Those who were hurt by me, those who died tragically, priests, nuns, and believers, I deserve to pay the price for my cruel behavior. No one is a winner in this tragedy. I was manipulated by delirium and committed an unforgivable crime.
The noisy residents in front of the gallows also want revenge because of pain, so I understand them. The only regret is that I have not recovered my memory, and I don't know my past or even my name.
The leader with a disgusting form raised the Book of Mold. I guess they were nearing the end of their attack on me and were ready to hang me. Because this leader was walking towards me and wanted to execute this terrible devil with his own hands. The Book of Mold
The dim light flickered strangely, and the crazy blood flowing in my veins beat again, giving me the illusion of memories.
It's just that this time it's a completely different scene. There are no storms, waves, ships, or sailors that I am familiar with. I stand on the steady and heavy land, with the calm harbor behind me. Young women are holding their children, and they are wearing skirts made of cheap fabrics.
But the tailoring is very particular
A gust of wind blew, and the skirt and long silky hair were flying like doves. I held down my wide-brimmed hat, squatted down and rubbed my cheek against the little girl: "I'm not at home, remember to listen to my mother." Then I stood up and watched.
Woman: "Stop weaving by the oil lamp late at night."
"You should tell yourself." The gentle woman was helpless and worried, "Do you have to go? The radio said that a hurricane is raging on the route..." I kissed her cheek, "This batch of goods must be sent.
Don't worry, we'll get around the hurricane."
"You can ask for leave or refuse, and the crew will not say anything about you..." I stopped my wife's concern and said in a serious voice: "I am the first mate. Even if the ship is missing the captain, I cannot be missing."
In the end, my wife couldn't resist me and reluctantly tucked up my shirt, kissed me back on the cheek, and watched me step onto the wooden bridge. I urged the crew members who were handling the cargo at the port to speed up, boarded my ship and came to the deck.
I saw two figures, one big and one small, still standing at the port.
"Come home safely, dear!"
"I will make your favorite pumpkin pie with mom."
The sea breeze carried a faint cry, so I took off my hat and tucked it under my arm, waving goodbye to my wife and children.
I woke up from my memories. The vast sea turned into a depressing cave, the busy dock workers and sailors turned into cold mycelial silhouettes, and the mast beside me turned into an approaching strange shadow. I suddenly realized that I had committed a horrific murder.
There is no way they would keep me alive. Before that, of course I was prepared to accept the price of punishment, but now that I have recovered more memories, I don’t want to do that...
I want to live...I want to go back.
The outline of mycelium stopped in front of me. I didn't want to hurt him, but I had no choice. I broke free of the mycelium rope that restrained me, rushed towards the leader who was completely unprepared to be attacked, and tightly strangled his neck with my arms.
, moved towards the gallows, "I just want to go home! Let me leave! I won't kill him!" I threatened the approaching mycelium, but they did not move away, as if their language turned into a harsh and noisy buzz.
Ming, they also sound disorganized when I say it.
However, as I carried the leader away from the gallows and rushed into the crowd, they still backed away. I led the leader to the edge, where there was a wide and sticky road, flowing with unclean things, as if it led to the deep cracks of the ocean.
The river where I am. That is my escape route. As long as I can jump into the river, I can quickly get away from this town with my water ability. Doing so may bring indelible scars to this town, but I have no choice...
…
I almost succeeded. But just as I held the leader hostage and moved along the channel leading to the dirty river that was revealed by the retreating crowd, the leader I controlled suddenly collapsed and melted, like a plant in a sticky lake infected with blight.
The filthy black mycelium is wrapping around me. What can be imagined is that the leader is at this moment
Holding me tightly, preventing me from leaving and letting the residents rush in. He is a hero, I must admit this. "Let me go... I don't want to hurt you! I will get out of here!" I shouted to the leader and around me.
, but the originally dispersed passages were blocked by mycelium again, symbolizing that the escape exit disappeared.
I could feel my heart beating violently with my anger and unwillingness. The crazy blood flowing through my body gradually made me go to extremes and fall into an abyss of madness. I grabbed the leader's exposed throat and pulled out the adhering hyphae.
The ridge pillars, using the terrifying ridge pillars as weapons
The weapon was waving, and in my opinion, I just snatched the leader's cane. The leader who lost his cane fell, so I stopped holding on to the leader and let the poor old man go. And because I lost the hostage, more and more people
The hyphae holding on to the rotten light are approaching me.
They should take revenge on me as the executioner, but there is a reason why I can't just surrender. I wave my spine to beat the people who are approaching me. I can imagine that when the strong walnut wood falls down, people scream and cover their injured areas and fall.
Next. But Yuanyuan
People kept crowding in, and the river bank, which was only a dozen meters away, was like a natural chasm to me. The endless entanglement made me increasingly impatient, and I no longer focused on driving them away, but became more and more fierce.
His disgusting head was smashed.
But there were too many residents. Gradually, I gradually became exhausted under the siege of people. My skin was torn by hyphae, and my body was red and swollen. The blood of madness accelerated, and I was once again confused about the difference between reality and delirium.
The thing that beat me staggering and almost fainted was not a resident, but a vicious and twisted alien. The thing that jumped on my back and bit me was not a child, but a deformed dwarf hyphae monster. What was splashed was not blood, but a sticky body.
of pus.
"You're not human, are you?"
After an unimaginable battle, my body covered with wounds seemed to be covered with mycelium, and I finally stepped onto the soft soil on the river bank. I used my last strength to throw my cane at the people behind me, and jumped into the rotten river, covered by the sticky and dark water.
The river rolls downstream.
It’s just that my judgment was a little wrong. In the dark cave where the suspicious moss exuded fluorescence, I moved towards the depths of the town. Ancient, dilapidated stone houses stood quietly on both sides of the river bank, as if they were sneering and mocking me for hurting this town. The river of darkness did not bring it.
I left, but it took me to the center of the town, into a pool that was like an abyss with no light coming out.
I forgot about "a lake in the center of a town" in my mind. I was paranoid and had to think that this was a nest of evil monsters, so that I would not be overwhelmed by the cold and cruel truth. I tried to climb ashore, but the river pulled and stopped me.
I leave the viscous river of energy-sucking filth. I bite it, tear it apart, and escape the river of darkness that will never see the light of day.
