The originally monotonous sound of the wind seemed to be broken into countless ups and downs of syllables. At first, these syllables sounded varied and chaotic, but gradually, they seemed to be connected into strange and mysterious sounds, one after another.
, drilled into Sinbad’s ears.
"A black... day, filled with... corpses walking in despair, tearing... your dirty selves to pieces, the grave... is the purest."
"My father's... baby was... cut into pieces by his mother and buried... under a dead tree in front of our house. In the middle of the night... it climbed onto my bed and snickered."
"Lying in the ice coffin, I kissed my wife with blood in my mouth, until she grew a beautiful head day by day."
The further Gordon ran, the more he could understand the sounds of the wind. They were trembling nervously, like a resentful woman trying to suppress her cries in the middle of the night.
At some point, Gordon's lips were moving, and a cry came from his throat, slender and plaintive, as if it had become part of the wind. "Every night I cut... my chest in exchange for a fresh... heart.
..." He said softly, his almost distorted face full of joy.
The fangs suddenly flashed with a cold light like frost and snow.
Gordon's heart was shocked, and he felt like he was waking up from a dream. At this time, there was a stinging pain in his neck, and he was being pinched tightly by two pale bone claws. That was Sinbad, who was lying on Gordon's back, with an expression on his face.
It was strange, like a smile but not a smile, and made a creepy and gloomy voice.
"Sinbad" Gordon shouted, grabbing the bone claw with his backhand and throwing Sinbad off his back. At this moment, Gordon saw that all the flesh and blood below the boy's head and neck had disappeared, leaving only a white skeleton.
"Papa" Gordon slapped Sinbad hard several times. The boy shook for a while, his lips closed, and then he blinked in confusion.
Gordon saw the flesh and blood on his body appearing again.
"Mr. Ghoul, I saw you turned into a demon." Sinbad pushed Gordon away and stared at him in horror.
Just as Gordon was about to answer, he heard the sound of water that was like crying. There was a faint sound, and a delicate and sad voice seeped in from the sand and mist from all directions.
It's like those cries are just the sound of running water.
He was shocked to find that he and the boy were standing by the lake. The emerald blue lake was like an enchanting ice diamond, crystal clear and sparkling with seductive light.
Unknowingly, Gordon's boots were wet by the cold lake water.
He looked around and suddenly saw two stiff figures on the other side of the lake, as if shrouded in mist, looming. They walked towards the lake one after the other, their postures as rigid as puppets.
"Tracey Freckles" Gordon shouted loudly, but he couldn't hear his own voice at all, as if he was swallowed by the sound of the lake.
The figure in front of her waded into the lake silently, and the water gradually submerged her ankles, calves, and thighs...and she walked step by step toward the depths of the lake without realizing it.
"Stay here and don't move." Gordon gestured to Sinbad and ran along the lakeside, going around to the other end.
The lake is still surrounded by endless desert, desolate and empty, with no grass growing. The sand is like pale bone powder, but it does not rise when blown by the strong wind, like a piece of cold skin that sticks to the ground.
When Gordon arrived, the figure in front had become smaller and smaller, the lake water was up to her chest, and her long hair spread out like a steaming mist. The figure behind also followed suit and walked into the lake, like a ghost that had lost its life.
"Whoosh" Gordon waved his hand and shot out a non-toxic caltrop, which passed over the lake and hit the figure in front of him on the shoulder. She froze for a moment, and her shoulders twitched violently, as if she was struggling, trying to turn around. But her
I couldn't control my legs, so I kept walking forward, letting the lake water cover my neck little by little.
Gordon's eyes flashed and he suddenly rushed into the lake. There was no splash, and the water surface was as smooth as a strange mirror. In an instant, he saw his reflection in the water.
The reflection is clear and lifelike, and the water bubbles caused by the breath are bubbling up.
Their eyes met, Gordon and him under the water both showed human expressions of surprise. He couldn't help but be in a trance, which one is me?
If the lake is suspended in mid-air, then the Gordon underwater may be his true self. And the Gordon swimming into the lake is just his lost idea.
When he thought of this, everything turned upside down. He realized that he was actually under the water, raising his head and looking at the emerald blue lake above.
"Mr. Ghoul," "Gordon," "Wake up," Sinbad, Freckles, and Tracey were standing next to him, pulling hard, trying to wake him up.
Everything I had just experienced suddenly seemed like a dream.
Gao Deng was suddenly surprised. He could breathe freely through his vents. Where did the blisters come from?
The image of the reflection breathing out bubbles suddenly came into view.
Eyes facing each other, he returned to the water again and stared at the reflection below.
The reflection's eyes suddenly shot out with malicious light, and its arms stretched out and grabbed Gordon's throat. At the same time, Gordon's arms involuntarily grabbed the reflection in exactly the same posture.
Both parties exerted their strength at the same time, increasing their strength at the same time, regardless of size, speed or speed. The necks of Gordon and the reflection creaked together.
"Save-save-save" On the Devil's Life Tree, Cicada sensed the crisis of her master and anxiously wanted to run out, but was tightly held by her father-in-law.
"It's useless. If you go out, you will also encounter your own reflection." The father-in-law's eyes flashed, and his wretched face revealed a rare solemnity.
The blood vessels on the side of Gordon's neck burst out, and his skin turned purple. Because of the vents, he would not suffocate, but his neck would be severed alive. He moved his fangs, and the cold light came out, reflecting in the frosty light.
It is constantly twisted, broken and restored, and it can never be annihilated.
As long as Gordon is still in the lake, the reflection cannot disappear.
Gordon tried to jump up and rush out of the water, but the cold and gloomy water turned into invisible hands and grabbed him tightly.
A strange smile flashed across the reflection's face. Gordon slowly sank, while the reflection slowly floated up, and both parties got closer at the same time.
Gordon suddenly understood that when he was strangled to death, he would be replaced by his reflection, and the other person would become the real Gordon, while his body would become a reflection and sink to the bottom of the lake until he found a new body.
The lake surface split open silently, and the two Gordons seemed to merge into one.
Gordon clearly felt the heavy shadow of death. At this moment, his spirit surged with astonishing momentum, reaching the peak of the excitement of life.
He is never afraid of death, he only wants the strongest stimulation
"Boom" the moment the two sides' foreheads touched, the dark side of Gordon's spiritual world opened up