Chapter 250 Heart Swallowing

In Winfreys's vision, the ebony box also changed its appearance. The dark and heavy color began to become as light as the original white color, but there was still a force lingering on the inner wall of the box that refused to succumb to the gaze of the glow.

Those were complex and obscure strange runes, red like a hot iron, changing like a rising flame, and bright like flowing magma. They were deeply engraved inside the ebony box and glowed faintly in the deepest part of the heavy wood.

It was these forces that maintained the lively beating of the heart inside.

Winfreys looked at the petite heart that was trembling slightly like fear. At the first glance, he couldn't help but infer the size of the fist of its original owner through the size of the heart... It was indeed the same size as Melanie's fist.

Then the light in his pupils became more and more brilliant, and the light was like a sharp sword, as if it could penetrate people's hearts... And in fact, his eyes did penetrate Melanie's heart, and saw the broken heart inside and a trace of residual glow.

The strong light penetrated the faint glow, just like a picky gourmet carefully selecting the best part of the food, turning the fish that had completely lost its resistance over and over again until it found the most juicy part, and then resolutely bit it!

The remaining glow suddenly shattered into tiny particles of light, trying to quietly dissipate in the world, but was suddenly rolled up by the greedy strong light, like a mad python swinging its tough long tail, rolling all the helpless prey into its mouth, savoring the deliciousness of the glow and the memories that have not yet disappeared in the glow.

The light in Winfreys' pupils flickered, and in the moment when the light dimmed, he seemed to be able to see a vague figure slowly standing up in the depths of his eyes - the thin and tall figure was as straight as a sharp spear made of steel, and the only right eye was originally filled with gentle feelings, but in an instant it was as cold as the cold light flashing on the tip of a knife, just like the cold light flashing from the sharp dagger that suddenly appeared in the opponent's hand!

Puff -

The unusually slender sharp dagger pierced directly into his naked chest, and the sharp power wrapped on the blade easily penetrated the fragile skin, the poor fat layer, the thin flesh and blood... It cleverly penetrated from the gap between the ribs and stabbed directly into the beating heart deep inside.

The indescribable physical heartbreak surged to the brain, and the pain nerves seemed to be burning violently at this moment. The blazing pain attacked the consciousness while destroying the path of nerve transmission.

He looked up in disbelief at his lover, who he had just met and known today, as if he wanted to find a trace of regret, a trace of unwillingness, and a trace of heartache on his face... However, wherever his eyes went, he could only see a cold and ruthless face, and even the hideous scar seemed to be looking at him calmly.

"John... you have such a cruel heart--"

Before he could finish his dying words, the cruel and ruthless man seemed to be impatient. He twisted the handle of the knife in his hand, causing the sharp dagger blade that was deeply stabbed in his heart to turn 360 degrees, leaving a scar in the middle of his heart that was difficult to heal. Even if his heart beat and gushed out the vitality of life, and squeezed the cell energy from other parts of his body to move it to his heart, he could not completely repair this terrible injury.

The cold wind of the winter night seemed to have drilled in from the huge hole in his chest, and the bone-chilling coldness quietly spread to his whole body along with the blood that was gone forever.

The dark ink-like darkness silently painted his eyes, and the dark color spread disorderly in his vision, and finally swallowed up everything in front of him... Before his vision completely dimmed, the last thing he saw was the sharp dagger that was pulled out neatly, and his hot blood was slowly falling along the blade.

Melanie's remaining memory of her death ended here.

The light in Winfreys's pupils also slowly dimmed, but before the real vision completely faded, he still carefully looked at John who was kneeling on one knee. Under the strong light, the other party's body seemed to be completely exposed, with pale skin, bright red muscle fibers, pale bones and dark organs all visible.

Even the other party's hazy soul could not escape the pursuit of knowledge by the glow. The inner heart was moving excitedly, and the blade that was good at fighting seemed to be slightly hissing with joy because of the killing not long ago... And the most critical seed of loyalty always occupied the highest position in the other party's thinking, just like a king sitting on the throne.

Winfreys smiled with satisfaction. He put the heart in his hand back into the ebony box, patted John's shoulder with his bloody palm, and wiped the blood off his fingertips.

"Get up, John. I have witnessed your loyalty and decisiveness. I was right about you!"

"You are too kind. This is what I should do!" Watson thanked him first and then stood up slowly, but still insisted on handing the ebony box forward.

"Very good, very good!" Winfreys was more and more delighted. He pushed the ebony box back. "This is John's trophy. You can use it at will... Remind me, while this heart is still fresh, you'd better take it on the spot."

"Take...take it?" John seemed a little confused when he heard this. He looked down at the slightly beating heart in the box, and suddenly an expression of disbelief and horror appeared on his face. He looked up at the respected Mr. Morgan in astonishment, wanting to confirm whether the saying of taking it was what he thought.

"That's right, take it. While Melanie's heart power has not completely disappeared, John, you can absorb most of the power by swallowing this heart alive, so that your heart can grow stronger." Winfreys looked at John with a smile. Although there was a smile in the corner of his eyes, his words were more of a scrutiny and commanding tone, as if he did not allow the subordinates in front of him to question at all.

John's face flashed with a struggling look, but in the end, under the gaze of the respected Mr. Morgan, he had no choice but to nod heavily, resolutely took out the still beating heart in the box, stuffed it directly into his mouth, gritted his teeth and chewed it twice before swallowing it hard.

He felt the strange nausea of ​​the fresh muscle still beating as it slid down the esophagus, and punched his chest twice to swallow the broken heart into his stomach... Then his heart suddenly beat passionately, and the beating frequency was excited and powerful!

Watson cooperated with a shocked expression and said in surprise: "This... Such power!"

Winfres saw that John finally succumbed to the control of the loyalty he had planted in the face of the moral struggle of cannibalizing his own flesh and blood.

He was more and more satisfied with the other party's performance.

"Very good, John, you are now qualified to participate in tomorrow's promotion ceremony."