Chapter 139

May be aware of the threat of death.

The girl screamed, or some evil thing attached to her soul turned into a spirit body composed of dim smoke, struggling to escape from the body.

Suddenly.

Under Cole's gaze.

The girl's expression is a little more complex micro expression that only people can make. It may be the fear of death and the unknown, or liberation and hope.

Struggling to say, "kill... Me..."

At the same time.

Her movements trembled as if she were resisting some force in her body.

Dip your fingertips with the blood on the bullet hole on your forehead, as if to prove something, and smear it on Cole's face.

The next moment.

Cold and ruthless once again occupied her pupils.

Like a beast, roaring and struggling.

"Cole --"

The overlapping voice is as hoarse as an old woman, and as decadent as the sound from the depths of hell.

In this short moment.

The girl's eyes separate, become double pupils and overlap again.

These sons of bitches

In an instant, what he saw in the seventh vision made it difficult for cole to restrain his roaring anger, and his expression became more and more ferocious.

The moment you release your right hand.

Holding a dagger, violence pierced the girl's heart.

Pull it out.

It's not blood flowing out.

But countless maggots spread and devoured the girl's lifeless body.

At the same time.

The overflowing evil power erodes the carriage and stinks.

Carl finally got rid of his bondage and sat down on the ground. If he didn't hold his teeth, he almost fainted.

Hardy helped him up and sat down in the seat.

Penny and Cole walked over. The blonde's handsome face had been distorted to the beginning of abstraction. The bean big cold sweat was like rain.

Even soaked his clothes.

Cole took off his coat and Penny took it and wrapped it around Carl.

He took out his machete and pressed his broken arm on the table. "Carl, are you ready?"

Hardy tore off the sleeve of his coat and stuffed it into Carl's mouth. He put his arm around his shoulder and frowned. "We have to do this. We'll be there soon."

Carl turned white and trembled. He closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Cole took a deep breath and activated the blood flame.

Cut off the left forearm that has been pressed into meat.

The blood flame burns the wounds and blood vessels, so as not to bleed and die of infection.

"Well -"

With cotton in his mouth, Carl stared round and his voice even broke.

Later, Cole took out a white shirt that he had never worn and threw in the equipment warehouse, tore it into cloth strips and temporarily bandaged his wound.

Finish all this.

come back.

But I saw the passengers in the next carriage, all crowded in front of the door and window, staring at the scene.

The previous conductor hurried to evacuate the passengers.

Pushing aside the door, he looked frightened and uneasy. He stood in the violent cold wind and shouted to the four people, "come here, it's too cold there!"

Fortunately, the last carriage for four people.

The damage caused by witches is very limited.

Help Carl up.

With the help of a male passenger, get him over first, and then the three jump over the damaged car connection.

There are not many passengers inside, about ten people.

Place Carl.

The male passenger who helped looked at the others and was the first to clap his hands.

Others followed suit.

An old woman hugged penny and said with a smile, "well done, young man."

"Is that a witch?"

The male passenger shook hands with Hardy. The little man smiled reluctantly and said, "it may be complicated..."

Looking back at Carl, he said to the conductor, "is there a doctor on the train?"

"I'll help you find it on the radio."

"Thank you. If you can, arrange the passengers here to other carriages. I'm afraid there will be danger."

A conversation.

All passengers leave the carriage.

Not long after the broadcast, a middle-aged male doctor with eyes simply treated Carl's wound.

Five fifty in the morning.

The snowstorm outside the window became more and more violent.

On the seat.

Carl turned pale, his hand trembled slightly, and his feet were full of cigarette butts.

Facing the unknown dangerous journey.

Even Hardy, who has always been optimistic, can't be optimistic.

Penny broke the silence and said, "cole, that girl... Doesn't seem to be a witch."

"Want to know?"

Nod.

Hardy shook his legs wildly while smoking and frowned. "What else can it be if it's not a witch?"

Cole put his hands on the table and said, "grab my hands and close your eyes."

Carl hesitated and put his last hand on it.

Close your eyes slowly.

After a brief darkness.

The line of sight is like a water curtain.

He found himself standing in a luxurious house with Hardy and Penny beside him.

"Hardy, this is..."

"I don't know."

Penny frowned. "Seventh vision..."

The same talent and sequence power, used by different people, will also have different intensity differences.

Through the seventh vision, taking some object as the medium to build illusory perception for others requires a very strong soul as support

Just thought of it.

But I saw a tramp in rags brought into the house by a couple.

Picture fast forward.

About the girl's past, flying across in their perception.

Until the irresistible force pushes them out of illusory perception.

open one 's eyes.

"Can I help him..."

Hardy hit the table with his fist and said angrily, "those son of a bitch! I * * his family! If I catch him, I must find a hundred male horses to fuck him!

Shit, that's what people can do?!

Beast! Worse than beast! "

Penny took a deep breath and said nothing.

Carl frowned and looked out of the window with a surprisingly calm tone.

"This is a reality, Hardy. As far as I know, many guys in the upper class of the Empire have this hobby.

I just didn't expect it to be so serious.

And... Can the Nord order have artificial witches? "

without doubt.

With the blood as the medium, Cole showed them what he saw at that moment.

A wandering girl full of hope and beauty for the future.

Tortured madly by evil believers, he was dragged into the abyss of evil bit by bit.

Until the end.

Using her soul as a container, she imprisoned the devil, was controlled and made into a human weapon of the Nord order.

However.

Until the end of life.

She still did not give up the last kindness in her heart, fought against the devil, and pinned hope and beauty on the future.

The moment the heart was pierced by the wings of the angel of death.

Maybe it's an illusion.

Perhaps it is the good people who never give in to evil.

Cole saw a light called hope in the girl's gradually lax eyes.

She is neither a witch nor a devil. She exists between the two, a poor child tortured by pain.

At the same time, he is an ordinary person who is extremely strong and tries his best to disperse the darkness with his noble soul.

Although Carl and Penny didn't yell like Hardy, the anger in their eyes could not be hidden anyway.

Trish delier.

She's just one of them.

I can't imagine how many homeless children and innocent people died under the torture of the Nord order and failed to support the day when they became the container of the devil.

Even more unimaginable.

What more bastard things do those evil believers hiding in the top of the demon hunting group do!