Another World: My life is on the rise!

At this moment, he almost felt like he was struck by lightning.

He almost instantly thought of the ice-cold gaze he felt the moment he opened the rift when he presided over the sacrificial ceremony inside the branch.

His face suddenly turned pale as a bone, and his whole body seemed to have been soaked in an ice pool.

"You...how do you know..."

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Lin En flipped through the books on the table and said slowly: "You have really done a lot with your identity. You are Charles, the rich man of Country M. You are also a consultant in a government agency. I even found out that you have done a lot in the past 100 years. Before, you used your fake identity when you married the lady in blood. Your real name is Yan. You studied in country M in the late Qing Dynasty. Your family was considered a prominent family at that time. "

"And I'm really surprised. If I hadn't seen you now, I wouldn't have thought that we had even had a quick glance."

"It's just a pity that at that time, we were separated from each other by hell, and I couldn't see your face clearly."

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What a coincidence.

Any coincidence feels like a trick of fate.

Charles' expression murmured, and the coldness almost penetrated into his bone marrow.

"How...how could this happen..."

Lin En Gujing Wubo said slowly: "Are you talking about how we found you from the body you left behind? You guys really did it flawlessly. If it weren't for the fact that I can see the scenes from the past, I'm afraid I I will really be deceived by you.”

He took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

"But don't worry, I won't lay a finger on you. Someone will naturally take care of your life. You should know who it will be, right?"

That moment.

Charles almost knelt down in fear and kowtowed to Linn.

"Please! Please let me live! Don't hand me over to her, I was wrong! I regret the crimes I committed before! Please don't hand me over to her! I can I will tell you everything I know, as well as the remnants of the Flesh Cult, and I can help you...I...I..."

Lynn looked down at him.

"Do you think you are qualified to beg for mercy from me?"

Charles' face was full of fear, sweat dripped down and almost wet the carpet, and his whole body was trembling.

suddenly.

He turned around suddenly and ran toward the window in panic.

But Lynn didn't stop him.

Let him run away.

He just raised his hand and connected the communication there.

"Sister Xueyi, I found him for you."

…

The sky is getting brighter.

In the vast manor, Charles kept running forward in fear. He felt that all the nerves in his body were being pulled by the cold.

His mind kept echoing with memories that had long since been dusted off by him.

He thought of his gentle wife.

Thinking of his sensible daughter.

Those long-lost memories that were about to be forgotten were sweeping towards him like a flood at this moment.

They first met in the Magic City at that time. Not long after he returned from overseas, at a dance, he was attracted to the young woman at first sight. Unlike all the girls of that era, she had a good education. Education, having gone abroad, studied abroad, long ago no longer have those decadent feudal concepts of classical women of that period.

Although at that time, he did take the initiative to approach the lady at the request of the Flesh God Cult.

But there was a time when he did think that she might be the rest of his life.

Like him, she opposed feudal decadence. She advocated that all women could bravely step out of the house, gain financial independence, and bravely pursue their own lives, instead of just becoming vassals of the family and men.

She was like a pearl at that time.

No matter where it is, it shines with charming luster.

Later, after his full pursuit, they finally got married, but maybe it was really the restrictive nature of the times, and even a progressive woman like her began to stagnate once she got married...

He still remembered the first time he assaulted her.

He thought she would just leave.

But no.

Family and children are like the shackles of thousands of years of tradition, which still tightly bind her, making her endure the pain but not daring to leave home.

And it was at that time that he truly understood the Flesh God's intention in choosing her. In that era of alternation between the old and the new, she had the seeds of resistance and independence in her heart, but at the same time, she also had the Chinese culture's attitude towards women for thousands of years. The old feudal system has shaped her into such a contradictory person.

She hated it but didn't dare to leave.

And this hatred is what they hope for, a carrier that can become an evil spirit.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness.

He suddenly turned around in fear, and looked towards the garden at the end of the manor. He saw the figure in the bloody dress. She stood there and stared at him, as if a hundred years had passed.

"No! No! No!"

He crawled forward in fear.

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He still remembered her favorite dress. It was an evening dress he specially made for her from Nanyang when they were engaged. She couldn't put it down for a long time.

She said she would only wear it for him at the dance, when they got married, when they planned to stay together for a lifetime.

But that was the day.

When she put on the red dress, he used the bone-cutting knife to dismember her body bit by bit.

He even remembered that when he cut off her limbs, she was still alive. He remembered that the scarlet blood splashed on the evening dress, making the red dress as red as blood.

"That's not what I want to do! That's not me! The Cult of Flesh and Blood ordered me to do that! That's none of my business!"

He shivered and rolled around.

But the memory became clearer and clearer, so clear that he even remembered his blood-stained smile in the mirror.

He sealed her soul using the methods of the Flesh Cult.

He sealed her in the candle and tortured her.

Let her see with her own eyes how he made her daughter eat her flesh and blood in the following days, and let her see how he further abused their daughter after her death, because he knew that she could survive The only reason he was there was her beloved daughter, and he was going to tear her daughter apart piece by piece in front of her.

He was beaten every day.

Passing the atrocities against her onto their common daughter, he could hear her wailing in the candles and see the hatred building up bit by bit.

And that was that night.

When he dragged the young body to kill, he still remembered showing off the young arm in front of her, and remembered what he said to her.

"Look, she's dead."

"It's not me! No, no, no! It's not me!!"

He held his head and screamed in fear, trying to erase all the memories from his mind.

But darkness comes.

The bone-white hand suddenly grabbed his throat and lifted him off the ground little by little.

The feeling of suffocation rolled over me.

He kept struggling, fear almost overflowing from his eyes. The figure he was extremely familiar with appeared in front of him little by little, reflecting those blood-red eyes of hatred.

"Xiaoqing...Xiaoqing..."

That was her old name.

She told her that it represented the morning sunshine and was the beginning of a vigorous day.

She said she hoped to stand in the sunshine forever and never become one of those dark, pitiful people.

"It's not my fault...it's not my fault...I love you...I was bewitched by the Flesh Cult...I...I am..."

But he could no longer speak.

He saw the rusty bone-cutting knife slit his throat heavily. He still clearly remembered that the knife had killed two people. Their bones were buried under the locust tree, and the blooming flowers As red as blood.

呲呲呲呲——

Blood kept pouring out from his neck.

He felt the pain of suffocation and the huge fear of blood pouring into his trachea, but he did not feel the passage of life.

"Uh-"

A scream of pain erupted from his throat.

It was that moment.

There was a sting.

A piece of bloody flesh was suddenly torn off from his neck. He saw his former wife and the current evil spirit in blood. Seeing her was like how he had removed her little by little at that time. Her flesh and blood went into his stomach.

She was eating him, tearing the flesh and blood off his body bit by bit.

The pain was so clear, as clear as what he had done back then, as clear as if he could still hear her screams at that time.

But now, this sound came from his throat.

No!

No!

No!

…

[ps: It feels so good to be released from prison. The pain of being imprisoned is no longer there, and the air outside is fresh. Although Xianyu’s spirit has suffered inhuman torture, his body is still healthy! Therefore, updates will be gradually resumed in the near future. Please continue to support Xianyu! ! I will never forget your company during this period of imprisonment! ! 】

[By the way, although it is a bit shameless, I did see an event just after I was released from prison. Under the recommendations, there was a "King of Gifts Competition". This must be the second one. Xianyu vaguely remembers writing for the college entrance examination three years ago. The book that failed the list had a chance to win. At that time, Lin En took Xiaoqi to kill a lot, so I’m going to thank you all this time! ! I hope everyone can watch GG and earn some free gifts or something, so that our God of War can be released from prison! Salted fish will never be forgotten! ! arrogant】

[Of course, all you need is a small free gift. You don’t need to spend any money. Just ordering the salted fish is really satisfying. 】