Chapter 591
Just then, the silver rune on the black rune stone in front of her began to shine with a silvery light.
“Damn it!!! You actually succeeded! Damn it!!! Let me out!!! Overseer!!! Overseer!!! Why did you lock me up with a madman!!!”
“I have never betrayed the God of Death! I was deceived in the most disgusting way! Overseer!!!”
The man felt a disturbance behind him and began to shake the iron door with all his might, creating a loud clamor that echoed hauntingly in the depths of the dungeon.
As she watched the rune stone ignite with silver flames, the woman’s deep brown pupils began to glaze over.
Did it... succeed?
But... is this really the right thing to do?
A look of anguish crossed her face, and even she seemed to regret the desperate choice she had made.
Whoosh—
The silver flames erupted before her, almost illuminating the entire cell.
A young girl’s figure slowly emerged from the silver fire.
The woman’s vision began to blur; she stretched out her hand toward the light with all her strength and said, “Please... save... my... family...”
“I’m willing to use... my... life and soul as... a sacrifice...”
But before she could finish her words, she had already lost all her strength and fainted.
Meanwhile, the figure of Xia'er, who had just stepped out of the flames, was still in a daze as her senses returned.
The pain of being burned by the silver flames, the solitude of being trapped in endless darkness... No matter how many times Xia'er experienced this, she would never grow accustomed to it...
The sound of iron bars clanging, the woman’s weak pleas, the man’s desperate cries behind her... All these noises made Xia'er’s temples throb painfully.
Yet she still tried her best to match this familiar language in her mind, correlating it with the language that had been instilled in her.
This instilled language was not like the Ancient Ansu and Pharos languages Xia'er had learned, which she could call upon at any time; it felt more like “loading a language pack,” requiring her to adapt slowly over time.
Finally, Xia'er matched the language in her mind with the words around her and understood their meaning.
Nostor language... which translates to “language of mourning” in Ansu.
Unlike the Lurye language of the Abyss, this language seemed to have two sets of pronunciations... Xia'er had yet to grasp the distinction between them.
As the silver flames dissipated, Xia'er slowly lowered her head to look at the young woman lying unconscious on the ground, clutching the rune stone.
She appeared to be around twenty years old, her hands and face covered in strange runes, her hair completely gone, revealing a horrific scar on her scalp that had already scabbed over... She looked like a corpse that had long since died.
As Xia'er followed the line of the woman’s head downwards, her brow furrowed slightly.
This woman... the flesh and clothing on her chest had already rotted away, exposing large patches of eerie white bone—there were no internal organs present.
Yet Xia'er could distinctly feel that the woman was still alive... This sensation was reminiscent of when she saw Niya, a feeling akin to being deeply corroded by a potion.
Is this the self she summoned? But she seemed so weak, as if she were on the brink of death.
However...
Xia'er slowly turned to look at the man who was still making a ruckus.
Noticing Xia'er’s gaze, the man scrambled into the corner of the cell, his face filled with terror as he lowered his head, seemingly afraid to meet her eyes.
Xia'er noticed that the man’s hands were nearly rotting, the flesh hanging off the bones, emitting a foul odor... She even saw a maggot wriggling in the decaying flesh.
While it is possible for living flesh to rot, it was unlikely to decay to such an extent... This was clearly the hand of a dead man.
Yet the man was indeed still alive, just not breathing...
What, then, kept him alive?
Xia'er pondered the language in her mind for a moment before addressing the still-conscious man, “What happened to her?”
She pointed toward the woman and asked the man across from her.
Xia'er also realized that she seemed to be in a cell; the iron bars were not anything special, and she felt that even without switching her save, she could easily twist the seemingly decaying bars apart.
Hearing a language she could understand come from Xia'er’s mouth, and without the usual piercing pain in his brain upon hearing it, the man was taken aback and cautiously looked up at her.
“By the God of Death...” the man murmured, astonished that he was seeing someone who had not been blessed by the God of Death for the first time in his long life.
Living flesh... so delicious...
His pupils began to bleed and ooze, madness instantly consuming all his reason and thought. He charged toward Xia'er as if he didn’t even see the iron bars!
Bang!
His head slammed violently against the iron bars, blood and viscera splattering everywhere, fragments of skull and brain matter flowing down the bars, yet he continued to ram into them like a madman.
His hoarse screams transformed into the second set of pronunciations of the mourning language, which Xia'er had previously failed to comprehend, sounding sharp and grating, sending waves of mental anguish through her.
“Blood!!! Give me blood!!!”
Bang—!
Bang—!
The man continued to batter the iron bars, his facial bones completely shattered yet he showed no signs of stopping...
Xia'er watched as the man descended into madness, repeatedly crashing into the bars until only the lower half of his head remained, his vocal cords utterly destroyed, producing only meaningless gasps.
The man’s movements gradually slowed, dark red, viscous blood flowing down his body until he finally collapsed into a pool of blood, his hands still reaching out toward Xia'er...
Xia'er simply observed this scene calmly, making no move, quietly contemplating.
One piece of good news, one piece of bad news.
The good news was that she was not in the Abyss this time; she was likely on the surface.
The bad news was that the “people” on the surface would go mad upon seeing her.
Her blood seemed to hold a fatal allure for them...
Blood, huh...
Xia'er glanced at the unconscious woman who had summoned her.
With a flash of silver light, Xia'er drew out the “Deadly Blood Roland” and made a small cut on her wrist with the blade.
Blood flowed down the sharp edge of the Deadly Blood Roland, and Xia'er pressed the tip against the woman’s lips, watching as her blood trickled down the blade into the woman’s mouth.
One drop... two drops...
When the third drop of blood fell into the woman’s mouth, she began to change.
Her once hollow body rapidly began to heal, lungs, heart, blood vessels, hair... everything was regenerating frantically and swiftly, as if through a high-level “Physician” pathway.
The rotting body blossomed with new flesh, the skin becoming as smooth as a baby’s, and the woman’s spirit seemed to be recovering at an astonishing pace.
It was as if she sensed something, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide, instinctively extending her tongue to lick the tip of the Deadly Blood Roland.
Even when a piece of her tongue was sliced off by the sharp blade, it did not stop her from licking.
What kind of pathway is this...
Xia'er watched this strange yet oddly familiar ability unfold, and with a flash of silver light, the bloodied Roland vanished from her hand.
Meanwhile, the “Physician” potion within Xia'er began to surge, and the wound on her wrist felt itchy, rapidly healing and scabbing over.
The woman before Xia'er seemed to have lost her soul, instinctively licking her lips, but gradually, she appeared to regain her awareness.
She slowly raised her hand to look at the rune stone in her grasp, and then, as if recalling something, she suddenly looked up and saw Xia'er across from her.
The woman’s eyes widened in horror, a terrifying impulse and thirst for blood surging in her mind, but soon, a strong will suppressed those feelings completely.
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