The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Vol 2 Chapter 613: 3 monuments

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As time passed, the hair grew longer and longer, and when curled up in the corner of the stable, the hair dragged the floor, covered with hay filth, and gave off a strong stench, like a bed of dirty cotton wool.

Whenever Taro heard the sound of the farmer's leather boots walking into the stable, she trembled, stiff and cold, and voluntarily shrank into a ball.

The man with the red beard is again. He wears a leather vest, holds a polished birch stick in his hand, and has a black whip around his belt.

Everyone on the farm knows that the birch sticks in the hands are used for beating, and the whips on the belt are used for beating obedient animals.

The black slaves on the farm suffered a lot from the stick, and even suspected that it was one of the farmer's hobbies. The whirring sound of the white wooden stick was waving, and the blow was painful, but as for bleeding or breaking bones.

Being banned from the stable, the black slave owner on the farm had a strange "thing" hidden there. But I don't know the "witch" who should be executed. Dare to ask.

The farmer only dragged the seeds to be sown to Taro in the dead of night to bless the seeds.

Next, put the seeds on the surface, but Tarot didn't move.

"What are you waiting for?" the sound of the wooden stick knocking on the empty palm.

Taro swallowed his saliva, and from the sticky hair, a pair of eyes shouted fearful eyes: "I don't have the strength...I'm not full..." She wanted to try something "more like food".

The farmer chuckled first. Using the moonlight that penetrated between the planks, Taro saw the blue veins on her forehead burst out in an instant.

Phew, snap!

Taro felt like a soldering iron had drawn on her body, screamed miserably, and her whole body stopped trembling. The force seemed stronger than ever.

Pop, pop, pop! After three more sticks, the man seemed to feel that the pain was enough, so he threw the stick and unfastened the whip from his waist.

Taro's eyes widened suddenly, trembling all over, she knelt down and begged: Please use a whip! please!

After two years of imprisonment, Yili has been stoked: the whip is used for whipping animals, and the stick is used for beating.

Just want to be able to use a stick.

But the pleading worked, the whip was raised high, and there was a whistle-like sound of breaking wind, and the whip was drawn for the first time.

That's another pain. It's like being ripped off a bunch of skin. The wailing of the night became a piece.

The farmer didn't stop until he was out of breath. Breathing freely, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Kicked the seed bag of the kick face: "How is it, are you strong?"

Taro, who was twitching in the dark, moved. The farmer tied the whip around his waist and took a few steps closer.

Darkness laughed suddenly.

The farmer frowned suspiciously: Is the woman crazy?

Taro giggled like a dreamer: "Enough...enough..."

Turning over and sitting up, his face was still red and swollen: "Severe pain can increase a little bit of divine power... that's enough."

Taro stood up abruptly as if the rope was being pulled. Standing in the dark, staring straight at the farmer, his eyes were full of emotions. Like a shaggy ghost, the farmer took a step back in shock.

First scratching his body, he made a "hissing" sound of cold air between his teeth, as if scratching the skin moss on his body in pain. His fingertips began to be covered with things, like black mud - he was "extracting" something from his body, like picking out the silk thread he saw, those things gradually condensed into a ball...

The farmer looked at everything in astonishment and moved.

That dark red mass, like a mass of black pitch, the pitch was burning charcoal red.

Like some kind of living creature, it groped its edges and seemed to want to expand. Its expanded roots were covered with sharp teeth. Every time it opened up, Taro's arm left bright red tooth marks, and blood dripped along the arm. Fall, like being bitten by a snake.

"This thing is called..."resentment"..." The charcoal red lit up Taro's dirty and black face, and stared at the mass of things in the palm of his hand obsessively, "A kind of thing that hides in the gaps in the body and bites the internal organs...

"The class wants to express it, usually with drastic means."

Fear was over the top, the farmer collapsed, turned and started to run, the sound of his boots laughing like the croaking of boots being pulled from the mud.

Taro threw the ball of charcoal red and black mud towards the back of her, the living creature smeared her back, screaming and hooked her back with tentacles covered in sharp teeth, the man was in pain, screaming and wanting to use his hands to hold the thing on his back Pulled, but resentment has quietly melted into the body.

The black silt wrapped the heart of the farmer. The heart seemed to be on fire.

The farmer fell into a huge resentment, and ran away again, grabbed the wooden stick, turned his head and rushed back.

Therefore, there was another thing suspended in Tarot's palm, a mass of slowly rotating gray fog. That gray fog can hide anything, and see through it at all.

When he was about to rush to the back, Taro threw the gray fog into his body.

""Depression"." With a smile on his face, as if giving his good things generously, "If this feeling is strong enough, it will move."

Although the gray fog is a stagnant and heavy force, it is stronger than resentment. As soon as it entered the body, it solidified in an instant and became extremely heavy, like cement that dried up in an instant, filling the space between the five internal organs, making it want to move.

Even more frightening, the resentment did not disappear from the solidified and thick gray fog. It was buried deep, repeatedly burning and stinging...

The farmer was no longer willing to raise his stick, and slumped on the ground with shortness of breath, a huge sense of despair pressing down on the ground.

Taro walked away happily, with excitement in her eyes, and pulled something out of her head. The pulsating and changing things seemed to be very stable. The **** where that thing was stuffed into. .

"'Crazy'. Newly added dude."

Like an epileptic seizure, he recoiled, his body was folded into a terrifying angle, his eyes were trying to hide to his eyelids, and all the muscles in his body were tensed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The resentment was burning, the depression was heavy, and the torture was frantic.

The long exhalation suddenly stopped, and an inhalation sound that made the scalp numb, like a strange cry. The pity-like heart was besieged by all kinds of violent and pure emotions, twitching and beating like trembling, getting weaker and weaker...

His body fell to the side, and the blood on his flushed cheeks receded, like the clouds after the sunset has completely fallen, turning black in an instant.

Taro stood beside the farmer in a relaxed manner, blinking at the man who had tortured him.

The farmer's despairing eyes stared at the void behind Tarot, where there were three giant tree-like shadows, much more than those with condensed hands.

Of those three shadows, one was burning with charcoal red, the other was a gray fog that sealed everything, and the other was beating madly.

It is like three huge monuments, standing behind a god.

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