I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 412 Itchy, Painful, and Pleasant
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Mary immediately denied this conjecture in her heart, 'He is not using his original body now, but possessing his son Sebastian's body... Even if he has successfully awakened the fifth mark, he cannot have the ability to induce controllable deformation of other people's flesh and blood.'

"So the key to the problem... is actually the Sebastian he possessed?"

'Could that Sebastian be...' Mary Morstan probably already had the answer in her mind.

After getting rid of the torment of the slow-breathing curse, her mind has completely regained consciousness. Although the current series of inner mumblings seem to be numerous, in fact, only half a second has passed in the real world.

Watson in the real world had just dealt with the resurrected half-lion, half-human guard and turned back to walk towards the female dancer, his seven-toed foot just raised but not yet lowered.

"Miss Mary your moth phase?"

Watson crushed a piece of bone under his feet that had not yet been completely shattered. When the bone was completely shattered into powder that could never be restored, the squirming gravel nearby stopped moving.

"Please allow me to tell you the story in the order in which it unfolded... Miss Mary, your loss of control over Qi Xiang became increasingly serious after we entered the Shadowless Tomb." His voice was as harsh as two blunt knives sharpening against each other.

"Your arm split apart from your middle finger, transforming into white bone scissors wrapped with snakes of flesh and blood. You began to attack in all directions without distinguishing between friend and foe... And in this barren desert, your only target was obviously me."

"Your body surface even had mysterious scars blooming one after another, and there were faintly thin snakes made of flesh and blood sticking out from the scars... From my perspective, Miss Mary had clearly begun the process of transformation!"

"Is it a deformation of Qi?" Mary Morstan looked at her body after hearing this. Tightly closed scars were scattered across her dark red skin. "No wonder I have so many scars... It turns out that they are not caused by fierce battles, but by the opening of my own self..."

"In order to save you from the process of Qi's distortion, I had to use extreme measures. First, I pulled out the blood and flesh snake in your body, and then I forced the moth in your brain to communicate with it. I combined the power of the two moths to help you forget the distorted memory."

"This process is very difficult and not easy..." Watson looked at his deformed body, "I must abandon my flesh in exchange for the moth's power of abandonment... The hair, skin, and even part of my hearing, vision, and taste were all abandoned in the process, and there is no way to recover them forever... But perhaps because this body is born with the characteristics of the moth and the cup, it further stimulates a certain power hidden deep in my blood."

"I... eventually became like this, with an endless buzzing in my head..."

He tilted his head and looked around at the sky, as if he could see some non-existent things flying in the air. He even made a gesture as if he was listening with his ears tilted, as if he could really hear some sound - even though there were no ears on the sides of his smooth head.

"And Miss Mary, the moth in your skull, while shouting words of liberation and freedom, resolutely crashed into the twisted Gate of Enlightenment, and forcibly knocked the terrifying giant snake of Enlightenment inside the gate back! The twisted Gate of Enlightenment seemed to be closed because of this... Your Enlightenment distortion process finally stopped... But the moth in your skull also disappeared in the Gate of Enlightenment."

"I'm sure Miss Mary, you can also feel that you are no longer able to use any power of enlightenment... This may be related to the fact that the Gate of Enlightenment has been closed."

Mary Mostan nodded slightly in silence. Although the skin on her face had faded away, leaving only the dark red texture exposed, it was not difficult to see that her brows were furrowed at the moment.

Watson stepped closer, "Miss Mary, you know that distortion is irreversible!"

"Although we have managed to temporarily halt your transformation process... you are still at risk of losing control of your transformation!"

"We don't have much time, so please finish the dance as soon as possible!"

"The sooner we finish, the sooner we can return to London... I hope Ms. Sulochana will find a way to cure your deformity." After hearing all this, Mary Mostan's ferocious face relaxed, making it difficult to infer her true thoughts through the movement of her facial muscles.

"I understand!"

She smiled slightly, but because her skin had faded, the corners of her mouth almost went below her earlobes.

"Fortunately, I have the company of Mr. Watson on this trip. If I were alone on this trip... maybe I would have been lost in the tide of alien hunger. Thank you very much!"

"Of course! Since we have signed the contract, I will naturally do my best to help you, Miss Mary, complete the dance of destiny... Now that the guy who is in the way has been dealt with, shall we continue with what we didn't finish just now?"

"Yes, please go on, Mr. Watson."

Mary Morstan sat cross-legged on the wet and warm gravel, unbuttoning her only piece of clothing - the tattered leather cape that barely covered her body, completely exposing her dark red body covered with scars.

Watson walked forward, placed his left palm above the female dancer's head, and gently swung his right claw. The aroma of wine splashed between the black blade light.

The bright red wine mixed with a little pink poured out from the cup and poured all over Mary Mostan's head.

The air was suddenly filled with the intoxicating aroma of fine wine from deep cellars, which had the fresh fragrance of fruit wood, the freshness of meat, and a foreign taste that was so sweet that it would drive people crazy.

Mary Mostan raised her head and drank deeply. The intoxicating, fragrant and sweet taste danced happily on the tip of her tongue and lingered on her skin.

The sweet and refreshing wine in the cup flows along the gaps between the muscle fibers into the deep of the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood greedily absorbs the sweetness like fruit honey.

It’s itchy, so itchy… extremely itchy!
The rich and spicy taste penetrates the stomach and intestines and seeps into the internal organs. The decaying organs begin to beat again, and the dim vitality blooms again.

It hurts, it hurts so much…it hurts and it feels so good at the same time!
An unbearable itching sensation grew from every inch of flesh and blood, causing the long-dry muddy and dry land to become moist, and clear springs in the long-dead forest to gurgle.

A foreign, tingling sensation shuttled back and forth between the mind and the body, in and out over and over again, but this pain would release a cup of pleasure every time it entered, causing the female dancer to tremble.

The well-drinking muscles gradually filled up, releasing a milky white liquid from the gaps between the texture, coating every inch of the corner. However, when the dry desert wind blew, the liquid between the textures solidified immediately, as if sealed with a layer of white wax shell.

With a snap, the white shell shattered, and the dark red blood scab and milky white wax shell fell off.

Mary Morstan's face had regained its charming radiance, her skin was as white and smooth as fine porcelain, and was filled with a gorgeous and dazzling glow.

She looked up at the red sun in the distance that would never set. The blood-red afterglow reflected on her face, making her complexion look unusually rosy.

"Let's go, let's complete the dance of destiny."

(End of this chapter)