Abyss Express

Chapter 689 Interlude I Want To Live·I want to live

Foreword:

Pain can arouse deep sympathy, fear of hurting others, and high respect for those who can endure pain.

——Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy

[Part①·The poor bird touches the cage]

"I heard about your deeds. It was a fairy tale full of dreamy colors."

Gathered from a cloud of sand and dust was Corkin Romani's evil spirit body——

——Like dust gathered into sand to form a tower, the demonic wind gathered into a whirlpool and slowly built up a vague human shape.

The handsome young man in fine clothes just appeared out of thin air, standing by the door of the living room, leaning against the cupboard and scanning every inch of Flavia's body with frivolous eyes.

"Is it painful? Why not just give up?"

"Flavia Sissy Marcus."

"You are not as decisive and strong-willed as the legend says."

The "Legend of the Night Devil" about the gunsmith has long been compiled into several versions of the story by poets in the underground world. The black snake and the white snake have also become totems of the new era——

——They are monsters who help the gunsmith gain soul power, snake sisters with extraordinary creations.

[Timeline] can help people turn misfortunes into good fortune. The white snake is still worshiped in some remote and backward mountainous areas and sent to the altar as a mascot.

[The Twilight Zone] is about to die if you touch it. The World Health Organization later issued Shang Scepter badges to the two sisters, and David Victor wrote this fairy tale-like story for her. When the two are combined - Flavia becomes Found a new way of life.

Corkin Romani always felt an extremely perverted sense of euphoria in his heart when faced with a panicked woman.

This kind of pleasure is not caused by lust. Even when he was not an evil spirit and still had a human form, he was still a lover - he would never give up his beloved Ingram because of women.

This euphoria comes from "compassion" -

"——What a beautiful expression! Miss Flavia!" Corkin could feel the fear in the prey's heart, as well as the strong sense of shame, and the pain was written on her face! really not bad!

Once upon a time, Corkin was also like this. He could only watch his lover slip into the abyss of curse.

It is said that the brave draw their swords against the strong, and the timid draw their swords against the weaker. This is the iron law of Shambhala where the weak eat the strong, and it is the tragedy of the times brought about by [carnism]. This kind of strong inertial thinking still dominates Mr. Colkin's brain, even though he has become a spirit body and Frate's slave.

His heart was torn apart, numb and cold-blooded from one lie after another.

I want to turn all the pain I have suffered over a long period of time into [Scrub Scrub·shua! Uh-huh! ]'s thrilling note turns into a sharp steel brush, letting others have a taste of it.

When he went around seeking medical advice, he could only watch his lover lying naked on the hospital bed, being manipulated by all kinds of weird and unknown doctors.

He couldn't do anything, his powerlessness and shame were like fat worms, almost eating up all his energy.

The moment he completed the deal with the big devil Fret, he had to say goodbye to Ingram. His lover finally woke up, and he could only hide in the shadows, hiding the ugly magic mark on his face, and he would not dare to see him again until he died. .

This steel brush just cut off Kolkin's skin and flesh bit by bit, hollowed out the fascia, and brushed the bones into pieces. In the end, there was nothing left.

From beginning to end, Corkin never thought of taking revenge on Frate, because it was written in the contract——

——You must not disobey your master's orders. Anyone who hurts his master will be punished thirteen times.

The more painful Flavia is, the happier Corkin becomes.

This is the instinct of evil spirits, a strong obsession of the deceased, just like the half-dead Jack Martin. They always have a weird pursuit of strong personality, as if this obsession has disappeared, and even the spirit body can hardly maintain it.

"You are the one who has been teasing me?!" Flavia almost cried.

Korkin responded casually: "Actually, there are two friends guarding the door, but Manager Mann didn't want to do it himself, so he sent me, a miserable person, to deal with you."

"Why!" Flavia said angrily: "Why! What did I do wrong? Why do you do this to me?"

"Little girl." Corkin was not in a hurry to take action, but was looking forward to it. He expected to see more grievances and more strong emotions, "There is no reason."

Fred wanted Flavia's life for no reason, no excuse.

In the eyes of the devil, there is no need for a reason to send his men to kill, maybe just for fun, just on a whim.

"I just want to live!" Flavia endured the pain and huddled next to the cupboard door, trying to protect her body. She didn't want to be swept around by that kind of gaze again, "I just want to live! I want to live. "

"Did I bother anyone? Did I not do a good enough job?"

"Go to Huacheng Bay to sell candy, oh! oh! I know!"

"Because there are smokers who come here to smoke candy, they stop smoking? So did the cigarette sellers send you to kill me?"

At this time, Flavia's mood became more agitated, and she remembered more things.

The pain of having her skin and bones ripped out over and over again distorted the fabricated story of "Hell's Highway", and her personality became more and more fragile.

If your memory is good enough, go back to the previous chapter, to the time when Duran and Flavia made sugar.

Queen Sissi once personally told the "Story on the Plane"——

——If Duran was careful enough, Flavia would have already remembered the existence of the "Black Snake" at this time. It's just that its presence isn't that obvious yet, and it's not that concerning. It seems that just by mentioning it casually, he can be taken over casually.

At this time, Flavia thought of the old things in Clear Water Bay again.

This is the story of a competition in drug production skills in the cruel selection process of drug gangs.

It was the shameful past when Laurence Madison found the two sisters, selected talents with outstanding chemical talents, and asked Flavia and Duran to be searched and interrogated naked.

She seemed to be back in the devil's cave, back in God's cold sight, back in front of the familiar synthetic workbench. No chemical reagents are allowed to be taken out of the studio, and no clothes are allowed to be worn. He uses his blood-donating body to fight against the toxic by-products produced in the laboratory environment, and he does not even have a simple gas mask.

"I want to live"

At this moment, Flavia seemed to have no strength to fight back.

Corkin Romani sneered: "Then let me see your tears! Little girl!"

"As long as you are willing to cry, cry it out!"

"I'm crying so hard, cry for me!"

"Perhaps I would consider sparing your life."

"Life, all mortal lives must one day end!"

"But you are different! You are so beautiful!"

In the courtyard of the Dionysus Church, another devil, Gloria Sebastian, was holding a portrait and spinning in the lush garden.

"You seem to care about this little girl very much." Ashue sat in the pavilion, quietly watching Master Feather go crazy.

The person depicted in the portrait in Gloria's arms is Flavia, and that is the collection she likes. Like the Weeping General, Flavia must enter her treasure house.

"This bitch has a fierceness that refuses to accept her fate!"

Gloria loved and hated her, praised and scolded her.

"They are all blood-breeding freaks. Dulan will turn his back in the face of battle and become timid. He will think of how to please me in the face of life and death difficulties!"

"Flavia, this innocent fool, only has appetite and love in her mind, and the fear of death."

"She is like a brilliant flower! She has a fatal attraction for me!"

"Deal the cards, roll the dice, let's play again!"

[Part ②·Become a butterfly from cocoon]

"I'm sorry, but I obey!"

At this moment, Flavia completely let go of her shame.

She no longer concealed anything, no longer covered up, and faced the enemy with a posture that would never pass the review if she wrote it in detail.

Tears were already on the verge of pouring out of the corners of my eyes, but there was no room for negotiation or the thought of being weak and begging for mercy.

Korkin Romani was in a daze for a moment. When facing this "little girl"——

——For some reason, his evil spirit heart began to tremble.

"I won't cry." Flavia said: "General Cry said, don't believe the enemy's lies."

Following the nameless survival rules, she will continue to implement this survival process.

"No matter what nonsense the enemy tells me or what conditions they negotiate, they want me to cut my flesh, bleed it, and kneel down to beg for mercy."

"I won't believe a word of these rhetoric."

"Only bravery can defeat evil!"

"Your reiatsu is bitter and astringent. When it is entangled with my physical body, the pain it brings is still affecting my mental state."

"Son of a bitch"

"What kind of torture have you suffered? To have this bitter pressure of inspiration."

Flavia gradually straightened up, walked straight to the bed, and pulled the blanket over herself.

"Let me taste it again."

At this moment, Mr. Corkin was stunned on the spot, his face full of disbelief.

Blood, blood everywhere.

Ever since this silly girl put on the blanket, all her skin has been affected by [Scrub Scrub·shua! Uh-huh! ] gnawed, and the white silk satin was dyed blood red!

Flavia was in so much pain that it was hard to breathe——

——Her self-mutilation caused the spirit body to awaken again. This is also a power exclusive to blood-granting monsters. It is a method used to reconcile the balance of the holy blood before the outbreak of lycanthropy.

As long as the greed in the stomach becomes weak along with the physical body, the violent feathered serpent's holy blood will calm down and gain more fighting time.

The pain can reawaken her adrenaline, giving her a new aura and the ability to summon spirits to fight.

"The steel brush pierces into the flesh."

Flavia's face turned pale and her hands were free, but the silk did not fall naturally.

It sticks tightly to the skin, and as long as you don't fiddle with it or tear it, there will be no new damage.

"It seems that its activation conditions are quite harsh."

"It's like an ice cube. Holding it for a few seconds will cause frostbite, but if you keep holding it, the ice cube will melt."

"Where's the name?"

Flavia asked in a low voice.

"Where's your name? Bastard"

Mr. Colkin folded his arms and gradually returned to a defensive posture——

"——Nice to meet you. I am an evil spirit under the command of the great devil Fret. My real name is Corkin Romani."

"You don't quite understand the power of the blood-granted body." Flavia clenched her fists and took a stance: "You want to use a helpless spirit body to cause trouble for a monster like me?"

The black monster in the mirror seems to have disappeared——

——For Flavia, these pains made her gradually find herself again and gradually accept the black snake's way of survival.

There are many stages in a person's life, and many people may tell stories about how they grow old at the age of three.

But who can tell me clearly what my mental state was when I was three years old?

Corkin still talked about the scene: "When Mr. Frater talked about you, he described you as a helpless little girl."

Before she finished speaking, Flavia used brute force to tear down a corner of the bed, lifted the sharp wooden bed corner and threw it out!

This sudden throw hit Kolkin's head and the evil spirit's body made of sand and stone suddenly fell apart like an explosive hedgehog, making it difficult to maintain its spiritual form!

The blood-giving monster's strength is at least twice that of ordinary Homo sapiens, and its finger strength can reach up to six times.

This cardiovascular and circulatory system, which is different from that of carbon-based creatures, provides the blood-giving monster with strong physical strength.

According to the basic exorcism methods taught in the Introduction to Psionics course, this powerful force alone plus a little enchantment can crush weak and helpless spirits. Monsters with strange powers are not just wandering souls. Ghosts can touch porcelain.

It had been a long, long time since she had mobilized her muscles to fight. Flavia threw the wooden spearhead with all her strength, and her right arm was broken!

She is still observing the movements of Korkin’s spirit body——

"——Kolkin, you can only enchant one thing with soul power at a time."

"You took the initiative to show up in front of me because you wanted to confirm my specific location. You want to continue to use this trap to drain my blood and make me weaker."

"It is now clinging to my body, and the wound is still growing."

"I'm bleeding and the pain is getting worse."

"There is a platinum coin in the alchemy box. It was a private gift from Dame Gloria to me."

"I can't touch it, but this kind of ritual weapon is the natural enemy of evil spirits. Next time I throw it into your head, will it kill you with one blow?"

The wooden stick at the corner of the bed smashed through Kolkin's head. When he came back to his senses and gathered into his human form, he almost lost all his will to fight. He couldn't believe it, was this the same cowardly and humble Flavia just now?

"How much free time do I have left?" Flavia slowly moved toward the luggage, her eyes firmly fixed on Corkin's position, "One minute? Or dozens of seconds?"

"Mr. Victor likes to use this method to start knightly competitions. Before the blood dries out - we have to face extraordinary psychological pressure."

"It wakes me up and gets my blood boiling."

"Now it's your turn to make a choice. Give up this mattress on me, give up this piece of silk fabric. Use the power of your soul to find an escape route and make other plans to escape to your companions?"

"Or be faster than me! Use your ethereal and elusive evil spirit body to find the platinum coins in the suitcase before me!"

"Let's have a bet! Corkin!"

There was a strong wind in the house——

——Mr. Corkin Romani looked in the direction of the door, seeming timid.

He has been on the run for his entire life. He no longer fights against evil, but relies on it. He has long since resigned himself to his fate.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Ordinary physical attacks can't cause much damage to him, and the wooden spear that flew just now can only scratch his skin. If he continues to bleed Flavia, this little bitch will definitely not last long.

Just run away like this? Escape out the door?

No! wrong!

This woman must be bluffing.

She had just glanced at the window one more time. Did she want to escape to the terrace and the greenhouse, find other ways to survive, and ask for help from the crying general? ! is it possible? !

At that moment Corkin hesitated.

Flavia has already touched the suitcase and opened the button of the small alchemy suitcase!

Soon after, Corkin was no longer timid and turned into a demonic wind and attacked Flavia's arm!

As long as you get the platinum coins first, even if you knock this small box away! He won!

At this moment, the handsome young man thought he had a firm grasp on victory.

He turned into a human again and competed with Flavia for this crucial prop.

But

"No?! Not really?" Corkin exclaimed inwardly.

Among the sugar-coated wrappers flying everywhere, the whereabouts of the platinum coins could not be found.

Flavia is lying! Just to bring Corkin close enough! I want this evil spirit to help open the alchemy box!

The alchemy base materials were scattered on the floor. Flavia grabbed the handle of the suitcase that was torn in half, stuffed the gummy candy into her mouth, and then erupted with an astonishing surge of psychic energy——

——She felt that her body had strength again, and the food condiments and desserts in the small bottle turned into a steady stream of love and courage, locking the specific location of Corkin Romani at such a close distance!

"[Fairy Tale Queendom·Fairy Tale Kingdom]! Crush him!"

The amiable Quetzalcoatl god holds his head high and punches hard!

The colorful fists are like a brilliant meteor shower!

It hit Koljin's bones and flesh to pieces, and almost instantly, the black sand transformed into more than a dozen circular pits!

Flavia's eyes turned blood red again!

"Not enough! [Twilight Zone·Twilight Zone]!"

From the back of the incarnation of the snake-headed human body, a pair of jet-black wings suddenly expanded. Dirty balls of hair wrapped around Mrs. Quetzalcoatl's arms. Her fist, which was originally the size of a soup cup, suddenly turned into a casserole!

Korkin's body trembled, and he wanted to turn into sand and escape, but he was tightly entangled in the dark, dirty wool!

A total of fifty-five punches! The fierce and high-spirited drum beat finally stopped!

The dark smoke and dust in the air gradually dissipated——

——Flaviya finally dared to breathe loudly.

"Ha! Knight combat skills!"

The familiar ferocious smile disappeared in a flash, turning into two little tiger teeth as sweet as honey.

"It's so exciting!"