Blood of the Hunting God

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Xue Rong finally couldn't bear to be angry, shouted out the worst insulting words he could imagine, and then covered his mouth in a panic because of Abigail beside him, afraid of quarreling with Abigail you.But soon, the little girl who couldn't hold back her anger still ran to the dazed Pu, put the clothes thrown on the ground back into the closet, then stretched out her small hand and slapped Pu on the face fiercely. After the crisp sound, he ran away angrily.

"Well,

So why did you get angry again and hit me..."

To be honest, it still hurts.

Pu, who was covering his flushed side face, was stunned at this moment.

step-step-

Then, a shadow appeared from the doorway.

"Pu, what are you doing here?"

Aunt Mona, who was led by Xuerong, held a cane in her hand, and her smile was extremely gentle at this moment.

"Wow, Xuerong, you betrayed me again!"

After the boy's mournful cry, there were successive crackling sounds of rattan canes.

Abigail, who was lying on the bed, did not respond to this. Although the boy who was beaten up next to her was crying very loudly, she seemed to be unable to hear anything. She just lay quietly on the bed and continued to sleep. with.

No one can see, no one can perceive, in that unspeakable, illusory room, Abigail opened her eyes, facing the empty room, got up from the bed again, the whole body They looked very haggard.

"...the 157th cycle..."

The girl who had struggled to pull herself together exhaled lightly and got off the bed.

Tuk Tuk-

Then, a polite knock sounded from outside the door.

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This nightmare has been going on for a long, long time.

After waking up from the bed and going out, Aunt Linda and the children seemed to be playing and laughing normally, making breakfast, and living a life that seemed to be no different from usual.

Then all of a sudden, everything changes, the moment they start asking themselves, they start trying to get something from themselves.

【What do you know? 】

The child with a split mouth, densely filled with hundreds of teeth, squeezed out a face from his throat and asked himself seriously.

[Where did you know these things? 】

The skin of one head after another was tightly stitched together with needles and threads, pus dripped from the punctured eyeball, and a face grew out of the pus to ask himself.

【How do you know this? 】

The hands that walk with the head are cut off and sewn on the soles of the feet, the stomach is sewn on the baby, the baby is connected to the mouth of the pet dog, and the tongue grows in the face that asks itself.

What do you know?

The mind is becoming more and more unconscious.

Those voices were ringing continuously on her left and right, as if they wanted to go deep into the depths of her thinking, to completely smash her consciousness, and to dissolve her self.The normal world and the rotten world are constantly intertwined, the miserable and terrifying screams and wails and those densely packed smiling faces are flickering, as if they are about to sink her into the deepest nightmare.

But she was still awake.

The girl has gone through more than 100 reincarnations in this world, but she is still awake.

Every time I wake up from the bed, from the beginning of normal as if there is no problem, to the sudden appearance of horror, and finally the whole world completely collapsed into a distorted state, this process takes about 20 minutes to 40 minutes , the time is variable, the longest will not exceed an hour, and the shortest lasted only 15 minutes.

There was no time to rest, no moment to stay, even if she chose to stay in the house and not go out, those twisted changes would come as promised.

When this madness lasted to the last moment, she would start to feel pain, those fangs would pierce her body, and those twisted things would spread inside her.However, every time the pain lasted for a few seconds, everything would repeat itself, like an extremely bad joke, a world deliberately created to torture her spirit.

But she was still awake.

In the nightmare that lasted for a long time, Abigail remained awake from beginning to end.

She clearly remembered what she had forgotten, and that should be what the people behind those distorted things wanted to understand.Yes, at this point, Abigail knew very well that this nightmare must be man-made, there must be someone watching all this from behind, trying to break her spirit, wanting to knock her down from the will, and then from What does she get here.

Although those memories were forgotten, Abigail judged through some hazy memories and reasoning that the town was likely to encounter some kind of attack, a man-made and organized attack.

She should have gotten clues about this from somewhere, but she was discovered later because she knew about it, so she was trapped in this nightmare.

The enemy didn't kill her directly, probably because they wanted to get their own source of information.

Still, why not physically torture her and just keep tossing with these phantoms?

Is it because the other party has no ability to hurt himself in the dream?

Or, is there some factor that I don't know that is playing an important role?

No matter what, I must never admit defeat...

"I will definitely wait until Mister Hunter returns!"

Abigail, who was surrounded by squirming rotten flesh, murmured softly.

Rotten, normal, rotten, normal.

Another reincarnation ended, and the nightmare still did not stop.

Mr. Hunter, he will come to save himself.

The twisted thing lingers, laughs and disappears invisible, has gone through several reincarnations again, and the nightmare is still there

Going on and on.

So just keep going, just keep going.

Definitely, you can...

[Is it only to be rescued?What a pity]

Those distorted voices seemed to have changed slightly.

[Can you live only by troublesome others? 】

[Can you only let others live for you? 】

[Is it only possible to live in a way that brings harm and pain to others? 】

Something came along with the throbbing pain.

Those voices resounded densely, resounding from the flesh and blood disguised as furniture and houses.

【Shameless】

It seems to have seen these talking people.

【Shameless】

It seems to have seen such hanged people.

【Shameless】

It seems to have seen...

Ah, see...

I saw myself stretching out my hand, pointing to a small dark figure, twisted, humble, trembling thing.

She seemed to be able to feel the other party's fear, and feel the other party's shrinking appearance.

Then, she heard the surrounding voices ringing again.

[Who is the witch? 】

Those people are asking.

[Who is the witch? 】

Those people surrounded themselves densely and asked themselves.

[Who is the witch? 】

Those eyes were densely piled up in front of him, those mouths were grinning and waving their teeth and claws, the stench of saliva dripping from the fangs enveloped him, and everything around him became completely quiet like this, leaving only those The trembling black shadow, and his outstretched hand.

【She is a witch】

No, no, that's not the case...

【She is a witch】

Don't do this, don't go on like this, no, this is wrong...

[Yes, she is a witch]

Then, the orgy begins.

Lifting the torch, a distorted smile shines from the burning fireworks

Laughing, jumping, clapping, and being happy, I dragged the shadow out, listened to her cry, listened to her screaming, and wrapped the rope around her neck round and round.

The little feet kicked and kicked, the little people trembled and struggled, and became quiet, and could no longer make a sound.

Be happy, and continue to be happy.

The torch burned more beautifully, and the laughter rippled more cheerfully.

[Find out all the witches! 】

They are talking, they are walking.

【Lock up all the witches! 】

They drag those people away, people they don't know.

【Hang all the witches! 】

Judgment, judgment, solemn and holy judgment.

The gods witnessed everything, the enthusiasm of the believers swelled like that flame, the righteous cause continued to spread, and the wicked witch was hanged.

"No, that's not true, they're not witches..."

In the darkness, Abigail spoke softly, her figure gradually trembling.

"No, it's not like that, it's not like that..."

"I don't know her, I don't know any..."

"They, not witches, I didn't see them witchcraft, I didn't see them blaspheme God, I didn't, I really didn't..."

The self at that time, the naive and ignorant self at that time.

Under the urging and intimidation of those adults, amidst those distorted and crazy voices, she stretched out her hand and pointed at a person she didn't know at all.

"She's a witch," she said.

But at that time, she didn't even know what a witch was.

She just ignorantly obeyed the words of those adults.

She had no idea what terrible things would happen after that.

she does not know……

However, she still saw that the uncontrollable madness spread more and more like this.

"Mr. Hunter..."

The girl in pain shrank into a ball at this moment.

[Is it all right as long as it is protected? 】

[Is it all right to just let others get hurt? 】

[As long as I pretend not to see it and let it develop? 】

Those voices seemed to be getting stronger and closer, as if they were in my ears and beside me.