pyloric neuropathy has not improved

Chapter 44

"And then?" Rin asked.

She seemed to be standing in the darkness, surrounded by thick mist, the mist flowed, and distorted grimaces could be seen faintly, each time bringing a howling ghost cry, as if there was infinite viciousness and sorrow, but there was nowhere to express her heartfelt feelings.

Numerous pictures flicker on and off in the darkness, all of which have strange tones and strange shapes.The deep purple sky, bright and fierce huge flowers, the endless grassy wasteland, the dark birdcage surrounded by grimacing flowers and trees under the moonlight, and the blood-red throne deep in the birdcage...

"No, no, no." She wriggled her fingers boredly, "Take away your glory, this is not what I want to see."

"Tell me the end of the story."

The picture in the dark responded to her appeal, and the colors associated with flowers, poisonous snakes and bones gradually disappeared.Instead, there was darkness.

The familiar birdcage, the familiar Black Iron Throne, only a size smaller than the one on the Grimacing Field.If you look carefully, it is inside a huge palace. Everything is dominated by scarlet crimson, which is gorgeous and bloody. Only the girl sitting on the throne has scarce pigments and an ordinary face, which looks different from the bustling and gorgeous decorations. out of place.

She leaned against the exquisitely carved patterns expressionlessly, her light-colored pupils were lifeless, and her demeanor was so numb that one couldn't even perceive despair.Even though he is in a high position, he seems like a puppet controlled by others, watching himself being gradually disintegrated and reborn without feeling, just like watching a flower wither and bloom again.

The difference from the ghost face field is that there is a doll sitting in her arms.Wearing a bright red kimono with luxurious patterns, the facial features are extremely detailed, and the corners of the bright red lips seem to be smiling. Even if there are old traces due to the passage of time, you can still see how exquisite and excellent it was when it was made.

"The ruins of the Fei clan are protected by the family's secret treasure 'Fei Puppet', which seals the grievances passed down from generation to generation. If there is no way to solve it, even if Lei Chan enters the ruins, he will still die."

"The only solution is to transfer the resentment originally used to protect the ruins to the descendants of the Scarlet Clan."

"Can it really succeed?" Someone asked subconsciously.

"Her blood is the purest direct line of the royal family." The person who answered him had cold silver-white hair, and the demon fox was leisurely leaning against the side of the palace with his arms folded, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, "It will succeed no matter what."

"The only difference is probably whether the bait can survive."

"Look! The door of the underground palace is open!" The person near the front exclaimed, and the blood-red curtain floated silently. Behind the throne, a door made of the same material as black iron gradually appeared.

"Let's go," Kurama said, "the last one to lock the door from the outside. After the target is in hand, blow up the ground and leave."

Everyone looked at each other, "Do you want to abandon the bait?"

"If she can't bear the resentment, she will explode and die. The blood of the Fei Clan is the source of power, and the resentment passed down from generation to generation will flow through the entire underground palace with the blood. That is the same consequence as not getting rid of the Fei Idol." Jin's fox eyes swept over everyone one by one, with a hint of sarcasm. "Are you going to take a gamble to see if she will succeed?"

No one responded.

"start to act."

The silver-white monster took the lead into the underground palace, and the silver-white hair was blown up in the wind, passing the girl on the throne.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at each other.

— Pounding.

The memory is as dim and unclear as a swamp, looking around, I can only hear the sad ghost crying.The hatred deposited for thousands of years is like a chain that cannot be broken, binding, imprisoning, and finally grinding away any independent consciousness.

As time goes by, thinking turns into a meaningless one-way pendulum, heavy but loud, like a heavy steel falling.The cold began to spread from the wound, and invaded and devoured along the skin without limit. The whole person seemed to be in a winter ice cave, struggling to survive with only his last sober will.

"Why did you do this to me, did I do something wrong?" she cried, "What do you want me to do?"

"Can not be done."

Many people answered her.

"No."

"You are the last hope of the Scarecrow."

"The undefeated glory of scarlet color."

"You will live and survive for the entire race, secretly and great—"

All the joy, joy, and joy, the selfishness of the girl, the secret secret love that was not spoken, are no match for thousands of years, and no match for the hatred and sorrow, anger and madness on the Bloody Throne.

Gradually, I don't know who I am, I only know that I am looking for important things.I don't know what I'm looking for, I only know revenge, hatred, hatred, and the pain and pain that I begged for but couldn't get.

It is full of sweet flowers and blood, stained with scarlet black, the joy of others is a heavy shackle of despair, limited to one person, not only the number of the entire race, but thousands of years Over the years, the blood is exhausted, the muscles are broken, and the bones are broken.

"Help me."

In the abyss-like despair and ice-peak-like cold pain, she let out a sigh.

"please."

"like before--"

The wind blew away the light and shadow, and in the depths of the birdcage, sitting on the throne of flowers, poisonous snakes and white bones, the girl opened her scarlet and sweet eyes.

That is probably the beauty that can be described with miserable words.The black hair is like a waterfall, the chin is pointed, and the life is becoming more and more impermanent. The delicate facial features are slightly pale due to the cold, but they still give people a strong impression that they should not exist in the world.His eyes, which were radiant and translucent like blood glass, stared straight at a certain place outside the cage.

If someone is watching this scene, then he must be surprised to find that the outline of the baby's brows and eyes in the girl's arms is strangely similar to the girl sitting upright with her back straight.

The white and slender fingers moved, and the birdcage and the throne instantly turned into a crimson mist. There was a faint cry of sorrow and ghosts in the flow. She turned a blind eye and walked down the high platform slowly. The mist intertwined with every step, and finally turned into The swaying skirt and layers of red lace look like blooming roses, making the pupils more bright red.

"Sure enough, the sun doesn't exist, and Kurama isn't the sun either."

The girl touched her heart and gradually smiled.

"But what does that matter?"

"Anyway, I'm dead."

Unable to control it anymore, the girl's brisk laughter echoed in the empty darkness, like the voice of an oriole coming out of the valley, filled with innumerable joys and joys, and together with the sad and mournful ghost cries in the mist, resounded throughout the whole world. The ruins of the Fei clan seem to be celebrating the birth of the last direct lineage of the Fei clan in the world.

"The only one left in the world is 'Fei Mei Lin'!"