Chapter 412 Itchy, painful, and pleasurable
‘No! ’
Mary immediately denied this conjecture in her heart, ‘He is not using his original body now, but possessing his son Sebastian’s body... Even if he has successfully awakened the fifth mark, he cannot have the ability to induce controllable deformation of other people’s flesh and blood. ’
‘Then the key to the problem... is actually in Sebastian he possessed? ’
‘Could it be that Sebastian is...’ Mary Morstan probably already has the answer in her heart.
After getting rid of the torture of the slow breath curse, her mind has been completely awakened. The current series of inner mumblings seem to be numerous, but in fact only half a second has passed in the real world.
Watson in the real world has just dealt with the revived half-lion, half-human guard, turned around and walked towards the female dancer, and the seven-toed foot has just been raised and has not yet fallen.
"Miss Mary, your moth phase?"
Watson crushed a piece of bone that had not yet been completely broken under his feet. When the bone was completely broken into powder that could never be restored, the squirming gravel nearby stopped moving.
"Please allow me to continue in the order of events... After we entered the Shadowless King's Tomb, Miss Mary's loss of control of your phase became more and more serious." His voice was as harsh as two blunt knives grinding against each other.
"Your arm split in both directions with your middle finger as the boundary, turning into a white bone shear blade wrapped with flesh and blood snakes, and began to attack in all directions without distinguishing between enemies and friends... And in this barren desert, your target of attack was obviously only me."
"Your body surface was blooming with inexplicable scars, and there were faintly thin snakes made of flesh and blood sticking out from the scars... From my point of view, Miss Mary had obviously begun the process of transformation!"
'Transformation of Transformation? 'Mary Morstan looked at her body after hearing this, and saw tightly closed scars all over the dark red skin. 'No wonder I have so many scars on my body... It turns out that it is not because of a fierce battle, but because of the opening of my own self...'
"In order to save you from the process of Kai's distortion, I had to use extreme means. First, I pulled out the flesh and blood snake in your body, and then forcibly communicated with the moth in your head, combining the power of the two moths to help you forget the distorted memory."
"This process is very difficult and not easy..." Watson looked at his seemingly distorted body, "I must exchange the moth's power of discarding at the cost of discarding my flesh... The hair, skin, and even some of the hearing, vision, and taste of this body were lost in the process, and there is no way to recover them forever... But perhaps because this body is born with the characteristics of a moth and a cup, it further stimulates some power hidden deep in the blood. "
"I... eventually became like this, and there is an endless buzzing in my head..."
He tilted his head and looked around the sky, as if he could see some non-existent things flying in the air, and even made a gesture similar to listening with his ears tilted, as if he could really hear some sound - even though there were no ears on both sides of the smooth head.
"And the moth in your brain, Miss Mary, shouted words of liberation and freedom, and resolutely crashed into the twisted Gate of Enlightenment, forcibly knocking back the terrifying giant snake of Enlightenment in the gate! The twisted Gate of Enlightenment seemed to be closed because of this... Your Enlightenment distortion process finally stopped... But your moth in your brain also disappeared in the Gate of Enlightenment."
"I think Miss Mary, you can also feel that you should have no way to use any power of Enlightenment now... This may also be related to the fact that the Gate of Enlightenment has been closed."
Mary Morstan nodded slightly in silence. Although the skin on her face had faded, leaving only the dark red texture exposed, it was not difficult to see that her brows were already furrowed at this moment.
Watson approached step by step, "Miss Mary, you also know that the distortion is irreversible!"
"Although we have luckily stopped your distortion process... but you are still at risk of losing control of the distortion!"
"We don't have much time, so please finish the dance as soon as possible!"
"The sooner we finish, the sooner we can return to London... I hope Ms. Suluo Chana will have a way to cure your distortion."
After hearing all this, Mary Morstan's ferocious face relaxed, making it difficult to infer her true thoughts through the movement of her facial muscles.
"I understand!"
She smiled slightly, but because the skin was completely peeled off, the corners of her mouth almost stretched below her earlobes.
"Fortunately, Mr. Watson accompanied me on this trip. If I were alone on this trip... maybe I would have been lost in the tide of heterogeneous hunger. Thank you very much!"
"Of course! Since we have signed the contract, I will naturally do my best to help Miss Mary complete the dance of destiny... Now that the guy in the way has been dealt with, shall we continue what we didn't finish just now?"
"Yes, please continue, Mr. Watson."
Mary Morstan sat cross-legged on the wet and warm gravel, unbuttoning her only clothes - the tattered leather cloak that could hardly cover her body. The dark red body covered with scars was completely exposed.
Watson walked up to her, suspended his left palm above the head of the female dancer, and gently waved his right claw, and the aroma of wine splashed between the dark blade light.
The cup of wine, which was mixed with a little pink in the bright red, poured out and poured all over Mary Morstan's head.
The air was suddenly filled with the intoxicating fragrance of deep cellar wine, with the fragrance of fruit wood, the freshness of meat, and the sweet and crazy foreign taste.
Mary Mostan raised her head and drank, the intoxicating fragrance and sweet taste danced on her tongue and lingered on her skin.
The sweet and refreshing cup of wine flowed into the deep flesh along the gaps in the muscle fibers, and the flesh greedily sucked the sweetness of fruit honey.
Itchy, so itchy... Itchy!
The rich and hot taste penetrated the stomach and intestines and penetrated into the internal organs. The decayed organs beat again, and the dim vitality bloomed again.
Pain, so painful... It hurts and feels good!
The unbearable itching sensation grew from every inch of flesh and blood, and even the long-dry muddy dry land was filled with moisture, and the long-withered forest springs gurgled out.
The foreign tingling sensation shuttled back and forth between the spirit and the body, going in and out repeatedly, but this kind of pain would release a cup of joy every time it entered, making the female dancer tremble.
The muscles that were full of water gradually filled up, releasing milky white liquid from the gaps between the textures to cover every inch of the corner, but when the dry desert wind came, the liquid between the textures solidified immediately, as if it was sealed with a layer of white wax shell.
With a click, the white shell shattered, and the dark red blood scab and the milky white wax shell fell down.
Mary Mostan's face has regained its moving brilliance, her skin is white and smooth like fine porcelain, and it is filled with gorgeous and dazzling light.
She looked up at the red sun in the distance that would never set, and the blood-red afterglow reflected on her face, making her complexion look unusually red.
"Let's go, let's complete the destined dance."