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Chapter 257 A Story About Miracles
A long time ago, an isolated village welcomed an unprecedented visitor.

The man looked strange, half man, half goat.He is humorous and likes wine. He brings pure spring water and high-quality honey to the villagers. He makes wine for the villagers with his unique secret recipe, so that people can enjoy good wine.

On the wedding day, his wife was hanged from a dead tree. Since then, he and his wife have become a taboo in the village.

People are still drinking and enjoying the fine wine, but they turn a blind eye to this man, and turn a blind eye to the death of his wife...

And one day,
Bright red blood suddenly flowed from the sealed mead barrel...

Bernice's body was cold.

The carrion in front of her was hanging from the beam, but it had no head.

And the voice telling the story came from beside her head.

Bernice froze, the bed under her body was wet, and half of the bed was wet with the girl's cold sweat.

The rotting corpse hanging from the beam seemed to be a few inches ahead of before.

Bernice felt that the head beside the pillow seemed to be showing a creepy smile in the dark.

She couldn't move her whole body. It was like what people often say is a ghost pressing the bed. The difference is that there is really a ghost pressing her bed.

Bernice seemed to be frozen all over, her breathing was stuck, and a feeling of suffocation wrapped around her neck.

And the rotting corpse hanging on the beam of the house approached little by little, as if moving in a horizontal direction.

Every time it moved forward, a few putrid pieces fell off its body, making it hard to tell whether those were the clothes on the corpse or the flesh and blood that had already rotted on the corpse.

And the head next to the pillow laughed more and more in the darkness.

Bernice's beautiful black hair slowly changed in the smile of her head.

A strand of hair floated upward from the bed.

In the darkness, more and more hairs floated up. Bernice would never have imagined that her usual long hair was wriggling like worms in mid-air.

The strands of hair sank slowly, and the tips of the hair touched her neck, and began to twist and tighten.

Bernice's face was full of horror, she tried to struggle, but found that her body did not listen to any commands.

She was crushed by ghosts.

More and more strands of hair wrapped around Bernice's neck, the carrion of the beam was getting closer and closer, the dead wreath was extremely terrifying in the dark, it seemed that the carrion was about to exchange places with Bernice, Bernice was hanged on the beam as a scapegoat.

Despair is approaching step by step.

The feeling of suffocation welled up in her throat, and Bernice watched the hair become tighter and tighter, and her body was involuntarily lifted by her own hair.

Bernice's mouth opened wide instinctively, but no matter how she inhaled, the air that could flow into her lungs became less and less.

She could not utter a word, not even a sound, and could only wait for herself to be hanged like a carrion.

Waiting...to become another ghost...

Boom, boom.

At this time... a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Her hair stopped moving.

The rotting corpse was inexplicably frozen in place, motionless.

The head on the pillow showed a puzzled look.

After a while, amidst the creaking sound, the wooden door was slowly pushed open.

A blond woman walked into the room as if no one else was around.

At that moment, the carrion twisted at an angle of 180 degrees in mid-air, and suddenly raised its chest in a twisted posture. Countless black crows suddenly burst out of the chest, and went straight to Solamus who stepped into the room.

Those bloodthirsty crows were like the most terrifying nightmare, they screamed and wanted to tear pieces of flesh and blood from the saint's body alive.

The moment the crow pounced on Soramus.

The figure disappeared out of thin air, as if it never existed.

Bernice stared at the scene in front of her in astonishment, and the head next to her slowly revealed a puzzled expression.

Suddenly, Bernice suddenly felt that the hair on her neck was slowly loosening.

Exactly... what happened.

She turned her head away slowly.

I saw a blond girl flashing to the side of the bed, lifting the head casually,

She whispered to it:
"Let me tell a story about a miracle...

The face of the rotting corpse's head slowly became distorted, and then showed horror.

The carrion hanging from the beam suddenly jumped off the rope and rushed out of the room, and the head in Soramus's hand turned into a black mist in an instant and fled out of here in a surge.

Bernice looked at everything in front of her in shock.

Soramus turned his head and showed her a gentle smile.

Then, the figure of Soramus disappeared out of thin air again.

In the coastal city-state under curfew, all the streets and alleys are shrouded in darkness.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, this is the life of countless people.

On the empty street, a rotting corpse hugged its head and ran forward in a distorted and funny posture.

This female ghost, who has been a disaster for decades, is now out of her mind and in a panic.

She kept running, jumping abruptly from the ground onto the city wall. Hundreds of crows circled in mid-air, crying anxiously and in a panic.

The face of the rotting corpse was terrified and terrified, with its mouth open, as if it was talking about something.

She had never seen such a terrifying woman.

The woman was able to come to the door quietly under his nose, and after a while, suddenly grabbed him, and he didn't notice it until she spoke.

As long as she fled back to the dense forest she occupied, as long as she had the protection of her husband, that woman would never be able to attack her!

The female ghost ran away desperately, and she was approaching the dense forest step by step.

Not long after, the female ghost finally crashed into the dense forest, and she saw the familiar warning sign.

I can't detect the woman's aura, maybe the woman can't catch up with me, maybe the woman is afraid of her husband in the dense forest.

The female ghost walked in the dense forest with intertwined branches, and the path under her feet was twisted and twisted.

The dense forest in front of him was dark and unclear, and the heavy dead air leaked from every strange tree, and the road under his feet was overgrown with weeds, leading to the dark depths of the forest.

The female ghost walked through the road in the dense forest, and gradually, anxiety appeared on the rotten head.

In the past few decades, she has left the dense forest several times, and she is already familiar with this area.

However, at this moment, in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, the female ghost feels that the road under her feet is getting longer and more complicated.

Slowly, a chill appeared on her back.

She felt the panic that Bernice felt when she stepped into the dense forest.

The female ghost walked hurriedly, and she crushed the dead branches under her feet.

It was clearly the most familiar place, but she seemed to be trapped in a fog of confusion.

squeak...

The female ghost lowered her head, her empty eyes staring at the things under her feet in astonishment.

That was a warning sign...

She went back to the exit.

A moment later, in her ear,

A voice resounded out of nowhere,
"Let me tell a story about a miracle..."

　Four thousand today, more tomorrow (tears)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)