Everyone has an obsession deep in their hearts, but puppets are not human beings.
Although Furnace Heart has the ability to simulate human emotions and create obsessions, it is like a dream and can easily break and disappear.
But at this moment, Jiujiu actually allowed himself, a man-made product, to give birth to obsessions that were not puppets.
This obsession grew and grew uncontrollably in the darkness of the cold lake, giving birth to the outline of a heart of flesh and blood.
She lives and dies under the sword of her own hands, drifts from the world of mortals, and is a cold puppet weapon. The meaning of her existence has nothing to do with anyone.
She was so powerful, but it was as if she had given herself a moment of indulgence that went against her mission, allowing this fragile and fragile thing that went against her power to grow quietly in her body.
The powerful puppet Yinghuo seems to be holding some kind of naive and unrealistic fantasy, thinking that even if his soul is shattered, he will pay countless prices.
She can still return to the sunshine one day, touch her own heart, and live as a human being.
Because there are some things that only humans can do...
The five fingertips of the right hand that was forced to be raised suddenly flew up with wisps of silver translucent threads.
The winding and flying silk thread plunged into the heart, tightly tying the heart, and the thin and sharp thread soon seeped with bright red blood.
The raised fingertips stiffened and trembled, as if they were resisting the power of the evil god within his body.
"Fearless resistance." The True Ancestor Evil God mocked Ninety-nine's useless efforts.
"The puppet with the strings broke free from the restraints to control its own puppet strings, and could only fall from the performance platform and fall into pieces. It was still the same fifteen years ago, and it will be the same fifteen years later."
"You have grown such a fragile 'little toy' on your own. It will only add another fatal weakness to you and will not bring you any benefits."
"Come and let me see your inner intentions..."
The cold and evil consciousness of the True Ancestor Evil God penetrated deeper, and the filthy and sticky consciousness stirred her whole world like cold needles, causing soreness and severe pain to spread rapidly in his head.
It was also like fangs covered with barbed teeth, wishing to bite her until no flesh and blood was left.
The stiff and struggling fingers began to be manipulated and bound by those puppet threads.
"Click! Click! Click!" The puppet thread wrapped around the fingers began to twist Jiujiu's fingers into a strange arc.
The translucent silk threads bound between the hearts also divided into several thinner threads between the hearts, piercing deeply into her weak heart like the stem tentacles of a plant.
The dark and filthy desires stained the heart like toxins along the thin roots, covering it with black and red stains.
It is as if the last inch of the land has been violated and polluted.
This process of slowly injecting the poison of desire into the heart does not feel very painful, and you will even feel a numb and comfortable feeling of sinking into your own desire.
Compared with the intense and terrifying pain caused by the powerful spiritual body of the True Ancestor Evil God invading the sea of consciousness in the skull.
On the contrary, it was this numb and comfortable sinking feeling that made Ninety-Nine's reaction suddenly become stronger.
There seemed to be a strange beast roaring uneasily and angrily in the heart, and Ninety-nine's eyes like a deep pool seemed to stir up a thousand waves at this moment.
Even in this heavy pressure deep water world, she suddenly arched her body violently, the joints tightly pinched in her left hand turned white, and bubbles continued to spit out from her mouth, as if she wanted to struggle.
But even so, it was still to no avail, as the thin threads began to spread in her heart.
Soon, the surface of the heart seemed to be covered with a layer of spiderweb-like outline marks.
The True Ancestor Evil God is absorbing the true emotional consciousness hidden in this heart.
It seemed as if he had suddenly discovered some incredible secret.
The whole space recalled the dark laughter of the True Ancestor Evil God, and there was a bit of weird anger and ridicule in that laughter.
"No wonder you gave up your soul so easily, even willing to accept the schemes and traps of the reincarnation fragments.
If I hadn't seen your heart, maybe I would have encountered a lot of trouble in the near future, but you little doll..."
"Don't you think you are too arrogant?"
"Such a calculation, risking everything just to change a person's fate, is really a big sin."
"As far as I know, dolls do not have the spirit of active sacrifice, yet you are willing to do this for a son of a human being."
"But thanks to the interference of that corpse demon, I discovered the existence of your heart in advance."
"For me, crushing it is as easy as crushing a ball of mud."
"But if you are willing to hand over your body to me, I wouldn't mind allowing you to keep this heart."
"Keep it?" Ninety-nine's fingertips connected to the puppet string began to seep with bright red blood, which melted into a pool of slowly flowing blood mist in the water.
Her body still remained hunched up, her right arm tightened little by little, and the nails on her right hand connected to the puppet thread began to peel off rapidly as if they were withering.
The string that bound her heart suddenly became loose and spread out in the water.
The heart that had been tightened to the point of suffocation resumed beating, and Jiujiu opened his dark eyes without whites.
"You can't possess my body, so whether you want to kill the corpse demon or destroy my heart, you need to use my external force to help you achieve substantial damage."
Ninety-nine eye sockets in this unrelated deep water realm were dyed a deep black color that was deeper than darkness. From a distance, it looked like a cold, soulless walking corpse.
"But if I really dedicate this body to you, Evil God, I will immediately use my power to destroy anything that poses a threat to you."
"Including my heart."
The dejected laughter of the True Ancestor Evil God echoed in the sea of ninety-nine pain:
"But if you don't offer your body to me, you won't be able to keep this ridiculous so-called 'heart' either.
The boy was completely controlled and obsessed by the murderous desire in this area, and was assimilated into a monster who only knew how to kill according to his nature.
His last obsession with maintaining his clarity was to find you among thousands of 'yous'. "
"But with his current condition, losing his five senses and nature, he simply cannot find you among the thousands of 'yous' who have the same soul fragments."
"So he can only keep killing until the end, even his only obsession will be swallowed up by it, so even if he kills to the last one.
You are the only one left, do you think he will show mercy to you and put away his sword to stop the killing? "
Jiujiu did not respond to Zhenzu Evil God’s question.
The True Ancestor Evil God controlled Jiujiu's body, forcing her to raise her head and look up toward the sky above the lake. The faint floating light could capture the outline of a halo from far above her head.
That ray of light fell down, but her dark eyes without white eyes reflected no light at all.
"Or...it turns out that there is still a trace of hope left in your heart? I hope that someone can find the real you in this deep water field, among thousands of identical yous."
Jiujiu denied calmly: "I don't have such expectations."
But the True Ancestor Evil God just smiled, as if he didn't hear her words, and continued:
"But you know in your heart that no matter what era or situation you are in, as a puppet, you cannot catch anyone, and at the same time, no one is willing to stay for you."
"You're just a puppet."
"You have no parents, even though you have a perfect human face and body, simulated blood and organs, and complex palm prints.
But you will never have the six lines of kinship like humans do, let alone someone who is destined to be with you. "
Like hypnotism, the True Ancestor Evil God repeated this fact and his tone became more certain:
"You're just a puppet!"
"The meaning of your existence is to be used by others, to squeeze out all the value and to be used by others. The only thing that makes you unique is that Yinghuo is different from ordinary dolls. After losing the original owner, you have your own The right to choose your master.”
"That woman Xuefu is no longer here, and the deceased is not qualified to use the puppet Yingluo.
Therefore, your remaining value naturally needs a supreme being who also has great value to squeeze and use it, so as to maximize it. "
"The final end of the doll is to depreciate until it loses its value and is destroyed. In this case, why not leave your most profound traces in the long flow of history and choose me to be your master?"
"Is there anything else in this world that can make the most of your existence than me?"
"Although you and the Six Consciousnesses are both dolls, Yingluo, but looking at the root of it, you and her are very different in nature."
"She is an auxiliary guardian doll, but you... are a war doll born due to attack and destruction."
"Rather than guarding those illusory and useless things, let's become an ordinary vulgar woman who has expectations for those meaningless things.
Destroy, fight, and plunder. Even in the moment of decay and fading, you will exude the charming and mellow fragrance of death. This is the most valuable time. "
"Give your body to me, and I will find your own value for you."
The evil god's brain talk is like the undead wandering around in hell after death, creating a perfect illusion for them.
The ninety-nine darkness could not reflect any light in the eyes, and there was even a momentary wavering.
Her eyes began to ripple like water, but... it was only for a moment.
The fingernails between her twisted five fingers fell off completely, leaving the threads deeply embedded in her heart floating in the water.
The ninety-nine consciousnesses were violently turbulent, almost boiling, trying to burn the consciousness that invaded the mind and belonged to the True Ancestor Evil God.
Her neck, one inch! An inch! Kaka lowered his head, no longer looking at the faint light floating above his head but too dim to give up any hope.
Ninety-nine curled up his body tighter, like an insecure newborn baby, hugging himself into a ball.
"Even in this world, no one stops for me."
"Even if that human cub can never remember me again."
"Even if I am a war doll that symbolizes destruction, I still want to...protect..."
"I won't let you destroy my heart. This body is something you can never imagine."
"I have fallen, I have fallen, evil god, this is the path I have chosen for myself, and it is also the path I have chosen for you, so I am willing to do it."
The sea of consciousness burned itself like lava. In order to obtain the body of Ninety-Nine, the True Ancestor Evil God invaded almost half of his own consciousness into her sea of consciousness.
But it never thought that it had bewitched her to this point with such a powerful power of mental pollution. After her soul was shattered into thousands and her consciousness should be hazy, she could still be so desperate and determined to go to hell alone. .
The True Ancestor Evil God likes to collect all the pain, desires, and emotions in the world.
But that doesn't mean it enjoys suffering.
The pain caused by the blazing fire in the sea of self-consciousness made the entire lake turbulent, in this endless place where there is no life left in this pure water.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he sensed the intense 'pain' of the True Ancestor Evil God, and began to grow sharper and evil thorns out of nothingness, covered with sharp fangs and barbs.
Different from the black thorns that attacked Bailian just now, in this body of water.
The thorns born from nothingness are bright red in color, with large swaths of blood floating in them.
Darkness is wrapped in bloody thorns, and the bloody thorns that symbolize pain are also wrapped in endless dark desires.
Wrapped around ninety-nine bodies, hands, feet, and faces.
Wrapping her into a giant cocoon.
So in the dark world of the lake, Jiujiu was wrapped and dragged by the cocoon of blood-red thorns that was as huge as a mountain.
Facing the endless world, he fell into eternal sinking.
Ninety-Nine's body was curled up in a huge cocoon of thorns and blood. She curled up her body into a helpless ball.
Almost stubborn, just to protect the heart under the chest that is covered with dirty strings and already riddled with holes.
She used her snow-white and soft body to resist the fang-like thorns of thorns and vines.
Jiujiu slowly closed his eyes.
Although she didn't know whether her heart, which had been stained and stained with wounds, could support her to fulfill her wish.
But she still chooses to protect.
The bewitching words of the True Ancestor Evil God seemed to be lingering in his ears at this moment.
look forward to?
Does it mean that she has expectations for the corpse demon boy?
not at all?
According to her powerful data analysis as the puppet Yinghuo, that guy has completely degenerated into a murderous monster.
No one can find her here from the hundreds of thousands of deep waters, from the thousands of selves with the same soul aura shell.
Even if that kid really appeared in front of her.
It was just because of his desire to kill that he slaughtered all the dolls with a strong desire to kill and then came here.
He cannot break this eternal dark desire.
And despair!
