I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 226

[Chapter 216 The Rose Factory (118)]

Someone is forcing Bai Liu to do to Tavel, what those investors and the factory manager did to him, and then force him to become the person he should have been.

Bai Liu didn’t want to do it, but he wasn’t helpless, he just needed to gamble.

But Tavel would never allow this approach.

The moment Bai Liu thought of this method, he quickly lowered his head.

Tavel knew him too well, Bai Liu had a hard time hiding his thoughts in front of this guy, he could only restrain his eyebrows and pretend to think, and then give the answer: “…An antidote, I have no other choice, I have already and other The

man has made a deal.”

“It only needs my blood.” Tavel stretched out his hand, and a thorny, tiny, blood ganoderma vine pierced from the blue veins under his white wrist, bright red Blood slanted down the sides of his wrists instantly.

The vines greedily circled the path of blood flow and began to grow wantonly, spreading in bundles on Tawil’s arms, sharp black thorns piercing the porcelain-white skin, and soon more blood from the hole-shaped wound poured out.

Tavel’s face quickly turned pale as the vines tangled, and the rhythm of breathing began to slow down due to excessive blood loss, and blood kept dripping from his fingertips holding the white willow.

“I…need a container for blood.” Taviel’s eyelids were half-closed, and he said after a pause, “It’s like a baptismal pool.”

Bai Liu’s eyes looked around the room and fixed on an upwards. The opening is placed horizontally on the glass display case.

Tavel consciously lay in the replacement glass cabinet prepared by the factory workers for his heart-the cabinet was just pulled out and they broke in. It was still intact, undamaged, and almost as long as Tavel’s height. Just enough to put him in.

The blood that leaked out silently quickly soaked the backs of Tavel’s hands on both sides of the glass case.

——This scene is exactly the same as when Scheta was lying in the baptismal pool in the church.

Bai Liu subconsciously turned his face away and stood up to face this scene.

His breathing involuntarily sped up, his hands kept letting go and gathering, and he kept approaching Tawil at a close distance. The aroma caused his mental value to slowly decrease. At this moment, it finally reached the critical point of hallucination.

A lot of mixed voices began to appear in his mind:

[—He hurts!

Can’t you see he’s in pain!

Are you a monster!

Do you have no feelings!

stop now!

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【Do you know how painful he is!

Why are you torturing him!

Do people like you have the most important people!

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【Are you unable to empathize with people?

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【He really is a monster, right?

]

[Bai Liu, your mental state is not right, go see a psychiatrist…]

[…Severe traumatic stress syndrome, when encountering a scar scene, I will subconsciously repeat the stereotyped actions at that time…]

[ Why are you afraid of water, Bai Liu? You are not afraid of water at all, but you are afraid of seeing dead bodies in the water. Do you still remember who he is?

!

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【Really Sheeta has died for you!

]

[…Some PTSD patients who are not hurt by themselves, but who have strong empathy will keep fantasizing about the original scene, simulating their own suffering on behalf of that person to relieve their guilt…]

[If it is me who is being tortured, It’s me who suffers, I’m the one who dies… If only I could replace Su Yu…]

Everything started to get confused in Bai Liu’s mind.

Looking through the narrow gap behind the curtain, Scheta, who was constantly submerged in the baptismal pool, had blood dripping from the hair that fell on both sides of his face.

From beginning to end, Bai Liu’s original childhood fantasies have always been Scheta – those who were called monsters by children, those who were repelled and punished by teachers, those who were baptized in a church by themselves, and those who were submerged in baptism again and again. The people who were cleaned in the pool and who had no way to escape from that orphanage were all Sheeta.

It’s not Bai Liu, it’s not Bai Liu, it’s Sheeta.

And in Bai Liu’s lost old memory, why was the person who experienced this replaced by himself?

Bai Liu’s breathing became rapid, and a tingling sensation appeared on his skin as if some vines had drilled out.

He covered his neck, and the sharp pain of a vine piercing in the veins in the neck made him frown – but there was nothing there.

Tavel’s neck pierced a thick vine, his breathing gradually weakened, and his long hair was suspended in the blood, entangled with the vine.

Bai Liu began to stand unsteadily. He felt as if every bone was spitting out, and every time he breathed, he felt severe pain because of the muscle contraction, which made him unsteady between actions and almost dizzy. kneel.

But in fact, there is nothing in Bai Liu’s body, it’s just an illusion, an illusion that is too real.

These hallucinations created by Bai Liu’s subconscious are causing him and Tavel to experience the same thing.

Tavel’s voice came from behind him: “Are you going?”

“What are you going to do?”

Tavel’s peaceful voice calmed Bai Liu.

Bai Liu held a crumbling cooling pipe and took two deep breaths, so that the cluttered brain could maintain a basic thinking, and then replied to Tavel: “Go and tell the people outside, I have found the [antidote].”

“Lying,” Tavel said, “Bai Liu, you never dared to look me in the face when you were lying.”

His tone was as gentle as when he first saw Bai Liu in the church: “Are you willing to tell me, what are you going to do when you leave me?”

——【Would you like to read a book with me?

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Bai Liu’s body seemed to be manipulated by some kind of consciousness he didn’t know about. He was like a malfunctioning robot. He turned around and saw Tavel sitting up in the blood pool.

——covered with thorns, but still focused, looking at him with good eyes, with pinhole-like wounds all over his body, and a very shallow smile on his face.

Bai Liu’s pupils contracted slightly and then expanded.

… The corpse of Sheeta, who was full of pinholes by the pond, and Bai Liu, who was kneeling beside him, was exhausted after not doing CPR for an unknown length of time.

Bai Liu’s eyes slumped on the spot, and then he attached himself to the corpse, clenched his hand into a fist and pressed it against Xieta’s heartless chest, gently opened and closed, and whispered in his mouth, imitating the sound of a heartbeat:

“Bang Bang—— Bang bang – bang bang -”

“Isn’t my heart rate faster? Why don’t you even jump now…”

“Jump for me…”

That lame mentality that Bai Liu had seen several times because it was free The doctor’s words rang in his ears intermittently:

[…Judging from your friend’s words, you are a serious ptsd, you are the type of witnessing wounds, you need to self-regulate…]

[But your personality is too extreme, if you try again next time Encountering a similar scene, the reaction should be very radical – you will do your best to prevent similar things from happening again in front of you, and it is even possible to replace the other party with yourself…]

“What are you going to do, Bai Liu?” Tavel raised his silver-blue eyes to look at him.

Bai Liu moved his fingers on his side and summoned a card—the ace of hearts.

He opened his mouth and finally said, “I’m going to find a mirror.”

[Liu Jiayi, can this Ace of Hearts completely transform one person into another?

Including blood or something?

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【Why do you ask this?

If you can find the existence of that person whose heart is completely another person, and get close to the other person, this skill card can do the basic transformation of blood components.

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【What about some features?

Such as blood regeneration rate and tolerance to death?

]

[= = What the hell is this?

Who are you ready to transform into?

Who is the most important person in his heart like this?

Blood regeneration, death tolerance, sounds—]

[—just like a monster.

]

“What are you looking for a mirror for?” Tawil asked.

“Let me see myself.” Bai Liu said.

【Yes, who is the most important person in his heart is this kind of monster~】

【Wow, Bai Liu, the expression on your face is so disgusting, you just laughed so strangely!

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“Why see yourself?” Tawil asked.

Bai Liu lowered his neck, he lowered his head and calmly looked at himself in the reflection of the puddle on the ground, the waves of the roses were still dazzlingly reflected in his pupils, just like the lake in the summer, and there was no emotion on his face.

It was silent for a long, long time, and at the same time, the heart in the center of the ace of hearts playing card in his hand was spinning rapidly.

The person in Tao’s heart quickly changed from Su Yue to another person.

Bai Liu’s hair has grown longer, her limbs have become as powerful and perfect as sculptures, her body is covered with pinholes, thorns emerge from the puncture on her neck, her body is bathed in blood, her long silver-blue eyelashes are hanging down, and the light pink rose liquid is mixed with blood Dripping from his jaw, eyelashes, curls curling behind his waist.

“Because this time… I want to be that tortured monster.” Bai Liu said.