Chapter 365: Singing
"I have a very strange disease."
The woman showed Wang Jin the cracks on her body, with irresolvable sadness on her face.
"Since I was six years old, my skin has been constantly cracking and bleeding, and then it has become ulcerated due to infection and cannot heal."
"It's almost like dying, right? There's even a faint rancid smell."
The woman smiled self-deprecatingly and explained the origin of the fragrance.
"What's even more unfortunate is that this is a genetic disease."
"After my father passed away due to illness, my mother couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide."
"All that's left to us is a manor and the wilderness."
Wang Jin sighed and gently helped the woman put on her clothes.
These things have happened before, and have even resulted in bitter consequences.
Azi is like this, and so is this woman.
There's not much he can do.
"Fortunately, he never abandoned me."
The woman nodded and showed a somewhat forced smile to Wang Jin.
"He works very hard. He goes hunting and chops firewood every day. He even takes care of the housework."
"I want to help, but my body can't do anything. Even sleeping on a smaller bed will make me scarred."
"Later...he asked me to play the piano and sing, and said it would make him feel better."
Having said this, she lowered her head slightly, her tone full of regret.
"If I could have seen how much pressure he was under, maybe it wouldn't have ended like this."
"This is not your problem."
Wang Jin sighed and spoke softly.
"Being under pressure is not a reason to hurt others. There is no need to blame yourself for it."
"Even if some people are humiliated, they still can't bear to retaliate against those who hurt them."
The young man gently rubbed Ah Zi's head, feeling the warmth coming from her body.
"If he killed people in the first place in order to study flesh and blood to cure you, then what happened later?"
"Even now, he still hasn't stopped and even trapped you here, isn't he?"
Wang Jin sighed and looked at the woman.
He now understood the purpose of those traps.
Poisonous blood mist, countless hidden weapons capable of destroying the body, and those disgusting skeletal dolls.
They turned the entire third floor into a cage, trapping this kind woman forever.
"The Feast has been completely lost."
"I...I don't allow you to say that about him."
The woman frowned, with a bit of anger on her face.
But soon, she lowered her head.
"How long has it been since he visited you?"
Wang Jin sighed and asked this question.
Judging from the dusty door handle, this time will definitely not be short.
The woman was stunned for a moment, as if her whole body had been struck by lightning.
"Forty years...fifty years?"
She muttered softly, her voice becoming increasingly blurry.
This question is destined to have no answer.
But she already had the answer in her heart.
"I tried to stop him."
After a moment of silence, she spoke again.
"I tried to stop him when I first discovered all this, but it was of no use."
"He asked me to just play the piano and sing and not worry about anything else."
"If it were before, I would have felt that my brother was very considerate."
"But after knowing everything, this sentence just makes my hair stand on end."
"I can't resist."
"I once tried to seek justice from those nobles, but when they appeared on the second floor in formal attire, everything seemed so ridiculous."
"I once stabbed his heart with a knife, but the figure would appear in front of me unscathed the next day."
"'You just have to keep singing,' that's what he said at the time."
"My brother has gradually become my nightmare, and there is nothing I can do about it."
"Feel sorry."
The woman lowered her eyes, like a child who had done something wrong.
"When the doctor came, I was so happy that it was all over."
"But he just brought that crazy skill with him."
"So when I see you, I don't dare to make any more mistakes."
"Ah...I understand."
Wang Jin nodded and said nothing more.
Cannibalism, power struggle, flesh and blood.
None of this can be changed by a woman suffering from illness.
Just like the feast said.
She could only keep singing.
"It doesn't matter, I'm here now."
Wang Jin waved his hand, sweeping away the dull atmosphere.
"I came here to do only three things."
"Killing the feast, killing the feast, fucking killing the feast."
The young man looked at the giggling woman and smiled.
"As for you, Miss Ye Ying."
He spoke softly and called the woman's name.
"Keep singing."
This chapter has been completed!