Plop! The dull sound was like a muffled drum, beating in everyone's hearts. It woke up women from their dreams and shattered the consciences of men!
Ah!!! The shrill screams resounded through the dense forest, startling animals everywhere and fleeing; in the scalding boiling water, the child screamed and struggled in terror, but was finally drowned by the scalding boiling water.
The women were stunned and paralyzed on the ground; the men went crazy, some pounced on the boy in the boiling water, tore and shared the food, and some pounced on their own women and children, wrestling and throwing them.
They...change their sons and wives to eat!!
Soon, the men grabbed their beloved wives and children, threw them into the scalding boiling water, and waved them wildly with heavy wood to stop their resistance and Tao Cun.
A shrill wail came from the boiling cauldron, and the rich aroma of meat echoed in the gloomy dense forest.
The men danced around the boiling cauldron, cheered shrilly, howled hoarsely, grabbed the steaming limbs, the bodies of their wives and children, bit and snatched them frantically, and bowed devoutly to their 'messenger of the gods'.
Women begged, children cried, they struggled, they kowtowed, they abandoned their humble dignity, hoping to wake up their husbands and fathers.
But...it's too late...everything is too late...
The once happy village has become a terrifying hell, filled with howls and the smell of meat.
The child's mind went blank, and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him. In a daze, the fear that had been sealed in the deepest part of his consciousness began to slowly release, and the consciousness of self-abandonment gradually returned, and it completely overlapped with the scene in front of him!!
Is it a dream? Or is history repeating itself?
The sinking dream, the lost soul, is this reality or a dream?
The child's body began to tremble, his eyes began to wander, and crystal tears rolled down his cheeks again, and his lips murmured: "No, no, don't do this."
He stared blankly, the struggling figure, the scalding boiling water, and the sharp cone carved into his vision like a stone!
He smelled it unconsciously, the strong aroma of meat and the weird blood stimulated the most fragile nerves deep in his soul!
He listened in a daze, the shrill screams and hoarse wails, the sharpness hurting his eardrums.
Why is it true that I feel hungry?
But...it's obviously already...
Until... his father with blood-red eyes stood in front of him, and his big pale hands tore his hair. This time, his father's big hands were so clear, so clear that they couldn't be more clear. His sister struggled to resist, but was thrown into the boiling water by her uncle.
, this time, my sister’s struggles and screams were so clear, so clear that it made people faint.
"Dad?" The child tried his best to smile, trying to dispel the illusion created by this nightmare. The child screamed infatuatedly, stared blankly, and gently stretched out his chubby little hand to his father's cheek, trying to arouse
Father's conscience.
but……
When the white and tender hands touch the thin cheek, and when the clear touch spreads throughout the body through the nerves, the child is stunned, stunned, trembling, and terrified, as if an electric current is raging through, and the fear suppressed deep in the soul is completely released...
…
Is this true? It’s all true!!
Is history reflected in reality? Replaying it today?!!
Fear is like poison spreading throughout the body, paralyzing the child's nerves and destroying the child's consciousness. Is it cold or powerless? Despair is like thousands of sharp knives piercing through it wantonly, mercilessly destroying his immature soul and body, dripping with blood.
The pain is as painful as suffocation.
The father didn't give the child any chance and roughly dragged him towards the hot pot.
The moment he was lifted high, the child's blurry eyes clearly showed his mother's cooked head and his sister's hands embracing him.
Intense fear, resentment and despair were like billions of steel needles piercing his soul.
"Don't... don't... don't..." The child muttered absentmindedly, his dull eyes gradually turned red. The deepest fear and deepest resentment completely exploded after being suppressed and covered in dust for a long time.
The happiness and joy of the previous moment, the fear and despair of this moment, the two extreme contrasts ruthlessly destroyed his consciousness.
The father screamed strangely, grabbed the child and threw him into the scalding boiling water.
The child did not hide or run away. His bloodshot eyes stared blankly at his mother and sister in the boiling water.
Plop! The scalding boiling water submerged him instantly, and the severe pain enveloped him, but... the child seemed unaware, letting the boiling water swallow him up, letting the severe pain envelope him, and then... slowly fished out the heads of his mother and sister from the boiling water.
!
Cluck!! Cluck!!
The creepy laughter echoed in the forest, filled with a trace of weirdness and fear. The child ran away! Jumped out of the scalding boiling water and ran away! The whole body was red and swollen, with blisters everywhere, and some places exuded a weird meaty aroma. The boiling water was merciless.
His body was destroyed, but... the child seemed very happy, smiling and running, holding two rotten human heads in his arms.
Looks horrifying!!
The men stopped, looking intently at the child disappearing into the darkness, frowning and listening to the weird laughter that gradually faded away. The firewood was still blazing with flames, the boiling water was still steaming with heat, and the limbs inside were disappearing and appearing.
tumbling.
Vaguely, they sensed danger.
Suddenly!! The rippling laughter suddenly turned into a shrill scream. Was it wailing? Crying? Or a scream of fear!!
Soon!! The shrill voice quickly approached, and the child's figure reappeared. Because of fear, resentment, and pain, the blistered cheeks were twisted ferociously, the round eyes were dripping with bloody tears, and the broken body was shaking violently.
Like fear, like being at a loss, like a lost child, or like a baby tortured by nightmares.
Afraid! Afraid! Longing for embrace and warmth! Afraid! Afraid! Begging for a little bit of mercy and relief!
The child slowly stopped and stood in front of the village. His bleeding eyes stared fixedly at the men in front of him, and his ferocious expression slowly returned to dullness. Not long after, the child's body began to tremble again, and a trace of...
A smile and a cry-like expression appeared on his face, and his ulcerated lips trembled as he said something, and then...
The child disappeared, or rather his figure disappeared.
Sounds of laughter like silver bells, and screams of fear, two extreme sounds, two extreme emotions, a child constantly switching between reality and nightmare, constantly wandering between happiness and fear.
Cruelly torturing his nerves and mercilessly destroying his consciousness.
In order to vent their anger, the children carried out a horrific massacre! The men in the village were torn apart one by one, their heads were twisted off, their skin and flesh were torn off, they were either thrown into boiling water or thrown into the blazing fire.
Killing! Blood! Cruelty! Another hell-like scene has descended and enveloped us!
Two old men stood in the depths of the dense forest, quietly watching the scene in front of them. They had been standing here for a long time, from the village's 'rebirth' to overflowing with happiness and warmth, from the raging illness, to the tragedy, and now the child's sudden rampage.
, they all watched with a calm attitude.
They are...Old Living Buddha! Lao Qi! The two top leaders of Chinese Tantric Sect! The most terrifying super emperor!
All of this was created by them, just for the runaway child - Yaya!!
Twenty years ago, they planned the "Monster Project" and selected the Yinyu River as a captive area. They ruthlessly destroyed the souls of the residents who helped here and created terrifying monsters. However, they never expected that the demon-creating operation that year would
A fish slipped through the net, and the now-famous ghost doll was unexpectedly born!
Now when I recall it over and over again, what ended up being hundreds of monsters? Was it the resurrected Buddha? Or was it this terrifying ghost with a twisted soul!!
They had many opportunities to capture Yaya and destroy it, but...the two old men tacitly chose to let it go, again and again, until the world situation reached its final moment.
The old living Buddha proposed a plan to forge a unique and dangerous creature for Tianmen and China - the 'Ghost King'.
Target, ghost doll, tooth!!
The prisoner thought about it over and over again and decided to experiment.
Finally, a 'real nightmare' was staged in Yinyu River. Based on Yaya's performance, they replayed the scene of the year, everything, real people, real objects, real replays.
Just to make Yaya sink completely, be completely lost, and then explode in the deepest despair, fear and resentment!!
This is the overlap between reality and nightmare, the deep call of fear, the distortion of human nature, and the torture of the soul.
Its cruelty is enough to make anyone collapse, and its viciousness is enough to tear humanity apart.
Although Yaya is cruel and vicious, he has long lost his humanity. However, he has a fatal weakness, which is this nightmare! The nightmare that plagues him and tortures him countless days and nights.
What the old living Buddha and Qi Lao did was to forcefully reveal the nightmare and make Yaya reincarnate over and over again in fear and despair! If successful, Yaya will definitely become the emperor. If he fails, Yaya will be destroyed! But everyone understands that the destruction is inevitable.
The possibility is almost... ninety-nine percent!!
The massacre in the village ended quickly. Ya Ya sometimes giggled, sometimes cried, sometimes felt dazed, and sometimes trembled. Looking at the bloody scene behind him, the boiling water around him, and his broken body, there was an invisible sense of fear and despair.
, finally... Ya Ya raised his blistered eyes and looked steadily at the old living Buddha and the prisoner, and at the evil messenger in his heart!