flesh, and finally reached the core of Roshan.

Agnes heard a subtle, empty echo like blood gurgling through her veins, or like a thin vine spreading its rotting branches and crawling.

Countless lights and shadows flashed before her eyes, and finally Agnes's attention lingered under the blood-colored picture.

Agnes saw the blood soak the ground into mud, the insulated insignia reflected the cold light of the blade, the shadow of the flame swaying against the walls like writhing limbs, the stench of burnt burnt too distinct mixed with curses of hatred and painful pleads, the flesh that fell to the ground was broken, and the eyes were hollow like glass.

She saw the sun's rays leave a little burn on the fallen flesh, but more flesh was wrapped in viscous blood, hastening in the yellowish and crimson stains oozing from her feet, and then staggered to her feet, the scarlet liquid converging into a raging river that blocked the only passage between the mountain walls.

She saw Senbai's teeth open and close, and she could see blood-red flesh between the cracks, blood flowing down from the corners of her grinning mouth, dripping onto the tattered placket and the fabric on her chest, dyeing blood flowers, and the blood mist rose as it tore and steamed, corroding the insignia of Intis and the sun, and the walls stained with blood mist also decayed and collapsed little by little, as if death was being spread to all corners by the blood mist.

Then, she saw that all the living were gnawed away, and the remaining flesh that was still eating the living quietly gathered together under the mysterious power, and the slime on the land dried up in the transpiration along with the blood mist, still twisting and tangled with bright red flesh and blood, and all kinds of organs were entangled, until they were twisted into one, glowing with strange vitality.

What happened here is no accident, it is a revenge, but it is also the most primitive blood sacrifice.

On an isolated island not located in the middle of the sea, the town itself was transformed into a site for rituals, and the massacre of the Indisians was a condition for the ceremony to be initiated.

There may be other reasons for setting up the ritual, but there is no doubt that being able to accomplish revenge after death is the most basic purpose.

A person who can arrange such a ceremony will never be a temperance.

And the product of the ritual, after the hatred is vented, still retains the instinctive behavior pattern of the constituent, accustomed to dodging rather than attacking.

Agnes' eyes were full of pity, her eyes stained with blood-red spots, and the gray-black mist on the large, almost gourd-like flowers was brushed away, looking broken and gentle.

The white frost spread to the bright red flesh and climbed up the mountain of Roshan, and the mountain in front of him stopped, trembling blankly for a moment, and then all the confusion turned into quiet relief.

The tangled flesh slowly withered under the frost, until only shriveled skin wrapped around the accumulated bones became a pile of bones wrapped in dust.

Among the piles of pale bones, there was a long bone that was all blood-red, wrapped around it like vine-like lines, broken at both ends, hollow in the middle, but with a little thin flesh like a cicada's wings.

The cavern's subtle currents pierced through the hollow of the long bones, sending out a scream that pierced the soul like the cry of a wraith.

The girl's face turned pale for a moment.

Agnes picked up the bone and put it in a tin box, shielding it from all turbulence.

"Let's go, judging by their memories, there are survivors behind." She said to the girl.

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In an empty cemetery.

"Daniel Madelan,"

"1304-1329."

Milo stood in front of the newly erected tombstone, staring intently at the handwriting, and the young man with a heavy woolen coat with lapels on his shoulders looked at him quietly.

"Maybe he thought for himself, but then finally lost in the will to coercion." This is the epitaph on the tombstone, carved by his own hand.

Milo touched the tin box in his pocket, which contained Daniel's extraordinary properties, a copy of the "Secret Qi Man".

"Let's go, we've been delayed for a few more days." Milo withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes, and turned to say.

Dreiser's careful glance at Milo found a heavy grief and complete relief in Milo's eyes.

"You can stay a few more days." Dreiser, trying to slow his voice, said.

"There is no need," said Milo, "I can ask the lady, but Daniel refuses me. ”

"It's his choice, and there's nothing more important than that."