The Witch's Taste

Chapter 120
In the dying state, time seems to have lost its concept.

Chen Ziang didn't know whether he had walked for an hour or five or six hours, because the surroundings were always surrounded by a white desert with hard-to-remember terrain, and there was no sun to distinguish the direction and time.

Taking out the phone, the screen shows that only 17 minutes have passed, but the time passed by the body feels at least five or six times faster than it.

The spiritual pressure gauge jumps back and forth between 240-260, which shows that there must be great danger in this world.

Fortunately, the two of them followed the dying breath and did not encounter any living creatures for the time being—except for the "rotten spiritual residue" that gnawed at the bones at the beginning.

"Wait, senior." Tsukimiya Suzuna said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Chen Ziang asked quickly.

"There is a situation ahead... Be careful not to look!"

How smooth the journey was before, how suddenly this danger came.

Just when Yuegong Suzuna said "there is a situation ahead", Chen Ziang saw "a lump" climbing up the sand dune.

The reason why it is called "a lump" is because the opponent's shape is indeed a lump of unknown objects.

If I have to describe it, it is a strange combination of a large number of strange, heart-like lumps of meat, with an arm with sharp claws protruding from the center, as if growing out of dung Stem flowers.

The moment he saw it, Chen Ziang couldn't control himself.

At first, it was a great fear that came to my heart, like a panicked little animal that realized that it was about to die.

Soon, however, more strange, mysterious and obscure knowledge comes to mind.

He realizes that death, though the end of life, is spiritual liberation.

His vision broke away from the shackles of his body and cognition, and he saw a huge...whale through countless esoteric dimensions.

Yes, the whale, that is the source of all spirituality.

There are countless small fish swimming and singing around the whale, and each small fish is a spiritual consciousness, like a firefly in the night.

Because the small fish could not keep up with the speed of the whale, they were left behind and died alone, their spirituality was degraded, they fell into the world, and became one after another bottom life, newborn human fetuses, other animals, plants, or other things Stuff...they suffer in the world.

Chen Ziang, who realized that he was actually a small fish, finally got rid of the fear of death completely.

He longed to be back with the whale again, to sing...sing...

But this longing was soon interrupted by a stronger external force.

His body was violently thrown on the sand, and a large number of shadows wrapped him tightly, as if something had slipped in along the ear canal, and was constantly stirring vigorously in his mind.

Whenever the idea of ​​turning back into a small fish and singing again came into his mind, the idea would be shattered in the next second, so that the thinking in his whole brain was fragmented, and it was impossible to form a complete logic.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Ziang finally managed to get rid of the mental pollution, but his expression was still a little dull.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, as if he had lost the ability to organize language, he could only subconsciously call out:
"Suzuna? Suzuna?"

Afterwards, the sense of touch of the body gradually became clear—as if someone was hugging him tightly.

The warm and soft embrace activated a certain primitive instinct in human genes, soothing his almost broken nerves.

The vaguely choked, crying voice disappeared, and soon turned into a pleasantly relieved voice:
"Senior, are you awake?!"

"En." Chen Ziang said weakly.

Yuegong Suzuna hurriedly gave him rational lozenges and water.

The coolness of the rational lozenge melted under the tongue, and the water flow relieved the thirst in the throat. Chen Ziang finally regained some strength, and asked with difficulty:

"Then... what the hell is that?"

"That's the incarnation of a certain god." Yue Gong Suzuna said with lingering fear, "Because you looked directly at his incarnation, your spirit was directly polluted, and you almost couldn't come back."

"Actually, in the Dying Realm, the probability of a god's incarnation appearing is very, very low... this time it's our bad luck."

"Okay." Chen Ziang also knew that it was not suitable for him to ask too many questions, so he just closed his eyes again, and continued to try to stabilize his mind and regain his sanity.

After resting on the spot for a while, he felt that his condition had improved, so he tried to stand up again: "Let's go."

"Senior, won't you take a rest?" Tsukimiya Suzuna asked worriedly.

"Wait until you find the target and then rest." Chen Zi'ang tried his best to use [Dying Breath] again, but his body almost lost his balance. Luckily, Ling Nai was beside him and supported him in time.

It took significantly longer to search for victims this time than last time.

Fortunately, they managed to locate the target in the end. The two continued to move forward cautiously, and finally found each other's location after about an hour.

This is a valley in the desert, [Dying Exhale] no longer moves forward, but turns around in place.

Chen Ziang took out the mandala magic sword and tried to dig the sand on the spot, but was immediately overtaken by Yuegong Suzuna.

Not long after, the Shadow Warrior unearthed something... It turned out to be a skeleton with a large number of tiny white beetles attached to its surface.

"Let me do it." Tsukimiya Suzuna stretched out her finger, and the shadow quickly enveloped the skeleton, and then receded again—all the corrupt spirituality attached to it was gone.

"What's next?"

"Then, we can use the power of [Dream Walk] to try to enter the remaining incomplete spirituality of the deceased, and see if we can find her memories before she died." Chen Ziang said slowly.

He took Suzuna Tsukimiya's hand and quickly activated the [Dream Walk] power.

Suddenly, the two reappeared in the hotel room.

Of course, it is not the murder scene in reality, but the picture in the preconscious of the deceased.

The surrounding furnishings were dilapidated, and it was obvious that the deceased was not satisfied with the quality of the hotel's rooms.But it is worth noting that there is a large pile of banknotes in the corner of the wall, which are densely piled up like a hill.

Perhaps it means "great wealth to be acquired"?
Chen Ziang continued to manipulate power, and soon the picture changed.

Severe signs of water seepage began to appear on the surrounding walls, ceiling, and carpet, and there were also gloomy and mysterious figures looming outside the window. It was obvious that the fear before dying was occupying the current consciousness space.

On the bed next to her, a woman's intermittent voice of defense sounded:

"...We really don't know, he is your son..."

"...No matter who he is, you shouldn't do this! Why don't you check first according to the rules?!"

"...In the past, even if we took a lot of effort to verify, there are nine out of ten that are true. We didn't expect that this time, someone would make a joke about our innocence...and we asked in advance Seeing Tsuru, she said that the victim should not be blamed, after all, we are both weak, we must first trust each other unconditionally..."

"... Being a weak person is not a reason for you to take advantage of the sympathy you have gained to commit violence against innocent people!"

"...There is nothing we can do... If we admit that he is innocent, this matter will become our fault! Even, how many people we helped in the past were real victims, and how many were actually false accusations? These , These will be questioned again by the outside world!"

"...you, so you...actually already knew that my son is innocent..."

"...in the principal's office, we saw her hiding behind to make a video, and we realized she might not be a victim...but the school leaders were there at the time, it was not going to end, we just had to bite the bullet and carry on ...Your son, although he was wronged, as long as he admits it and apologizes publicly, the matter will be resolved... He is obviously a big man, and we didn't expect him to be overwhelmed..."

In an instant, the room became strangely quiet.

(End of this chapter)