Agnes saw the rotten vines pouring out along the gray-black waves, covering every organ in Spasnerecki's body. The blackened branches wrapped around the heart, pierced into the brain, and then became slender but The strange gray-black bud tips emerge from the eyes that have lost their human color, and move with an inexplicable rhythm.
The tiny whispers were like the fluttering of moths' wings, or like some tiny cracks in the flames. It was as if there were voices whispering in my mind, discussing topics that no one could understand.
Sharp black nails protruded from Agnes's fingertips, and dark red and purple spots appeared from Agnes' arms, then climbed up her neck and cheeks step by step, until they covered her whole body.
A cold aura spread out in an instant, followed by some extreme hatred and anger.
Agnes looked at the rotten vines soaked in the gray-black waves, and subconsciously thought of the gray-black ocean she had seen more than once, with no light at all.
What is behind everything swallowed up by the lightless darkness?
Where did this gray-black wave that she couldn't control come from in her field of vision?
...and what kind of secret is there in the rumor that living corpses use their lairs to guard the river that leads to unknown places?
Countless complicated thoughts flowed through her mind in an instant, and then sank deeper in an instant, leaving only her guard against what she saw in front of her.
She subconsciously touched the rose brooch pinned under her collar with one hand, her eyes scanning everyone in the room, and then her eyes moved to the statue whose face could not be seen clearly and was covered with a large cloak.
A blood-like luster flowed through the red glass, and then the dim thorns lit up, shimmering with subtle light in the darkness.
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Anderson looked at Spasnerecki's completely inhuman appearance and couldn't control the dryness in his voice. He felt something stirring under his skin, as if a moth was about to emerge from its chrysalis, or something buds that settled earlier in the spinal cord.
Confusing thoughts filled his mind, and everything he thought about seemed to really appear before his eyes. With extremely active thinking, he couldn't tell whether his mind was clearer or captured by the uncontrollable fear in his heart. , leaving an empty dullness.
In front of him, Spasnerecki's skin was dry in one moment, and then plump in the next moment; his sides were dark black with knife-like lines in one moment, and in the next moment they were transparent, reflecting light.
At the next moment, a winter-like coldness penetrated his skin, making his thoughts stagnant for a moment as if they were rusty gears. It was as if the blood in his body was frozen, and everything in front of him seemed to be losing color and gradually turning into pure white. .
An unspeakable fear was born in his heart, and everything that changed in front of him suddenly disappeared, leaving behind an uncontrollable desire to feel sick and retching.
He couldn't help but bend down, but didn't see anything being spit out.
Anderson couldn't help but clicked his tongue, then straightened up, raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, and then his eyes directly met Edwina's cold, mechanical eyes.
"Are you awake?" Edwina's voice sounded, and he nodded casually.
He glanced at Okefa, who was covered in cold sweat and had just woken up from an uncontrollable hallucination like him. He frowned, then quickly relaxed, revealing a bright smile.
"Of course, it is a hunter's instinct to adapt to the environment." Anderson said, and he reached out to pull Okefa, who was staggering a little.
"Maybe we should think about how we can help." Edwina retracted her gaze from Anderson, turned to the other side, and whispered.
In the direction of her sight, Agnes' whole body was covered with dark red and purple markings. Unnatural hatred and anger permeated her whole body, and not far in front of her, there were white and gray lines. A clear dividing line was drawn.
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The dream-haunting rose given by Chester has the ability to induce dreams most related to the target's hidden desires, and Agnes chose the target as the cloaked statue that may be real or illusory.
This is the most convenient way to learn everything you want to know, even if the process may be a bit risky.
The risk is bearable, at most... it's just a matter of accumulating a few more layers of madness. From choosing to leave Fenebaud, from choosing to reach an agreement with Huizhen, from finding her true desire, she will no longer do it. Regret your choice.
Agnes felt as if she had penetrated a thick layer of water. A brief feeling of suffocation passed through her heart, and then there was a fiery red light and shadow.
She saw scarlet flames licking the tower in the distance, crystal-like shards reflecting psychedelic colors, high notes penetrating the sky mixed with ear-piercing screams, mixed with successive loud noises, which made people momentarily stunned. It was impossible to tell whether the treble that penetrated the sky was brilliant music or an illusion mixed with screams.
But those are things happening outside, as far away as the horizon. In this reception room, it seems as if the coldness of the ice and snow is filling the air.
Agnes focused her eyes on the woman sitting in the darkness. She had exquisite makeup, her brown curly hair was tied behind her head, and her lips were straightened, with a kind of indifferent arrogance and coldness.
Countess?
No, not the lady I saw before, or more than that.
The whispers in Agnes's ears could almost be called a mountain roaring tsunami when gathered together, as if countless insects gathered together to squirm, dense and long, and seemed to be like the whimpering of a dead person.
She lowered her gaze slightly and saw the broken corners of her clothes and the traces of flames burning.
The person in front of her raised her head and looked at the tower in the distance through the gaps in the gauze. The firelight reflected a scarlet color in her eyes.
"He is a very good actor, but it is a pity that he was not born at the best time." The woman said almost to herself.
"There is no one there." Agnes looked at the tower in the distance and said softly.
"No one can see him or hear him anymore, even the fragments are in a place where he doesn't exist at all," the woman looked at Agnes and said, but her eyes seemed to be looking at nothingness, "even in a dream. "
"This is your dream." Agnes whispered.
"No," the woman's indifferent face gradually became distorted, and finally settled into a weird smile, "This is a dream that belongs to everyone."
Agnes saw the shadow peeking out from behind the woman, like the most slender vine, wrapping around the woman's ankles, belly, and neck, until it covered the woman's body.
She saw the woman's face gradually become distorted and blurred, and then seemed to gradually smooth out, until it looked like a mirror, with different faces reflected in it.
