Chapter 59 The Bell Ringer
Night falls.
In a dark and dirty alley.
Accompanied by a disgusting smell, two strong men walked out carrying a naked woman wrapped in rags. They looked around warily, and then headed towards the town's cemetery. direction.
“Is she dead?” asked a man with a bald head and a scarred face.
The rag wrapping the woman was covered with stains, and hanging from the side was a thin arm full of bruises and scars. The scars on it were shocking. A hint of dark blue appeared on the exposed feet, and there were blisters on the riddled skin. When the breeze lifts the rags, there are many brown-red spots on the woman's bare thighs, extending to her groin covered with bruises.
The sinister man opposite, who raised his head, put his hand on the woman's nose. There was still a faint breath there, and the rag covering his face undulated slightly.
“You’re still alive, but you probably won’t live long.” The cold-looking man said.
The bald Scarface looked around and motioned to his companions to walk faster. After avoiding passers-by, they quickened their pace and walked towards the mass grave outside the town.
“What a pity.” Bald Scarface said, “She is quite beautiful.”
"If I hadn't contracted the disease, it would probably last a long time."
After saying that, he stretched out his big dirty hands and rubbed them in front of the woman's body covered with rags. There was a trace of pain under the rags. Moaning, the woman's consciousness was blurred.
"Don't waste time."
The sinister man glared at his companion and said solemnly: "She was smuggled here and must be dealt with."
" Otherwise the leader will not let us go.”
The woman wrapped in rags seemed to twitch. She seemed to want to struggle, but she was powerless. The serious illness had worn down her body, leaving only a flesh and blood body riddled with holes.
Half an hour later.
Two men carried the woman into the filthy mass grave. The bald man with the scar threw the woman to the ground, then pulled out a dagger from his waist and said coldly: "Are you coming? Or are you coming? Shall I do it?"
The sinister man covered his nose, as if he didn't like the rotten smell here, and shook his head: "Come on."
"Hurry up."
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"It's not safe here lately. It's said that there are unclean things eating corpses."
The bald scarface nodded, gripping the dagger tightly and about to swing it down.
But suddenly.
A shrill howl came.
"What's the sound?" The bald scarred face turned around alertly, with a vigilant expression and a hint of fear. He looked at his companion and said, "Did you hear it? Is it a wolf howling?"
"Or a ghoul?"
The vicious man's face also changed drastically. He pulled out the dagger and said with slightly trembling fingers: "That's not how the wolf calls!..."
" Maybe it's a ghoul."
The two people looked at each other, ignoring the filthy woman in the mud. After seeing clearly a pair of cloudy dark yellow eyes emerging in the distance, they looked at each other. He immediately ran away, running towards the town in great embarrassment.
Monster!
This is Dagon, a place of chaos. Legendary man-eating monsters often appear in the wilderness. Especially the recent rumors about ghouls have made many people uneasy.
I don’t know how long it took.
There was a sound of slight footsteps in the darkness, and the breeze blowing over the mass grave lifted up the rags covering the woman, revealing a broken face covered with scars but with a vaguely beautiful face. Her face, her desperate and empty eyes stared at the night sky, lying motionless in the filthy mud.
A foul rotten smell emerged.
In the darkness, a ghoul's hideous face appeared, with black hair, turbid dark yellow eyes, and foul-smelling saliva.
The woman's empty expression did not change at all. She even raised her hand to point to her neck.
She wanted to die quickly.
She is desperate and has lost the desire to live. She just wants relief at the moment, whether it is a human or a monster.
But the ghoul did not bite her throat out.
In front of her empty eyes, a man in black robe appeared. The ferocious ghoul was like a docile hound in front of him. He lowered his head, revealing a gentle and elegant face. With a young face, there was a hint of pity in his eyes, and he said softly: "Do you still want to live?"
There seemed to be a slight change in the woman's empty eyes. She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but no sound came out, only the chapped lips trembling slightly.
Can I survive?
She could no longer speak, she was so weak that death was so close.
"If you want, you can still live."
The young man squatted down, reached out his hand and gently touched the woman's face, and said calmly: "I can give it to you Strength, give you a chance to live.”
The woman is trembling.
Her eyes burst with deep hatred and the fire of revenge. She struggled to get up, but her body only twitched in the filthy mud.
She couldn't even get up.
The woman's expression showed a trace of despair, but at this moment the man's hand was handed to her. In the palm was a squirming mass of dark red flesh, like a beating heart, and like a devil's fruit. , the surface is covered with weird gel-like textures.
"Eat it and survive." The man said calmly.
The woman opened her mouth with difficulty, and a foul smell poured into her mouth. No matter what it was, even if it was the devil's heart, she had to eat it. She used her last strength to chew and swallow, as if Devouring the flesh and blood of the enemy.
I don’t know how long it took before she woke up from her coma.
The scars on the woman's body have completely disappeared, and the pain that has tortured her for a long time has disappeared. She feels an unprecedented vitality of life. When she turns over, she is even surprised by her own Agility.
The ghoul is gone.
She lies in the tomb next to a young man sitting on a tombstone enjoying a quiet lunch.
"Are you hungry?"
"Want to eat something?" The man stood up with a smile and handed over a piece of pancake.
Hunger made the woman take it and devour it. Then, she stood in the tomb, respectfully knelt down towards the man in front of her, and said in a trembling voice: "Who are you? Why do you want to save me?"
The man slowly finished the last bit of food in his hand, and he said calmly: "Me?"
"Forgot."
"I have too many names."
"Some people call me the Blood Demon, some people call me the Deceiver, but I prefer the name Fire Thief, because my former companions and I are both Fire Thief."
"My name is Amon now, and I am the president of the Gray Whispering Monastery."
"You can call me president if you like. "
The woman didn't understand what the other party said, but she still said respectfully: "Mr. President"
"Don't call me Sir, just call me President." The man smiled and shook his head.
He thought for a while and explained: "The Priory is a mysterious organization. We gather together and work hard for the same purpose."
The woman looked up in confusion.
But the young man in front of him didn't seem to want to say more. He said in a gentle voice: "You are now an extraordinary person. You have power far beyond ordinary people."
"So, what are you going to do now?"
This sentence seemed to awaken the woman's extremely painful memories in the past. Her eyes instantly turned red, filled with deep hatred. A strange purple glimmer appeared in her pupils. She lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: "I want revenge!"
Hearing this, the elegant man clapped his hands happily and said, "Yes. You should take revenge, and you must take revenge."
"Dagon's filth needs blood to wash away."
“I didn’t expect that after waking up, this place would look like this.”
A strange snake-shaped dagger appeared.
The man handed the dagger to the woman in front of him and said calmly: "I'll give you one day. I'll be waiting for you here at this time tomorrow."
Night fell. The woman's figure moved slowly in the darkness. She didn't know what happened to her, but she now had some weird abilities. Her skills have become extremely agile, and she can sneak in the shadows and darkness. Her body instinct seems to have memorized some fighting skills. Just now, she easily cut the throat of an enemy, and then pierced his heart with a dagger.
The pleasure of killing made her feel a little excited, and the blood of revenge was so sweet.
“Where are the people?”
A man with a bald head and a scarred face came out. He held up his pants and entered the alley to unfasten his belt. But as soon as he raised his head, his whole body stiffened and he stood there as if he had seen a ghost.
The figure of the woman swooped up.
She was very strong now, and she easily grabbed the other man's throat, and then dragged his body into the alley. A cold light flashed, followed by a burst of violent venting, and the man's body was covered with blood. It was already riddled with holes, and the chest was covered with dense knife marks. The blood gushing out was like foam, oozing out gurglingly.
The pleasure of revenge made the woman's eyes blood red, and even the whites of her eyes gradually turned red. Her pupils changed in the darkness, which allowed her to see everything in the darkness clearly.
Blood flowed down her body.
The woman climbed up along the wall. She heard a trace of obscene words and a man's wanton laughter. This was a brothel, where her nightmare began, and she wanted to end everything here. Like an agile cheetah, she climbed to the second floor and then swooped out of the window. Like a poisonous snake, the cold light suddenly appeared and instantly pierced the forehead of the man in the room.
The skull is shattered and the brain fluid is flowing.
"It's you?! You're not dead..." A woman screamed in horror.
Blood spurts out.
The woman waved a cold light without hesitation, and the snake-shaped dagger slit the throat of the old bustard next to her like cutting tofu. The blood spurted out like a waterfall, drenching her whole body. She stretched out her hand His tongue licked the blood at the corner of his mouth.
The taste is so sweet.
The movement here seemed to be alarming. The woman knocked over the candle directly, and the flame soon spread along with the green gauze tent. Her figure climbed out of the wall and escaped into the shadow again, as if A patient hunter, waiting for the next prey to appear.
A man with a sinister face rushed up to the second floor. He took out a pistol from the hidden compartment and was loading bullets.
Bang!
Amidst the muffled sound of the window shattering, the sinister man quickly drew his gun and fired, but a stinging pain hit him. He looked down and saw his severed palm. He covered his severed hand in fear. Yelling, looking extremely frightened, just like the women who were bullied and abused by them.
Poof.
The woman stepped forward, the dagger passed through the cold light, pierced through the opponent's neck, and then slashed all the way down, almost disemboweling the opponent, and the filthy intestines and internal organs gushed out, and most of the vicious man The bodies were cut open.
At this moment she is already a bloody person soaked in blood.
But the strong smell of blood did not scare her at all. She seemed to have been reborn. It was the first time that blood felt so sweet and mellow.
The killing continues.
When the flames soared into the sky and engulfed this sinful building, the woman walked out of the sea of fire naked.
She took off her bloody clothes and reached out to dig out the bullet in her abdomen.
She licked the blood from the wound on her arm, laughing wildly in the dark night, laughing until she was hoarse, laughing so heart-breakingly that her laughter finally turned into silent crying.
The flames ignited in the sky spread toward the town, and people's screams of terror were heard in the distance.
The woman did not look back. She gradually disappeared into the darkness and merged into the deep night.
The light of morning falls.
The woman came to the cemetery again. She lowered her head humbly, looked at the young man in front of her who seemed to have been sitting on the tombstone all night, and said respectfully: "President."
Sitting on the tombstone The sitting man turned to look at her and said calmly: "Is the matter done?"
The woman nodded.
The young man stood up, looked at her, and smiled: "Very good."
"Let's go."
He walked towards the south of the cemetery, and the woman followed him silently.
“That’s right.”
The young man stopped and said softly: “Members of the Priory have code names, you should also change your name.”
He After thinking about it, he smiled and clapped his hands and said: "From today on, you will be called [Mother]."
Mistress?
The woman was silent. From today on, she is the mistress.
The two people drifted away towards the wilderness.
"President."
"Where are we going?" The woman looked hesitant and asked cautiously.
The young man smiled and replied: "To the south. To a place called Dorne."
Dorne?
The mistress has heard of it. It is said that it is a place where life is rich, peaceful and peaceful. It is not as chaotic and turbulent as Dagon, filled with endless sin.
“What are we going to do?” The mistress was very curious.
The president's face was full of smiles, and he whispered: "Let's wake up the people there."
"They slept for too long."
The mistress could not understand the president's words, but this did not affect her from following the president's footsteps and executing all his orders.
The president faced the morning sunshine and smiled: "Human beings have been sleeping for too long."
"They are in a dream called [Reality], sleeping forever."
“We have to wake the others up.”
"This is something I decided after discussing with my partners back then. They asked me to be the bell ringer, although they are no longer here."
"But the bell should still ring!"
"No matter how beautiful the dream is, you will wake up one day. Don't wait until one day, everyone will turn into dust in the dream."
The mistress can't understand it at all, but she believes what the president said everything.
The man stretched out his hand as if to catch a ray of sunshine.
He smiled and said: "It's been an era."
"Human beings have been cultivating themselves for nearly a thousand years. It's time for them to wake up and face reality."
"Today's young people are too weak. "
"Having not experienced the baptism of the Dark Age, they are still a little hesitant."
"They don't even dare to let people wake up from their dreams and know the truth of the world. If those old guys who died knew it, they would be sad too.”
The mistress still didn’t understand.
But the president was no longer in the mood to explain. He said softly: "Let's go and ring the bell for mankind."
"It may as well be an alarm bell."
"It may as well be a death knell. "
"They can no longer sleep. There is an old day that is about to wake up..."
"The sunshine here is very warm."
"But this is not reality."
………………
Book club group 590638148.
This is the only single seedling left. Three rounds of Futu Nursing Home, don’t play to death.
More than ten groups were all exploded.
(End of this chapter)