Open Your Quest Log Chapter 297

In the vast space, there is endless darkness and silence. The sky is soaked with thick ink, and the breath of death solidifies as if it were the substance; the earth is rotten and withered, and countless undead linger on it as if they were lost, unable to rest in peace.

In this deadly blackness and silence, you will occasionally hear an ethereal and illusory exclamation, or a few greedy bone-devouring sounds. But when you want to listen carefully, the gloomy voice disappears, as if everything before was an illusion of nothingness. Until a pair of withered hands stretched out from the deep, thick darkness around you and put them on your shoulders.

The realm of darkness, here is the death of the sun and the rising sun, and the hatred of fiery and warmth.

On the gray-black earth, an undead like a skeleton runs on it. Different from the real skeleton, in this undead's bone chest cavity, there are still some viscera and carrion that exude a foul smell and make people feel extremely disgusting.

Those carrion and internal organs are like leeches, sticking tightly to the skeleton. If you get close and watch carefully, you will find that they can also squirm slightly from time to time.

A long tongue with pointed claws attached to the guts and spewed out of the undead's mouth. That ferocious long tongue is like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, waving in the air constantly, looking for any creatures that can be hunted, in order to relieve its extremely crazy desire to kill.

This hideous undead has its own name, it's called 'Henry', it's a 'demon corpse', a terrifying, terrifying and extremely evil undead creature.

Almost all demon corpses were perverted murderers or vicious thugs full of evil. After the death of these evil creatures, the sinful souls were cursed by the resentment of many of the unjust deceased they killed in their lives, and finally reincarnated as such undead creatures.

And Demon Soul Corpse Henry is one of them.

Henry was a healer during his lifetime and lived in a small town called 'Emsel' in the Holy Arathor Kingdom. Because Henry's medical skills are quite outstanding, he has rescued many dying patients, so the residents of Emsel Town love him very much, and the lord also respects him very much. Even in many surrounding towns, there are many patients who specially seek him for medical treatment, or nobles who pay a lot of money to specially invite him.

However, beneath Henry's sympathetic appearance and excellent medical skills, he hides an extremely perverted killing heart.

Almost all murderers had some unfortunate experiences when they were young, and Henry was no exception. When he was young, his parents often quarreled over small trivial matters, and sometimes even fought each other.

Just one morning in the late autumn, Henry's parents quarreled again over a trivial matter, while Henry was quietly drinking the oatmeal in front of him. The quarrels of his parents have long been accustomed to him.

Oatmeal is so simple to make that it can't even be called "porridge". The rough oatmeal was soaked in cold water until it was half-hard and not soft, and a little salt foam was added to it, that's all.

His carpenter father was arguing as he got his tools ready to go out. As long as that door opens and then closes, separating the two arguing, everything will be fine.

Henry, as usual, raised his head and stared at the door, hoping it could be opened sooner.

However, that morning was destined to be different. His mother suddenly chased the door angrily, cursing a lot of unpleasant words in her mouth. At that time, his father had put his hand on the door handle, but he never twisted it open. This action lasted for a few seconds, and then, his father suddenly turned around and hit his mother's head hard with the hammer in his hand...

The house suddenly fell silent.

The man stood at the door with a **** hammer in his hand, looking at the woman lying in a pool of blood at a loss. Henry suddenly felt that the oatmeal in his mouth was so icy cold, so cold that it froze his heart, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

I don't know how long this silence lasted, it seemed like an eternity, and it seemed like a moment. Immediately afterwards, the stiff as a statue man suddenly came to life, and he ran to Henry tremblingly, telling him not to make a sound, not to go out, and not to tell anyone about it.

Then the man picked up the woman's body on the ground, put her in the bedroom opposite the kitchen, and began to wipe the floor at the door again and again.

After the man cleaned up, he repeatedly told Henry several times, then walked around the house twice, took a deep breath, and walked out of the door with the tools.

The house fell silent again.

Henry sat at the dining table, looking at his parents' bedroom. The woman's body was lying on the bed in the bedroom, one foot was wearing sackcloth slippers, and the other was bare.

The slipper was on the floor near the door, and Henry wanted to walk over, pick up the slipper, and help the woman put it on. But somehow, he didn't dare to do it.

Henry just sat motionless at the dining table, looking at the cold oatmeal in front of him until the sun set and the man came back from outside.

That night, Henry lay in his cot, holding his favorite bear doll with one missing eye in his arms. Henry suddenly found that the whole room was so quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own breathing clearly. There was no more quarrel in the bedroom next door, but he couldn't sleep, so he could only stare at the ceiling silently until dawn.

This kind of insomnia lasted for three days, and during these three days, Henry hadn't slept for even a second. He could feel sleepy, but the silence in the room made him uncomfortable and made him feel a little cold.

He wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, but he couldn't.

During the daytime, Henry was the only one at home. The woman who wore only one slipper was always lying on the bed in her parents' bedroom. Henry looked at her from outside the bedroom, always trying to help her put on the other slipper, but she was always in the dark. did not do so.

On the fourth night, some strange sound broke the dead silence. Henry listened intently, and found that the strange sound came from the parents' bedroom next door.

Henry, who was insomniac, was suddenly a little curious about this bizarre sound. He slowly climbed out of the bed, stepped on the cold floor with his feet, then opened the door of his room with his feet and walked to the next bedroom.

The bedroom door was half-closed, Henry looked in along the very wide door crack, and found that the man who could move on weekdays was riding on the woman who couldn't move, squirming softly.

While the man was performing those weird actions, he gently told the woman some sweet words. I don't know how long it lasted, the man's voice became heavier, and the body movements became more and more violent. In the end, he suddenly roared, then fell on the woman's body, and fell into a deep sleep.

And Henry also returned to his house after this, lying on the cot.

That night, he was finally able to fall asleep, and he slept soundly, and fell into a somewhat inexplicable dream. In the dream, his parents never quarreled again, but just like the man and the woman, sweetly doing the strange actions before...

On the fifth day during the day, the man went out again. Henry walked slowly to the door, picked up the linen slippers, turned around and walked into his parents' bedroom.

This was the first time he had entered this room in so many days. The quiet woman was still lying motionless on the bed, her cotton gray skirt with wavy stripes was lifted to her waist, revealing a pair of pale and pale thighs.

Henry climbed onto the big bed and put the slippers in his hands on the woman's bare foot. The weather in late autumn was already cold, and Henry was worried that she might catch a cold.

After doing this, Henry looked at the woman's face. On her head was the pink dome hat with a scarf that Henry's mother liked most. Her clothes were messy, but the expression on her face was very calm.

Henry carefully leaned towards the woman~www.mtlnovel.com~ and lay down beside her gently. He tentatively stretched out his small hand and touched the woman's chest (harmony). A palpitating coldness came from the palm of the hand, but the softness made Henry feel very familiar and at ease...

On the seventh day, someone suddenly knocked on the door outside the house, but Henry didn't dare to open the door, because the man specifically told Henry not to open the door to anyone, and not to speak to anyone.

On the eighth day, the knock on the door rang at night. The man went out and said something to the person who knocked on the door outside the house. There was even a quarrel between the two sides. Henry didn't like quarrels, and he lost sleep again that night.

On the ninth day, the town guards suddenly broke into Henry's house, accompanied by the man and Henry's uncle. After the guards came in, they went directly into Henry's parents' bedroom and found the woman.

Henry's uncle punched the man in the face, knocking him to the ground, and then the two were pulled away by the guards. The guards asked the man something, and the man just nodded silently.

He was then escorted out of the house by the guards, and the woman was carried out. As for Henry, he was held in his arms by his uncle, and after a few words of comfort, he also left the room.

Henry's uncle said something to him, but Henry didn't hear anything. He just leaned on his uncle's shoulder and watched the room grow farther and farther in his field of vision.

At that time, he suddenly felt that he had lost something. Immediately afterwards, raging tears filled his eyes, making him cry uncontrollably.

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