As time went by, her hair became longer and longer. When she huddled in the corner of the stable, her hair dragged on the ground, covered with hay and filth, and exuded a strong stench, like a dirty bed. Dirty cotton wool.
Whenever Taro heard the sound of the farmer's leather boots entering the stable, she would tremble all over, become stiff and cold, and shrink into a ball unconsciously.
The man with the red beard is here again. He wore a leather vest, held a polished birch stick in his hand, and had a black riding crop tied to his belt.
Everyone on the farm knows that the birch stick in the hand is used to beat people, and the riding crop in the belt is used to beat disobedient animals.
The black slaves on the farm suffered a lot from the stick. They even secretly suspected that beating people was one of the farm owner's hobbies. The white wooden stick made a whistling sound when it was swung, and it was painful when it hit the person, but it would not cause bleeding or break bones.
Not allowed to go near the stable, the slaves on the farm knew that their master had hidden a strange "thing" there. But no one knew that it was the "witch" who was supposed to be executed before. They didn't dare to ask about it.
Farmers would only come to Tarot in the dead of night, dragging the seeds they were about to sow, and ask her to bless the seeds.
This time, he placed the seed in front of her, but Talo didn't move.
"What are you waiting for?" The wooden stick made a hollow sound in the palm of his hand.
Taro swallowed her saliva, and from between her hair that was stuck together, a pair of eyes looked at the human in front of her with fear: "I have no strength today...I haven't eaten enough..." She wanted to try something "more like food." food.
The farmer chuckled lightly at first. Through the moonlight that filtered in between the wooden boards, Taro saw the veins on his forehead suddenly popping up. He inhaled suddenly, his nostrils swelled, and the stick in his hand was raised high.
Phew, snap!
Taro felt as if a branding iron had been struck on her body. She screamed and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. The force seemed stronger than ever before.
Snap, snap, snap! After three more strokes with the stick, the man seemed to feel that the pain inflicted was not enough, so he dropped the stick and took off the riding crop from his waist.
Taro's eyes suddenly widened, she was trembling all over, and she knelt on the ground and begged: Please don't use the whip! please!
After two years of being imprisoned without leaving home, one truth has been ingrained in her mind: whips are for whipping animals, and sticks are for beating people.
She just asked him to use the stick.
But the begging had no effect. He raised his whip high, and there was a whistling sound, and the riding crop hit her for the first time.
That's a different kind of pain. It was like a strip of skin had been torn off. Her wails echoed in the dark night.
The farmer didn't stop until he was out of breath. He breathed freely and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He kicked the seed bag in front of him with his foot: "How are you, do you have the strength?"
Talo, who was lying twitching in the darkness, remained motionless. The farmer tied the whip back to his waist and took a few steps closer.
She suddenly laughed softly in the darkness.
The farmer frowned suspiciously: Isn't this woman crazy?
Taro chuckled, as if talking in her sleep: "That's enough...that's enough..."
She turned over and sat up, with red and swollen whip marks on her face: "Severe pain can increase a little bit of divine power... that's enough."
As if being pulled by an invisible rope, Talo suddenly stood up. She stood in the darkness, staring straight at the farmer, her eyes filled with saturated emotions. Like a disheveled evil spirit, the farmer took a step back in shock.
She first scratched her body, making a "hissing" sound between her teeth, as if she was scratching the skin moss on her body in pain. Her fingertips began to be covered with things, as if they were covered with black mud - she was "extracting" something from her body, as if she was extracting invisible threads, and those things gradually fell into her hands. Condensed into a ball...
The farmer looked at what he saw in shock, unable to move.
It was a dark red mass, like a mass of black asphalt, but the asphalt was burning with charcoal red.
Like some kind of living creature, it keeps groping outwards at its edges, as if it wants to expand. Its expanding roots are covered with sharp teeth, and each time it expands, it leaves bright red tooth marks on Taro's arms. , blood dripped along the arm, as if bitten by a small snake.
"The name of this thing is..."Resentment"..." The charcoal red color illuminated Taro's dirty face. She looked at the small thing in her palm with fascination. "It is a kind of thing hidden in the gaps in the body, constantly Something that bites the internal organs...
"If you humans want to express it, you usually have to use drastic means."
The fear exceeded the critical point, and the farmer collapsed. He turned around and started to run away. The leather boots under his feet made a ridiculous sound on the ground, like the croak of boots being pulled out of the mud.
Taro threw the ball of charcoal-red black mud at his back, and the living thing stuck to his back. It screamed and hooked its tentacles covered with sharp teeth on his back. The man was in pain and screamed. He tried to pull the thing off his back with both hands, but resentment had quietly integrated into his body.
Black mud suddenly enveloped the farmer's heart. The heart seemed to be on fire.
The farmer suddenly fell into great resentment. He stopped running away, picked up the stick and rushed back.
At this time, there was another thing suspended in Talo's palm, which was a slowly rotating gray mist. That gray mist can cover up anything, and nothing can be seen clearly through it.
When he was about to rush forward, Talo threw the gray mist over and into his body.
"This is 'depression'. "She had a smile on her face, as if she was giving away her good things generously. "If this feeling is strong enough, people will be unable to move."
Although the gray fog is a stagnant and heavy force, it is stronger than resentment. As soon as it entered his body, it solidified instantly and became extremely heavy, like cement that dried instantly, filling the spaces between his five internal organs, making people not want to move.
What's even more frightening is that beneath the thick gray fog, the resentment has not disappeared. It was buried deep, repeatedly burning and stinging people's hearts...
The farmer no longer had the will to lift the stick. He collapsed on the ground with shortness of breath, and a huge sense of despair pressed him to the ground.
Taro walked over happily, with excitement in her eyes. She took out something from her head. It was a group of things that were constantly beating and changing, and seemed to be very unstable. She thrust the thing into his temple. .
""crazy". New to my guys. "
He suddenly leaned back as if having an epileptic seizure, bending his body at a terrible angle. His eyes were hidden in his eyelids, and all the muscles in his body were tense.
Burning with resentment, weighed down by depression, tortured by madness.
His exhalation that took too long suddenly stopped, and a scalp-numbing inhalation sounded, like a strange scream. The poor human heart is besieged by various violent and pure emotions, twitching and beating like a trembling, getting weaker and weaker...
His body fell to the side, and the blood on his flushed cheeks ebbed, like the clouds after the sunset completely sets, turning black in an instant.
Tallow stood relaxedly beside the farmer, blinking at the man who had tortured her.
The farmer's eyes that had lost their luster stared into the void behind Taro, where there were three giant trees-like shadows, much larger than the ones she could condense in her hands.
Of those three shadows, one is burning charcoal red, one is the gray mist that blocks everything, and the other is the madness that is constantly beating.
They are like three huge monuments, standing behind the god.
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