Resist the world, but I spread the curse

With his back to the lake, Wang Han managed to regain his senses, sweating profusely. He stared ahead, but thousands of radiances rushed towards him like hordes of invisible monsters, but they stopped at his own pace. The surface of the body is no longer an inch.

At this moment, Wang Han also realized that these dreamlike lights are a kind of existence, an incomprehensible life!

And these lights are just the life that lives on the lake, but for ordinary human beings like him, it is beyond the reach of human beings and ants.

Wang Han only felt that he was delirious, and there were bursts of furtive voices in his ears, no, this was the confusion and madness that he was too clear about the message that those whispering voices wanted to convey, but he couldn't bear it.

If there is really a god in this world who can save the world, please show mercy and let people stay away from this damn torture and suffering... Wang Han kept praying to the emptiness in his heart.

At a certain moment, Wang Han, who was suffering from evil whispers, suddenly heard Li Yuning's clear and bright voice.

"Zhao Qian, please tell me everything you know." Li Yuning said to the "someone" whose back was turned.

Is the dead Zhao Qian behind her?Wang Han's cold and rigid heartbeat suddenly began to surge, and another kind of surprise and fear occupied his mind.

But Wang Han, whose brain was getting more and more confused, didn't look back curiously. He didn't have much thinking ability, and most of it was based on the instinct of survival, so he didn't dare to look back.

But then the voice from behind made Wang Han give up his curiosity, and a woman's hoarse voice came from the supposedly lifeless lake.

"The blood moon rises, and the bloody queen will be resurrected in the delicate mud. The loyalty across time and space will be immortal and eternal with the queen's existence. It will bring about the end of the world, the sun will not rise again, the moon will be cloudy, the night will be extremely cloudy, the yin will be full of yang and there will be no yang, the night will overwhelm the light, break the balance of the world, and the universe will usher in unity..." Zhao Qian's voice said Downturn, the words are so fanatical.

Li Yuning continued to question unhurriedly, letting Zhao Qian continue the topic,

"Miss Hong is the queen's emissary, the spokesperson of my king when he was asleep, and the commander of the Bloody Knights Templar. She will lead the queen's loyal servants to expand the territory, welcome the recovery of my king, and kill the thorns on the way... ..."

"How did she take you to do it?"

"She will guide the way we are going, the dazzling ones will trample on the soles of their feet, and they will die badly..."

"How to guide?"

"Miss Hong will repeat the idea at the party and convey the king's will to us."

"When and where is the next meeting time?"

"exist……"

Under Li Yuning's careful guidance, the answer was gradually revealed, and Li Yuning successfully learned the key from the mouth of the dead Zhao Qian.

Wang Han's brain was very confused. Although he heard the voice of Li Yuning communicating with the people behind him, he didn't actually listen to many words. The knowledge that was crammed into his mind like whispers was about to destroy his spiritual will.

At this time, Wang Han suddenly remembered that he had a copper coin mask to evade and disperse evil spirits. Since he could get rid of the Cruel Son, why couldn't he help him break those crazy whispers.

Trembling, he took out the copper coin mask from his arms, and the moment he held the copper coin in his hand, his spirit was shaken, his thoughts became much clearer and smoother, and his stiff mobility was restored to a certain extent. He quickly put the copper coin mask on his face On the mask, the cold copper coins slowly became hot, and the scorched and choking smell continued to emerge from the mask's copper coins.

The mind squeezed by knowledge has been calmed down, but the pain in the brain is like the heart, and it hurts sharply and then feels nothing, as if the heart is beating in the brain.

Wang Han covered his head and looked back slowly, and saw Wei Jiangzheng, whose face was covered with oil paint, was holding one end of the shackles with one hand, pulling the hot red chains, and locking the body of an unrecognizable woman with a disorganized figure. The other end wraps around the other side.

Although he had never seen Zhao Qian before, he felt that the tortured figure in front of him was the other party. Her lower body emerged from the colorful lake like a cloud of smoke, as if the other party had already been in the lake before they called her. He was subjected to all kinds of torture, and the duration of the torture was unknown.

"It's ready, Uncle Wei." Li Yuning was a little surprised to see Wang Han wearing a copper coin mask, but she didn't care too much, and turned to Wei Jiang who was beside her.

Wei Jiang nodded slightly, and then pulled the chain hard. The shackles surrounding Zhao Qian's body were like sharp knives and easily cut off Zhao Qian's body, only to hear Zhao Qian let out a strong scream.

However, it was said to be a scream, but it was not all. Wang Han heard the ecstasy in Zhao Qian's cry, which was the excitement of the hell devil escaping from the darkness.

However, in the next second, Zhao Qian's joy was gone. The water in the lake surged and boiled. Countless swelling bubbles bulged on the surface of the lake. The colorful colors became more distorted and distorted. Among them, more ferocious and deformed ghosts and resentful spirits scrambled out of the water, forming sinister and twisted tentacles, and grabbed Zhao Qian's upper body that had escaped from the lake.

The head, neck, shoulders, arms, and several subdivided parts of the torso were grabbed, crushed, torn, bitten, and torn apart by indescribable evil spirits. The wraiths fell back into the water with a plop.

The water surface was beating, the waves were bursting, and the colorful water droplets splashed everywhere, and each drop strongly impacted every visual nerve of Wang Han.

Wang Han was shocked by the crazy scene just now, trembling with fear, those resentful spirits, evil spirits, and dead souls can't see the beauty, they will let those companions who want to escape return to the "embrace" of the lake, and continue to enjoy endless enjoyment with them torment.

Looking at the waves on the lake, Wang Han could faintly see the broken colors twisting and intertwining, slowly turning into the silhouette of Zhao Qian. She floated in the lake, frying and cooking, falling apart and coming together again, every breath exhaled by drowning The bubbles contained her desperate screams.

It is impossible to describe the horror of it, but what scares him even more is that the lake has never revealed its true face, what kind of indescribable existence is the water that has absorbed thousands of resentful souls and absorbed the mysterious brilliance?
"It's time to go." Li Yuning patted Wang Han's back hard, waking up Wang Han who was stupid in place, and Wang Han came back to his senses in a daze, and followed Li Yuning upside down, feeling the world They are all uneven, more ups and downs than the waves of the sea.

Was he walking on the ground, or was he drowning in the lake like those pathetic damned evil souls?