The villagers in the audience held torches, and their faces were distorted and ferocious under the firelight. "Not me!"
The girl screamed with her last strength, and tears of blood flowed from her empty eyes. "I also want to know... Who killed my mother! You have to believe me!" Her response was a burst of laughter, which was full of cruel mockery. The girl's vision began to blur as she looked at those distorted faces.
Those people gradually turned into the monsters that besieged her in Merlin that night. The same face, the same ugliness.
"Ah--!"
A scream that was too shrill to sound like a human voice erupted from the depths of Mei Huarou's throat.
In an instant, the situation changed.
Countless plum blossom branches burst out of the ground, like poisonous snakes that came alive, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and accurately pierced the throat of every villager.
Screams came and went, and then quickly fell silent.
Corpses fell one after another, fallen torches ignited firewood, and flames shot into the sky.
In the firelight, the girl lowered her head and remained silent.
The world is quiet.
The heavy rain poured down without warning, extinguishing the blazing fire and washing away the blood on the ground. An old man in white clothes followed the blue bird named Hope and walked over through the bloody water.
Mei Huarou slowly raised her head, and the rain and blood mixed together and slid down her face.
She looked at the old man. Sometimes his face looked like a kind-hearted elder, and sometimes he looked like a twisted and terrifying monster. She couldn't tell the difference anymore.
"Are you... A human or a monster?"
Her voice was as light as a gust of wind.
"Kill me."
The old man didn't answer.
He just pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the sword light flashed,
Purpose: Big heroine
