Nightmare Attack

Chapter 219 The Old Man

The woman in the white dress appeared again.

Both Jiangcheng and Chenran were deeply impressed by the woman in the white dress. The woman had never appeared in Heishi Town, nor in the team. She seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

She seems to have a special connection with the white stone plate.

With the appearance of the woman, the ceremony officially begins.

The old man knelt down first, followed by the rest of the townspeople who were captured. The low-pitched weeping gradually formed the main theme here.

One picture after another emerged in Jiang Cheng's mind, with different perspectives and directions, it was as if he had traveled back to that time, quietly watching everything in front of him with the eyes of the townspeople.

A huge and ferocious figure appeared from the stone plate. Before it raised its head, it was 4 to 5 meters tall. Words like strong were completely pale and powerless when applied to it.

The sharp dark light is reflected on the sword armor-like scales, and the sturdy body has no burden. It just stands there, does not move without making a sound, and is as magnificent as mountains and rivers.

No one knows what it is, but they have to be overwhelmed by its majesty.

The faces of the outsiders guarding the townspeople showed fanatical worship like a mortal meeting a god. They knelt down involuntarily, offering their respect to this "creature" that had gone through so many years.

The mutation happened at this moment!

To everyone's surprise, the child who was placed on the stone plate did not get better, but was swallowed by the strange "creature" in the next moment.

There was a huge and chilling chewing sound, and the muscles, bones, and even the hairy skin were all crushed by the sharp teeth, and everyone was shocked.

So much so that after the "creature" on the stone plate disappeared, it took a long time before there was a scream.

The woman on the stone plate pinched the corner of her loose sleeve and wiped the corner of her mouth very naturally.

It was like a noble girl who was about to leave after dinner.

devil
The woman in the eyes of all outsiders has changed. She actually... even allowed the monster to eat the child. She is a devil, and she must be the incarnation of the devil!
A faint blood-colored halo appeared, and gradually evolved into a blood-colored barrier on the edge of the stone plate. The barrier continued to extend, trapping townspeople and outsiders in it.

The eyes of the outsiders began to turn blood red, strange forces were eroding their remaining sanity, the original fear of monsters and mysterious priests began to thin out, and anger and greed struggled and jumped in their eyes.

"Kill her!!"

Someone in the crowd yelled.

The remaining sanity was covered up after all, and the outsiders with various weapons rushed forward as if they had received some kind of order.

The townspeople who were more obedient before spontaneously stood in front of the outsiders, but it was useless. Soon, groups of townspeople fell into a pool of blood, and large swathes of blood stained the ground under their feet.

Holding up a fistful of soil can bleed out.

The woman raised her head and didn't even look at the slaughter around her, as if it had nothing to do with her.

As the leader of Blackstone Town, the old man was the last one to be killed. Before him, the man among the outsiders brutally split his granddaughter in half, picked up half with the tip of a knife, and threw the other half on the stone plate.

Their ferocious expressions seemed to be asking whether they could be resurrected with only half of their bodies.

The old man's eyes were blood red, and he clenched his fists tightly to stare at these shameful robbers. The hatred in his eyes could almost condense into reality, but after a while, the old man suddenly smiled.

When the bloody spears of the outsiders were about to pierce his chest, the old man turned and ran away.

With strenuous steps, he rushed directly to the white stone plate, and the moment his hands touched the stone plate, an even more shocking scene appeared.

Starting from his hands, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling. Scary bloody pustules formed on the surface of the skin, and large pieces of flesh and blood continued to fall off. Only bones remained on his two arms.

But even so, he still refused to let go.

The outsiders with the same blood-red eyes pressed on step by step, and there was only pure fanaticism in their eyes.

Since women allow demons to eat their children, then they eat women, and the disgusting saliva drips from the corners of their grinning mouths, like the lowest and cheapest monsters in the dark.

Maybe by eating a woman, you can get the power from her.

The power of immortality.
These words repeatedly appeared in everyone's mind, their pupils protruded, and the veins on the arms holding the weapons were exposed, surrounding the stone plate.

The woman was still on the stone plate, and the bloody night wind lifted the corners of her skirt, and the blood splashed on her body inadvertently painted a bloody aftertaste on the pure white skirt.

The woman stood there, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Whether it was the bloody massacre, or those townspeople who stood in front of him and fell down in rows, dying for themselves.

There is no anger, let alone sorrow and joy.

It is not so much calm as it is indifferent.

It was as if a vast and old history was in her eyes, and the wheels of history were rolling forward, and the flesh and blood that was crushed under the wheels, whether it was a wise old man or an urchin, was just a hasty glance.

Anyway, in the next second, there will be new flesh and blood filling in.

For her, there is no fundamental difference.

The old man who was on the verge of death turned his head suddenly, his face was already half-skeletalized, the flesh and blood fell off, and the white bone stubble was exposed, and even his voice was a little blurred with terror.

The lips have long since disappeared, and the exposed gums are hideous and terrifying.

The old man grinned and laughed loudly, two streams of blood and tears dripped from his eyes, like a prisoner being tortured in hell.

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, and the old man's wanton laughter echoed in his mind, which is not surprising, some clues in nightmares can indeed affect people's mind.

For those who are not determined, rash contact with clues is likely to cause unpredictable consequences.

He was strange. That feeling he caught from the old man's laughter.

The whole family was slaughtered, and relatives died tragically in front of him, and the secret of the altar that could be resurrected from the dead was known to the invaders. It is understandable for the old man to laugh wildly because of such a blood feud.

Sadness, powerlessness, resentment, curse, etc., Jiangcheng can understand these emotions, but why there is no such thing in the old man's laughter, but only a unique kind, um... relief.

Correct!
It is relief!

It's like a prisoner who is about to be released after his sentence is over.

The flesh and blood melted, and the old man's skeleton fell down on the stone plate with a "crash", and the round skull "gurgled" rolled far away, and did not stop until it hit the woman's feet.

His empty eye sockets stared straight at the woman.

　The second update! (Have time today, so.)

　
(End of this chapter)