Chapter 641: Chapter 8 The Loving Qiuqiu
The mist surged intensely, the images that appeared beca extrely unstable, and a clear sense of disjunction occurred over ti.
“Ah!”
In the midst of miserable screams, the beautiful blue eyes of Gjestaf were brutally gouged out by Lady Silver Fern.
Bright red blood stread down her pale cheeks, dropping onto her neat nun’s habit and splattering on the church’s polished floor.
Lady Silver Fern swallowed the eyeballs and wiped the blood from her lush lips with her fragile, boneless fingers. The light white gauze on her body flowed, and several black-purple eyes sprouted anew on her smooth back, with bulging veins spreading from the eyes, disgustingly.
Gjestaf groped her way up from the ground, clutching the cross tightly and began to pray, only for Lady Silver Fern, her face darkening once again, to kick her back down.
The mist churned and transford again. Sister Jessica hugged Lady Silver Fern’s thigh tightly, crying out sothing to Gjestaf. But the next mont, her body hung inverted on a statue of the Virgin Mary, with a piercing red blood washing over the ivory figure and her wide-open eyes gradually losing their shine.
Gjestaf, with sunken eyes, knelt praying, her expression hopeful yet filled with despair. After her eyes were gouged out, Lady Silver Fern underwent a dramatic transformation, sprouting spiral horns on her head, unfolding bat wings on her back, and a tail grew long enough, strikingly resembling the devil from the Bible.
Zifeng guessed that it might have been Gjestaf’s imagination, especially since she couldn’t see anything after her eyes were gouged out.
The mist transford once again, Gjestaf’s head was a blur of blood and flesh, her beautiful blonde hair ripped out, with ends attached to scattered flesh, the previously lively and beautiful girl now tortured beyond recognition.
Zifeng clenched his fists tightly, his chest filled with rage.
Perhaps it was witnessing the girl’s journey growing up, or perhaps it was the impact of empathy, Zifeng, despite knowing these were fragnts of Gjestaf’s mory, couldn’t help but feel a murderous intent.
He closed his eyes, unwilling to watch further, but everything occurring in his perceptual vision was crystal clear.
The scenes flashed by continually, each ti Gjestaf’s body appeared more disfigured, but every ti she would bravely rise to continue her unfinished prayer.
[Holy Mother of God… pray for us sinners… now and at the hour of our death… An…]
Finally, Gjestaf finished her last prayer, and her life reached its end.
The viewpoint started to look down from above, as if Gjestaf’s soul were leaving her body and watching over herself. She spread her maid hands and lay bleeding and broken on the smooth church floor, right before the statue of the Virgin Mary holding the Saint Heir.
Ding!
The bloodstained cross fell to the floor with a crisp sound, red blood flowed beneath here, the ssy bloodstains on the smooth floor forming a complex pattern like a sinister sacrificial ritual.
Lady Silver Fern’s devilish appearance vanished, revealing her original form, but her back had grown full of evil eyes, and ugly veins protruded on her white-ard jade-like arms.
With a satisfied smile on her face, she pulled out Gjestaf’s heart and placed it on the altar, where the blood flowed along the altar’s intricate gilded patterns, trembling as it slowly split open a pitch-black hole in the middle, into which Lady Silver Fern vanished.
The altar closed up, the fallen candles rolled away, covering the bloodstained cross.
At the sa ti, the mist in the perceptual vision surged madly, the scenes from short-lived Gjestaf constantly erged, and the eerie blood patterns under her gave rise to tendrils of black air that imrsed into her body.
Click, click!
All the scenes developed fine cracks, and the figures altered like misaligned mirrors.
Hum!
Just as the scenes were about to dissipate, a Holy Light descended from the sky, enveloping Gjestaf’s corpse, whether it was truly the Virgin Mary appearing or just a hallucination at her death remained unknown.
…
Zifeng opened his eyes, the candles in the church flickered, Qiuqiu in his arms let out slight snores, while the big cat alertly glanced at them before resuming its sleep.
As he lifted his hand from the forehead of the spirit of resentnt, Zifeng hesitated for a mont, then pressed his hand back against its head, gazing directly at Gjestaf’s pale face and gently stroked the sparse fur of the spirit of resentnt, softly asking, “Gjestaf?”
The spirit of resentnt froze, a massive amount of black-red liquid suddenly surged from its dark eyes, rushing into Zifeng’s arms as it sobbed.
Shao Zifeng tenderly cradled its head, the softness deep within his heart felt like it was being struck: “Cry it out, just let all the grievances out.”
“Woo woo woo.”
Just then, Qiuqiu was awakened by the crying. It rubbed its eyes with its little paws and then witnessed a shocking scene.
Qiuqiu’s face showed shock, its little paws trembling incessantly.
Dandan…
Dandan actually couldn’t resist such an ugly human head, flirting with other dogs while he slept, and it wasn’t even the first ti!!
In the end, Qiuqiu had misjudged!
The more Qiuqiu thought about it, the more aggrieved it felt, clenching its little paws and pounding them on Shao Zifeng’s chest as it cried out.
“Pfft!”
The sudden attack made Shao Zifeng gasp for air, almost dying on the spot.
After a while, Shao Zifeng, rubbing his chest, said seriously, “That’s the situation, Qiuqiu, you misunderstood.”
Qiuqiu wiped its tears with its little paws, looking sympathetically at the resentful spirit: “Ying~”
The resentful spirit leapt onto Qiuqiu with a cry, the two little ones hugging and weeping bitterly.
Seeing this, Shao Zifeng smiled, pleased. Qiuqiu was truly Qiuqiu, still so gullible… full of love. He faintly rembered solving it the sa way the last ti with Jingjing?
The lynx shook its tail, looking at Shao Zifeng with eyes that saw through everything, as if looking at a scumbag.
Shao Zifeng’s smile froze on his face, his expression gradually distorting.
Cure Qiuqiu, but can’t cure you?
Right then, he clapped his hands, “Qiuqiu, Gjestaf, want sothing to eat?”
Qiuqiu blinked, “Ying?”
It usually followed a very regular schedule and seldom ate at night.
The resentful spirit nodded eagerly, looking expectantly at Qiuqiu and Shao Zifeng.
Qiuqiu, moved by the resentful spirit, finally nodded its little head: “Ying!”
“Alright then.” Shao Zifeng took out the gas stove and gas cylinder from his travel bag again, getting everything ready, and he bead at the lynx: “Big cat, go catch so fish.”
The lynx was sowhat interested but felt like Shao Zifeng was up to no good; it raised its paw and asked, “Mao?”
The corner of Shao Zifeng’s mouth twitched: “Of course, we need to catch enough to eat!”
“Ma…”
Smack!
The lynx was about to protest when Qiuqiu leaped up and smacked it on the head with a paw: “Ying!”
Watching the lynx flee in awkwardness, Shao Zifeng revealed a knowing smile.
Lil guy, still trying to compete with .
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