I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 320 Renewed
  "Hey~ I didn't expect you, Mr. Watson, to have such a hobby. You are so perverted!"

"But I like it~hehe."

Emma, ​​who has been reborn, seems to have been exposed to a lot of knowledge in the city that she should not be exposed to recently, so that her bad character has become more and more weird, and her speech has begun to be a little incoherent, but maybe this is the nature of the moth phaser. , their thoughts are always extraordinarily jumpy and unpredictable.

Emma originally wanted to say a few more witty words she had recently learned to liven up the atmosphere... Hey, why are you so serious? Just smile!

However, when she saw the young man's face gradually darkening, and the round pupil as big as a fist on his forehead flashed a cruel and violent cold light, she immediately restrained her wild thoughts and devoted all her attention to the matter in front of her. New life ceremony.

She placed the amber cocoon with only an empty shell in the palm of her left hand, and clasped her fingers together like a fist. A little bit of the brilliant golden liquid slowly leaked out from between her fingers, dripping down to the long-awaited place. In the palm of the right hand.

This viscous slurry, as thick as molten gold, may be the remaining nutrient juice in the golden fruit, but because it has been turned into a cocoon that hatched a crazy bug, the slurry is mixed with debris and debris thrown away by the crazy bug. The hairs were stained with some kind of indescribable crazy moth-like magic power.

Even if it is condensed in the girl's palm, it seems to be vibrating slightly. It does not look like a liquid at all, but like countless extremely tiny insects squirming actively.

Emma felt Watson's power so intuitively for the first time. Just holding this small amount of serum, the skin on her palm seemed to be peeling off uncontrollably, and a panicked wailing seemed to sound in her mind. His skin and flesh screamed the poetry of betrayal and escape.

This strange influence continued to spread, and soon her right arm seemed to be no longer her own. She could not feel any sensation at all. It was as stiff as a dead tree, and as dead as the remains of an insect.

Emma swallowed deeply and tried her best to maintain her composure. She gently dipped her white left index finger into this pool of crazy liquid and began to smear it on the tender body skin on the emerald bed.

The slender white index finger is like a bone-white paintbrush, covered with dense golden paint and wandering back and forth on the smooth canvas as pale as ice and snow, drawing one winding curve after another, like mysterious and obscure runes, and It looks like a twisted and curled vine.

Just looking at it makes people feel dizzy and dazzled, and it is even more difficult to control the anxiety in their hearts.

The sparkling golden paint outlines a wildist portrait, which is a twisted, tangled, crazy and melancholy, disgusting, decaying golden tree.

The crown of the tree is withered, leafless and fruitless, and its branches are as strange and rugged as the arms of a desperate man. It is neither asymmetrical nor beautiful, but simply exudes indescribable depression.

It seems as if the painter has experienced countless sufferings and sorrows, and poured all of these pains and struggles that would drown any mortal into this ugly yet deeply touching dark painting.

Emma is obviously extremely qualified as a painter. She is waving her fingers that are gradually becoming haggard like dead branches while chanting the pleasant sacrament... The sweet fragrance has penetrated into every inch of flesh and blood of the pale painter along with the traces of painting. , such a sweet taste can definitely induce hunger and thirst in some dead things.

Nellobacchus banged the instrument in his hand wildly, like a hammer-bone rod colliding violently with a membrane drum. The burst of trembling sound filled the whole room like some vague smell, lingering... Such a huge vibration drum Ring, obviously can wake up many sleeping things in the world, but the target he wakes up is obviously not the girl who is struggling in pain in her sleep.

The boy with the deformed face also murmured words that sounded like the rustling of branches and leaves, and the power contained in his words was enough to order a mortal to tremblingly pick up a knife to shave or castrate oneself... until any trouble or pain is caused. All useless limbs and organs were thrown away.

The sweet taste of the cup, the awakening of the heart, the maddening whisper of the moth.

Three mottled and colorful forces intertwined and mixed together, as the ritual leader girl rubbed and sprinkled the amber cocoon fragments, forming some kind of mixed yet pure inexplicable power.

Such chaotic power is like the dirtiest and most fertile soil, enough to give birth to new life.

Then these amber fragments containing inexplicable new power slowly sank into the emerald bed below the girl who was troubled by nightmares but could not wake up...

These withered emerald trees, like dead emerald trees, absorbed the richness and sweetness that contained prosperity and vitality. They immediately woke up from their eternal slumber. Countless downy dark green roots grew wildly from the depths of the wood, turning the icy body The bone-chilling sacrifices were wrapped around each other, like a thin and flexible silk net tightly wrapping the prey.

However, when these countless slender tentacles like ox hair slowly penetrated into the pores of the sacrifice, and finally tasted the unusually familiar taste of flesh and blood, the dead wooden bed began to tremble slightly, with some vague feeling. The sound of sobs and tears echoed in the room filled with mottled effects of three colors.

The jade tree that was supposed to be dead seemed to be crying and choking.

Four slaves with fragrant flowers on their heads walked out silently from the shadows. They were all holding healthy adult men with black sacks on their heads - these fragile mortals had long been marinated by various influences, and their flesh and blood were full of strange activity. The unusually exciting life force and the high-frequency beating sound of the heart were heard through the chest, like human-shaped leather drums on all sides.

Puff, puff, puff, puff - the four ice-cold sharp blades easily pierced the flesh and blood - only in this way can the flesh and blood be kept fresh.

One after another, fresh scarlet coconuts were thrown to the bottom of the emerald bed. The emerald wooden bed, which was trying its best to restrain the thought of devouring due to its remaining consciousness, immediately shot out hungry tentacles until it sucked clean the snack that had temporarily alleviated hunger.

After finally ingesting the flesh and blood nutrients, Yin tried his best to promote his own growth, but the residual consciousness engraved between the annual rings of the wood seemed to have given up on this rare opportunity for rebirth, and instead transformed all the flesh and blood nutrients he had just obtained into Pure and almost harmless new power was poured into the body of the cold sacrifice.

The turbid golden traces on the pale girl's skin also began to shine faintly again. With the help of layers of fine wire mesh, these overly surging and fierce forces were finally able to quietly penetrate into the girl's pores and soak into the girl's soul. , like sweet and sticky honey gradually seeping and spreading, dripping from the extremely cold iceberg with a history of hundreds of years.

Six unfortunate souls have already been frozen inside the pale iceberg. Their misfortune lies in their origins, their bloodline, and the sins committed by their ancestors.

When these six souls witnessed the rain of honey gradually dripping from the dark sky, they immediately showed a strange expression of joy. This joy became even more intense when they saw the top of the iceberg gradually melting due to the rain of honey. It reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

However, the next moment they all looked at the girl shivering on the coastal beach as the iceberg gradually approached, and the joy of finally finding peace in their hearts began to dissipate in an instant.

If the curse was dissolved now, wouldn't it mean that the seventh person would just be spared? !
  Why? ! Why? ! ! ! Why do we have to endure the pain of freezing for hundreds of years, but this girl can escape such punishment? ! !
  Why can she be freed, and why should we fall victim to the sins of our ancestors? ! !
  We are not willing to accept it, we are not convinced! ! !

The six ugly souls roared angrily. They should have been struggling hard to force the iceberg to break and melt faster, but at this moment, they all remained motionless in tacit agreement. They were even chanting curse words in unison, intending to further strengthen the cursed iceberg. The volume and quality can resist the rain of honey that comes earlier!

Anna Morgan was huddled in the thick snow, bent like a shrimp, with her knees pressed against her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees.

This terrible nightmare has haunted her for seven years and two thousand nights!

At first, Anna's dream was still a warm and harmonious beach.

There are white clouds floating in the blue sky. That one looks like the little white rabbit that my father brought back yesterday, and that one looks like the little flower that my father picked back the day before yesterday.

The sand on the beach is fine and soft, golden in color, and sparkles in the sunlight.

The sea water is also very clear and clean. It is slightly warm in the palm of your hand and salty and sweet when you put it in your mouth. It is like the hot milk that Dad brings before going to bed... But Dad said that the sea water tastes very spicy and bitter. It’s salty, hum! I don’t care, anyway, the sea water in my dream is fragrant and sweet!
  But since her seventh birthday, the clear sky in Anna's dream has begun to become frighteningly gloomy, the clear ocean has become frighteningly dark, and even the warm and dry beaches have been covered with cold snow dust... This The culprit of all is the pale iceberg that gradually floats from the sea level!
  So cold, so scared, why is this terrible iceberg floating towards me? Anna is obviously very good and obedient. Why does God punish Anna like this?
  Anna, who was almost completely submerged in the cold snow dust, could only reveal half of her head. She still doesn't understand why such a bad luck has befallen her...

Woo hoo hoo, Anna also wants to run freely like other children, Anna also wants to laugh happily like other children, Anna also wants dad to be by my side all the time, without having to work so hard for Anna Hard……

Desperate Anna hid in the snowdrift and couldn't help crying. However, as soon as the teardrops appeared in her eyes, they had already condensed into ice, stinging her eyes. But even such stinging could not wake her up from this nightmare. .

Poor Anna could only reach out tremblingly to wipe away the ice beads in her eyelids, but when she raised her arms, she felt unprecedentedly relaxed, as if the smelly and cold ice and snow had melted, as if there was a faint sunshine. When the light shines on me... why do I feel warm?

The girl struggled to open her drooped eyelids, and the ice beads in her eyes had melted into normal tears at some point, sliding down her face.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw that the dark and gloomy sky had opened a huge hole - a bright beam of light like the flaming sword of Archangel Jophiel pierced the dark sky.

The warm and harmonious glow once again fell into this dream beach, and the gray snow dust quickly melted into clean and pure springs, flowing into the thick ink-black ocean, purifying all the dirty colors in the sea into the original clarity. The sweet smell like milk crawled into Anna's lungs again.

The huge iceberg was shattered by the rain of honey, and the six dark souls fell unwillingly to the sea, sinking straight into the coldest and darkest abyss of the sea... Their radiance seemed to be swallowed up by the abyss, transforming into the girl they resented. of nutrients.

Anna stood up slowly, embracing the beam of light that came directly in front of her, embracing the holy figure that came with the light, her delicate face pressed against that strong chest, and tears of joy spewed out from her pale eyes.

The girl who finally regained her life looked at the familiar face with a sense of security in front of her and cried with joy:
  "Dad Watson, you finally came to pick me up."

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After tossing and turning all night, John Watson finally fell asleep at dawn, but even in his dream, the teachings of his good friend Watson were still echoing in his mind.

"Be confident, like a real man, not a hesitant loser!"

"Charlotte Holmes is far more realistic and rational than you think. It is absolutely impossible for this woman to fall in love with a loser dog that can only whine. You must show your muscles and let her know that you are not useless. Waste...the muscle I said is an adjective, I don't really ask you to take off your clothes, you have to show your strength and confidence, do you understand?!"

"You have to put yourself on an equal footing with her, neither despise nor look down on her, just treat her with a normal heart and treat her as an ordinary passerby."

"Especially for some of her ideas, you must express firm objections at the right time, but you must give a well-founded rebuttal and better ideas... Regarding the topics that Holmes may raise tomorrow, I I have already told you the correct answers and counterarguments, you just need to remember them well."

"As long as you follow my method, I guarantee that Holmes will look at you with admiration. At least she will no longer regard you as a pitiful and pathetic madman. Presumably in her eyes, you will become confident and full of true feelings as if you have been reborn. The charm of men.”

"But, but!"

"And the most important thing - you must restrain your extremely vulgar eyes! Suppress your impetuous thoughts! Don't show your pig-headed face in front of Holmes!!!"

“If you want to climb to the top of the snow-capped mountains, you must endure the cold and thirst along the way, and you must withstand the devastation of wind, frost, rain and snow!”

"You must give up immediate mild gratification in order to reap more valuable and fruitful results... This is the delayed gratification you need to learn first, and it is also a good quality that you have not learned since you were a child."

"What?! You said you couldn't stand seeing Holmes-"

"Well, forget it, I guess you can't accomplish such a difficult thing now... Then you should stay away from Jack first. I think that will help you calm down for the time being."

Recalling the warning of his good friend Watson, the confused John Watson cast his eyes on the toilet in the corner.

　Stay away from Jack, JACK-OFF, slang for hand jobs too
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)