from Xingyuan

Chapter 244 101. The Secret Call

My aunt was pregnant at the time, and was dragged out of the water tank by the Tianhuan people by her hair. The Tianhuan people picked up her belly with a samurai sword and brutally killed her together with the fetus. They cheered and sang happy songs, It seems that something amazing has been done.

Yawen held down Dai Sijia's head tightly and covered her mouth. They shrank into the wall and buried themselves with bricks.The Tianhuan people wreaked havoc at the house for five or six days before leaving. By that time, the two of them were already dying of hunger. When they climbed out, they only saw the ruins completely burned by the flames.

Even so, the Tianhuan people still refused to give up. They used half of the living room as a battlefield, fighting against the guerrillas of the Rose Army. Bullets flew past their heads. They crawled forward in the mud and gunpowder smoke, ignoring everything on, just with green eyes, stuffing everything that smells edible into his mouth.

Leather shoes, bones, charcoal, grass ash, ants, mice, crows, maggots—if the gunpowder hadn't been poisonous, they would have almost eaten Octogen, and even so, they were still hungry.

Finally, Dai Sijia fell first.

"Sister, dad is here, and I saw mom... Alkaline water noodles, white rice porridge, pork strips... I really want to eat."

Her petite body fell into the mud and gradually stopped shaking. At the last moment, her voice suddenly became very clear:
"Sister, I don't need to eat anymore, it's time for you to be full."

What was reflected in her eyes was not the eyes of humans, but the eyes of beasts.

Hunger, greed, bloodthirsty.

—No, those are not the eyes of some beast.

Yawen raised her hand and covered her left eye.

"That's my eye..."

It was me who killed my sister.

That sinful memory flooded her mind, reality and memories intertwined, the familiar cold and hunger blurred time and space, and Yawen couldn't tell for a moment whether she was in the outside world or the battlefield of her childhood.

"... Jiajia."

But the only thing that is certain is that she has lost Scarlett both then and now.

Suddenly, Yawen stopped in her tracks, and a flash of understanding flashed through her dim golden-green eyes.

"Yeah...why do I have to live?"

Twelve years ago, I had no choice but to kill Dai Sijia in order to survive, but Dai Sijia turned into a ghost and began to protect herself after death.

Twelve years later, I set foot on other people's land again, and I was about to point my guns at those innocent Gulantes, just to keep myself alive.

"I, in fact, shouldn't be alive anymore."

Standing in the wind and snow outside, she murmured:

"Dad, I'm sorry, I killed my sister, I'm sorry, Dad... I can't save you, and I can't save Shuang Plating either. I'm not qualified to do so."

People like me are not qualified to live.

Yawen took off the cloak, and the red and black Esha was like a burn, spreading from the right eye to the entire side of the face, and the rolled red and black flesh and blood threads were like thousands of tentacles, as if they had self-consciousness, they were constantly entangled and curled.

"It's long overdue for me to end this sinful life."

She opened her arms and lay straight on the ground, staring blankly at the red-black sky, giving up all thoughts of struggle, letting the cold and evil constantly weaken her life.

There is no point of light in the gloomy world, even the hypocritical sun can't see it. She died here, no one cares about her, no one cares about her, she is forgotten by the whole world, and no one will miss her.

Yawen thought: That's it.

At least, I won't hurt any innocent people anymore.

The body temperature kept passing, but she didn't show any signs of death. At this time, she could still feel the body temperature rising continuously, and the coldness transformed into a feeling of extreme heat, but she lost the ability to shiver, and the high fever made her Her consciousness was blurred, she couldn't make out anything in her mind, she just collapsed on the ground, motionless.

"……it's a pity."

In the dark, she seemed to hear a voice whispering:
"It's a pity to cut off this gift when you've only just stepped into the realm of evolution."

[Who?Who's there? ]
Just as Yawen spoke, she suddenly realized that she was not using her vocal cords to speak, but was using her own soul to directly resonate with the existence far away.

"You have the talent, you meet the quality, and you paid the price - it's a sin not to use you."

[who are you? ! ]
The strange thing is that she never knew this technique, but just for a moment, she understood its principle and essence without a teacher.

"You don't need to know my existence, my existence is a secret, the truth is meaningless to you."

The ethereal voice couldn't distinguish any features, but Yawen instinctively felt that the owner of the voice must be a woman, and a kind and loving mother.

[You are using some kind of power to bind my soul... what is this?Why do I feel so close to you, a complete stranger, who I have never met? ]
In response to Yawen's question, there was only one sentence of unclear meaning:

"I have three speakers, thirteen councilors, 72 juries, 660 six citizens."

speaker?MP?jury?citizen?

what is this?
Yawen asked blankly:
[What do you mean by that? ]
That erratic and secretive existence, just like declaring the truth, said to her:

"Now, you make me a member of parliament."

Before Yawen could react, the next moment, a strange word appeared in her mind for no reason:
"【tailor】."

she says.

Afterwards, Yawen showed a weird and bewildered expression. She raised her hand, as if she felt something in her body that had been permanently changed.

She felt bad in her heart, and quickly stood up again. The red and black eyes suddenly began to expand rapidly. The severe pain caused Yawen to kneel down all of a sudden, and the skin all over her body became pale. Esha, proliferating rapidly like flesh and blood, gradually formed sharp tentacles.

"Esha...uhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

She raised her hand, and the fingertips were divided into two, with spiral nerve tentacles popping up in the middle,

Ersha, began to accelerate the infection, turning her into a monster.

"The curse is coming."

For more than ten years, the crimes that have been buried deep in my heart have been exposed. Under the skin of a good girl, there is a monster that ate her own sister.

That taboo curse, like my sister's nightmare, has been haunting me.

I am not qualified to live at all, I am not qualified, I am not qualified, I am not qualified...

There was a deep scar on Yawen's neck, which was filled with eyeballs, and her hair gradually withered. She lay on the ground, and the blue mist of abandonment kept oozing out from her mouth. Escaping outward.

"Yawen, according to the agreement, you will have the same surname as your mother, and you will inherit her tenderness and strength."

The back of his father Davidin gradually drifted away.

— but you did nothing.

"Our little Yawen is going to be a sister too. This is your sister, Jiajia. You have to protect her well."

Mother turned her head away, unwilling to look at her in disgust.

—you ate her instead.

"I'm sorry, Yawen, if the eldest brother is a girl, he can work in a company and support the family, and we can only rely on you."

The older brother with a wry smile passed her by like a passerby.

—You have not revived our family at all.

"Okay, okay, you can count as my company, good sister, how am I feeling?"

The grinning Dai Sijia grabbed her neck, but he could no longer see her face clearly.

—she won't forgive you yet, ah, yes, how can she forgive you!

The figures of many close and important people have left me.However, unexpectedly, she saw a figure she had never thought of.

"On this planet, you are a unique existence to me. Once lost, it will be difficult to find again."

The face of the handsome man with black hair and gray eyes is close at hand. That powerful charm is firmly engraved in his heart, and he will never forget it. He said to himself very seriously:
"Live."

Li Aoz said so.

"Your existence is very important to me. No matter what, you must ensure your own safety and live well. Don't die in any corner. I can't find it."

Yawen's dark vision was suddenly illuminated by sunlight.

Almost everyone has no hope of living as 'Yawen Heskissing'. She is the eldest daughter, sister, pillar, and sinner, but Yawen is the only one.

Only Li Ozi sincerely asked her to live.

Yawen dug her fingers into the sand, and her split eyes slowly focused, forming cross-shaped pupils.

"I...I can't die yet."

There is another person who wants to live by himself.

At the very least, Li Aoz had to deny his own value and no longer need himself to die, and I had to live to die.

I am still human, as long as I am still needed by others, I am still human, and I still have reasons to live.

Even if only Li Ozi is willing to affirm the meaning of my life, I will live.

Using both hands and feet, Yawen slowly climbed up. She was carrying a deformed head like antlers, and the flesh and blood on her body rotted and fell off inch by inch, leaving only the desire for life in her golden-green eyes.

'I, have to live. '

She straightened up, her hands turned into bat-like membranous wings, she staggered a few steps, and fell heavily again.

No way... The cold wind froze, and this deformed body couldn't resist the cold, so it couldn't move at all.

Frost and snow covered her body, and Yawen's life gradually came to an end.

has it ended?

It lowered its head, but the desire for life in its eyes became even stronger.

It flapped its claws, squirmed forward, and rubbed against its body little by little.

Even if you want to climb, you have to climb to Li Aoz's side and ask him if you are still needed.

Until then, never die—

pat.

In its dim and blurred vision, a boot suddenly stepped down.

"Are you... a member of parliament? If [the bell ringer] didn't wake me up forcibly, I really don't want to meet any member of parliament here."

A young-sounding man's voice sounded, and immediately after, Yawen saw a face of a young man with a rough face, which was different from any ethnicity in Azure Star - the man had short blond hair, aqua blue eyes, and a beard. He speaks with a strange accent.

He was dressed like a man from the age of the steam industry. He was tall, at least 1.9 meters tall, with vicissitudes and impatience on his face that did not match his appearance.

"Beforehand, don't try to thank me, I was forced."

Seeing Yawen looking at him in confusion, the man casually took out a test tube filled with dreamlike silver medicine from his pocket, opened the stopper, and sprinkled the blood-like liquid on Yawen:

"Welcome to society, poor hapless bastard."

The white blood merged into her body, and Yawen didn't feel any changes, but when she regained consciousness, suddenly, the whole world became a little different. Her spine began to produce blood rapidly, and her body was filled with a kind of power that was different from spiritual power, but far away. With soul power stronger than spiritual power, the deformity on her body was quickly cured, withered hair hanging down on her pale skin, showing a lifeless whiteness.

"Cough-cough-!"

Yawen coughed violently twice, spit out a mouthful of red and black blood clots, and then stood up suddenly. She raised her head, and her golden-green eyes looked at the tall man in horror:
"……Who are you?"

"A coward who has been hiding for countless years, but can't escape his fate."

The man's tone was very sad:

"My name is Igor Matthews, Miss Congressman. You can call me [Sailor]."

(End of this chapter)