Chapter 219:

Ahhh!
She closed her mouth, coaxing the intensity line to turn the corner of her lips into a demon smile. Her eyes were closed, and she slowly lowered her eyelids to cover his fragility. Now there will be no more tears, no more painful cries. The thread has sewn the expression in place. That is a mask. Everything she really felt was hidden in it and could not be touched.
He released the grips of his hands from her neck, and then she slid down the wall, her legs bent upwards under her. He pressed the boots on her shoulders, and then she fell. After that, he performed a vicious kick on her body, broke her ribs, and kicked her throat again, which really tested the strength of her mask. However, it was held. Knowing what would happen next, she tried to raise her hands to protect her face, but not fast enough. His boots got there first, kicked to the face, bleeding from his nose. Her face was kicked again, and now, at last, she felt the darkness enveloped in the darkness of the blanket of nothingness, and she was grateful for its approach. The devil lifted his foot and jerked his boots on the side of her head. This was the last thing she felt.
Oh Christ, she thought, I can't die! I still have a lot of unfinished work!
Interestingly, she didn't feel dead, but isn't that the most common language she has ever heard from visitors? If she is not dead, why would she see you for the first time? Why should she be ninety feet taller against the wall?
Devil-what does Li Huai call him? Dick's face? acupuncture? Feet! That's it. He turned his back to her, breathing. The demon treated her as cruelly as she did, effortlessly. After walking away, he changed his mind and approached her again, removing her hand from his face.
There is no doubt that he really messed her up, but she was happy to see that her mysterious smile was still there and resisted him. There is no doubt that the satisfaction of this is that the rest of the news is difficult to accept.
Except for the obvious, she found it impossible to treat the demon as a flathead. That is the name of the school insult or the poor juggler. It doesn't belong to the monster standing on her now, and his body trembles excitedly from the beating that just finished.
The demon stepped back, still watching his cruel behavior, then reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and turned his attention to the little weasel who had just entered the room and hovered at the door. She didn't need to hear his voice to know that this was the creature that first caught her on the streets of New York, whispering various obscene threats in her ear to prevent her from resisting him. He was much pitiful than she thought, it was a grayish-brown thing, and threw the peasant's rags on his naked body. Yet on his face-even after what he did to her by dragging her here-she saw the remains of a man who was once a man with luminous intelligence. He laughed many times and thought about it.
When she studied him, she felt herself drawn out of the room where the body was beaten. An invisible rope pulled her through the building. It was a once beautiful room, a labyrinth of a large hall, the plaster rotted the hall, fell from the walls, the mirrors rotted, and their gold foil frame peeled off. , Knot cru.
When she left unintentionally, she saw the remains of places where other people (prisoners in a situation like her) were tortured here and there. The body of one such victim was placed in a stove with his legs, where a fire had burned and consumed his limbs to above the knee. The victim passed away very early, and his flesh was petrified very early, leaving something similar to a bronze diorama to pay tribute to the murder scene.
She also saw the ghost of the victim, hanging in the air, always tied to his painful body. His sight comforted her. She doesn't understand this seemingly abandoned place, but she can learn from its ghost. They know a lot, the dead. How many times did she tell Li Hao that they are the world's largest untapped resource? Yes, everything they have seen, everything they have suffered, all the victories they have won-they have lost to a world that needs wisdom. Why? Because at some point in the evolution of species, a deep superstition was sewn into people's hearts, the dead should be regarded as a source of terror rather than an enlightening force.
She guessed it was angelic work. When a war rages under the veil of reality, some spiritual armies are instructed by one or more commanders, leaving people in a passive and stupid state. The deceased were given orders and were not allowed to comfort the collective souls of mankind. Instead, they became the source of countless horror stories, and the illusions as their souls were found to be avoided and hated, until several generations only taught themselves a deliberate blindness.
Mai Xia knew what to lose. The deceased greatly enriched her own life. A certain amount of knowledge can alleviate human anger and appetite for war and its atrocities. This is because people know that the three-point year and the ten years spanned by the Li Bad Bible are not all, but a thumbnail of glorious and unlimited work. But this knowledge will not be exposed in her lifetime.
Mai Xia only shared her thoughts on this with a living person, Li Bad. But she has listened to ghosts countless times, making the ghosts feel pain for not seeing them, and can't comfort her loved ones by simply saying "I am here". I'm right next to you. "She realized that death is two mirrors of grief: the life of the blind, they believe that they have lost their loved ones forever; the other deceased is the deceased, they suffer from their loved ones, but they cannot provide a syllable of comfort.
As she walked across the roof of the building, her reverie was broken, and the light of enveloped her. She thought that at some point her sight would abandon her, but that was not the case.
When the building fell under her, she was given a bird's-eye view of the wilderness and taken her away through her. She didn't really expect the areas to be as evoked by great poets, painters and storytellers throughout the millennia, but she was still surprised that they were far from what her soul saw.
The sky has neither sun nor stars, which is predictable, but all it contains is a stone the size of an asteroid. The stone stretched high above the huge terrain and spread below it. It threw away the cracks like lightning, and the light flowed through it. The impact on the vast panorama is incredible.
This is hardly a promising environment, but it still finds a way to grow and even prosper. On the hillside below her, long white grass swayed in the wind of hell. There were bushes everywhere, with barbed branches, but the nodules were full of colorless flowers. Her thoughts began to go mad again. Where did she go this trip? Does it even have a destination? Or is she just relaxing physically and destined to linger in hell?
Regardless of her will or intentions, the invisible tether continued to pull her towards an unknown purpose, and as it progressed, her spirit began to sink to the ground. After a few seconds, she moved a few inches of white grass. There is a small forest in front of her. The upper part of the canopy is knotted, except for about thirty or forty wild trees, which have been released and grow like black lightning. The bird perches on several knotted branches and competes for the most suitable spot with its beak and claws. Seeing the dispute between them, she was so distracted that she hardly noticed people resurrecting from the darkness under the tree.
Then she smelled blood and everything turned white.
If you like the best trick or treat system, please collect it: (EbookFREE.me) The best trick or treat system has the fastest literary update.