Different from the elves struggling in pain and confusion.
Chu Sheng can clearly distinguish the imperial envoys.
The Holy Sword Spirit on the King's Tower, which was like a "godlike statue", killed the person he had "met" just a few minutes ago.
Although this imperial envoy did not recognize the evil demon Gu Luodan.
But the status of the person who can trade with Lord "Sage" can be imagined, and the fact that Gu Luodan saved him from the big devil before is enough to show his unfathomable strength.
As a result, even such a "big man" could not escape death. Now Chu Sheng has finally figured out that he was probably betrayed by the "sage" and used him as a pawn to get involved in an incident that was far beyond his level. In the vortex.
run!
Hurry up and escape from this hellish place!
He now regrets very much why he didn't listen to the housekeeper's suggestion and bring more guards, even if he brought a few "hunters" with him, he wouldn't be in such an embarrassing and dangerous situation now.
But this time, it seemed that goddess luck favored him.
Chu Sheng took advantage of the darkness and just ran out for a short distance when he found several familiar figures in front of him, who seemed to have been waiting there for a long time just to meet him.
The envoy took a closer look and saw that it was his butler and a group of guards.
Very good!
Chu Sheng, who thought he had escaped and was overjoyed, did not realize that his guards and housekeepers all looked dull and a little distracted. They were staggering when walking and seemed to be unsteady. If it was daytime, they might still be able to see. Yeah, the tiny bugs crawling on these people.
But the dark night obscured many details. Chu Sheng rushed onto the carriage and was just about to order the housekeeper to drive quickly and leave Illinois.
scare!
As soon as Chu Sheng opened the car curtain, he was almost shocked because he saw someone else in the car.
one.
A little girl he doesn't know?
"Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Alice, who was holding the doll in the carriage, said a little aggrievedly.
"You, who are you!"
"When my brother asks someone their name, the next step is to play with Alice."
Chu Sheng really likes little girls.
After all, as an envoy, he usually plays with mature women such as princesses, queens, noble ladies, etc., and plays too much.
Seeing Alice's fair skin and pretty cute face, coupled with her soft, frail and slightly morbid look, Chu Sheng was quite taken aback.
Ling Shi suppressed the anxiety in his heart. His intuition told him that the little girl in front of him was very dangerous, so Chu Sheng tried his best to put a smile on his face and said in a gentle big brother's voice like coaxing a child:
"Little kid, I'll come down first. My brother is in a hurry. I'll play with you later, okay?"
"No, if I let you go, big brother, the king will be unhappy. Alice doesn't want to be disliked by the king, so big brother should come and play with Alice."
Until Chu Sheng here can no longer see Alice's problem, he shouldn't act accordingly.
The frightened Chu Sheng turned around and was about to run away, but unexpectedly, the housekeepers and guards staggered around and surrounded the carriage.
"You guys!"
Under the moonlight, Chu Sheng realized that his servants' eyes were all white, and they were spitting out mud from their grinned mouths. The dirty breath made him dizzy, and he even saw some insects. It was following the skirt of his clothes and starting to crawl on him.
"roll!"
"Get out of my way!"
These strange scenes almost drove Chu Sheng crazy, but soon he no longer had to worry so much.
because
In the eyes of the commander, the sickly little girl's body is now rapidly expanding. Large pieces of rotten flesh are beginning to fill Alice's belly. Her lovely face is distorted into one that is leaking pus, full of scars and patchwork. Traces of the Butcher.
And the doll he was holding had now turned into a thousand-legged centipede, with its wriggling legs wrapped around him, and its bloody mouth full of mucus, as if it was about to swallow him in one bite.
"Ugly monster. Ugly monster!! Get out, get out! Monster. Help, help."
"Ahhh."
Alice ignored Chu Sheng who was screaming and struggling. Her seemingly ferocious face was actually a little aggrieved. She patted her pet centipede with the butcher knife in her hand, indicating that it could not be eaten, not yet.
After that, she used her arms, one big and one small, to tear open her belly and put the order in like an object. When she took it out again, it seemed that it had been processed and turned into an extremely miserable human chrysalis. .
Chu Sheng was inside the carrion chrysalis, bound by the package so that he couldn't even move his fingers, and could only stare in horror.
After doing all this, Alice's body shrank rapidly, and the bloated rotten flesh shrank like a sponge. In the blink of an eye, she turned into the sickly and cute little girl she was at the beginning.
Of course, there are still expressions of grievance and frustration on his face.
"Why do you call Alice ugly?"
"Alice is not ugly. The king clearly said that Alice is the cutest."
I no longer pay attention to Chu Sheng in the chrysalis.
Alice was like a little girl returning from picking mushrooms, jumping back to Elena to join everyone.
Meanwhile on the other side.
King's Tower.
The song ends.
In Constant's eyes, the overlapping figures of Liao Yu and the once destined son also gradually separated as the holy sword disappeared, the barrier faded, and the brilliance dimmed.
The miracle he expected did not happen.
Without the aura of the holy sword, the young man who fell from the sky in front of him no longer had anything in common with the "brave man" of the past.
This has nothing to do with appearance. After all, they have been cursed. Not only are the "traitors" indescribable, but all aspects of the Son of Destiny have also been eroded and blurred.
But the "traitor" can erase their memories, but not their perceptions.
If it was really the brave man he was familiar with thousands of years ago, Constant believed that he would never forget the aura of the Son of Destiny in another ten thousand years.
But now the young man opposite brought him only a sense of strangeness.
It was not the impossible miracle that he was familiar with and expected.
yes.
Constant shook his head.
He, a "ghost" from thousands of years ago, should have understood long ago that the glory of the past was ultimately just a flash in the pan.
Just like an old friend who has passed away will never come back.
The top floor of the King's Tower was shrouded in darkness again. To Constant, it seemed to imply that the night was still very long, and the real "dawn" he expected was still very far away.
but no matter.
Constant's depressed mood revived again, and a new flame ignited in his dim eyes.
after all.
A new brave man is born!
(End of chapter)
