Chapter 541 The Real Curse! (Big Chapter!)

Chapter 541 The real... curse! (Big chapter!)

Karen acknowledged Mrs. Felsher's accomplishments in illusion, but how should I put it? Her simple act of "putting" herself in the side hall was somewhat disrespectful to her past experience;

At the very least, Bishop Dolph, who had just been buried and had not yet been buried, must be dissatisfied.

It's a pity that Bishop Dolph had died so thoroughly, otherwise he would have raised his knees and kicked the coffin with his boots to vent his anger.

Everyone has his own strengths because of different routes, and Karen's strength has always been his soul, because as long as he mentions his soul, he can never get around the dog at home.

Maybe because it was mentioned too many times, its head has not been able to grow hair and is still bald.

Now it's... so painful.

How could Philomena forget to remind herself that her grandmother likes to poke people's eyes?

I should have brought a bottle of eye drops with me. My eyes are still very dry and uncomfortable.

Karen reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette box, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and was about to light it with a lighter when he paused;

There is no need to bring eye drops. You can't bring them here even if you take them in or out of the car.

Similarly, there is no point in smoking this pack of Thunder cigarettes that I regard as "soul cough syrup". They are all fake.

Smoking should be able to taste it, after all, I have smoked it before, but that is completely deceiving myself.

Standing up, I put my hand on my neck and rubbed it gently. Although everything around me, including myself now, is fake and I am completely in a specific illusion environment, the touch is still very delicate.

It was as delicate as the furnishings inside this dilapidated villa, although greasy, but very realistic; you have to know that this is just a layer of dream, and it is a layer left after the owner left, but it can still be kept so "exquisite."

The faint light began to gradually expand with Karen as the center of the circle. Looking at the traces on the floor that seemed to have been mopped with a blood mop, Karen walked into the bedroom along it.

On the mattress in the bedroom, Mrs. Felsher was hugging Philomena, and the two of them had already fallen into a "sweet" dream.

There was another person curled up under the bed.

Karen squatted down and turned sideways, focusing on observing the person under the bed. His chest was still rising and falling, and he was seriously injured, but his face was very calm.

Karen knew that Philomena had a dog-like father, but at least now there was no abnormality in his sleeping face.

Standing up, Karen walked to Philomena's side and sat down by the bed.

Philomena was naked, her skin was very white, and she was healthy and plump. If she didn't take off her clothes, it would be hard to see.

Well, at this time, there was nothing to see.

It was right for Karen to ask her to pay attention to privacy when she was taking a shower in the office, but now, it was a period similar to a mission. A long time ago, Pei Qi and Fanni had taught Karen this truth with practical actions.

What's more... this is not reality, this is a dream.

Karen put the back of his hand against his mouth and yawned. The soul injury would inevitably bring this kind of fatigue, but if it wasn't a direct fight in reality, it wouldn't be a big problem.

This was also the reason why he asked Philomena to get out of the car first, and wait until the two of them entered the "dream" before he came. Mrs. Fersh could only treat him with the "hospitality" in the illusion.

As for her actual fighting level, Karen was not very confident that her soul was seriously injured and that it was inconvenient to use magic. Even if she had just advanced to the peak of the Judge without any injuries, Karen was not sure about fighting with this old lady.

After all, not to mention the glory of the Felsher family as the hereditary chief bishop in the past, it was hard to imagine her specific strength just because she was in the same circle as my grandmother.

Anyway, I still don't know what my grandmother's strength is. The only impression I had was that I was at Richard's door once and didn't plan to go in. Who knew that I saw my grandmother who was supposed to be knitting sweaters upstairs at home "accidentally" coming back with a basket of vegetables, pretending to meet by chance and enthusiastically pulling me home as a guest.

Karen observed for a while and found that both Philomena and Mrs. Felsher looked very natural.

He was not in a hurry to go in, because he knew that Philomena had her own set of preparations. From the perspective of game theory, whether Philomena could succeed or not, it would be most efficient to let Philomena consume first and then enter at the last moment.

After all, in Mrs. Felsher's eyes, she had already taken care of this unexpected factor.

Standing up again, Karen came to the bedroom window and pushed it open.

Originally, Karen wanted to let in some rain and cool breeze, and his dry eyes made him want some moisture.

But the heavy rain outside turned into a green meadow under the sun the moment he opened the window.

In the distance, a woman was riding a white horse and galloping. Because of the distance, the woman's appearance could not be seen clearly, but Karen felt that even if the distance was very close, it was still unclear, because the area in the distance had a foggy feeling.

This scene reminded Karen of the situation when he and Eunice rode horses and walked in Allen Manor before.

Or, it might not be the scene, but the atmosphere.

The professional habits of his previous life made Karen very interested in the details of other people's dreams, because people like to "lie" and "disguise" when they are awake, but in dreams, they often lose their defense.

Karen hesitated for a moment, but still turned over and jumped out of the window, landing on the grass.

In the distance, the figure on horseback was no longer looming, but became much clearer than before.

But the grass under Karen's feet began to become soft and gradually turned into a swamp. Karen's feet had already sunk into it.

However, Karen did not choose to resist, but closed his eyes and fell backwards.

"Plop!"

The green swamp seemed to have turned into a pond again, and Karen was completely immersed in it.

"Huh..."

There was no feeling of drowning, and there was no suffocation of being buried alive. Karen felt that he had just turned over, and the grass under him turned back to green grass again, and the unique fragrance of spring filled the air.

Before Karen could stand up,

a pair of horse hooves appeared in his field of vision.

"Stranger, there is a feeling about you that makes me very familiar."

The voice of the young woman came from above.

"I'm a doctor." Karen stood up and answered, "If you feel familiar with me, it proves that you need me now."

"Hehe, you mean, am I sick?"

"What else?"

"You know, I never thought that a doctor would come here to see a doctor."

"I will only appear where I am needed."

"Okay, doctor, please tell me, what's your name?"

"My name is Karen."

"Hmm, I haven't heard of this name."

"Inmerace."

"You, say it again!"

...

"Click, click..."

Karen flipped in from the window and fell back to the ground, with grass scraps on his body.

He began to pat his clothes habitually, and at the same time, he heard the grinding of teeth from under the bed behind him.

He turned around and looked, and the expressions of the two grandparents on the bed remained unchanged.

Karen walked to the bed again, raised his hand, and a chain of order flew out from his palm, circling Philomena's body, and finally gently wrapped around her smooth neck.

"Hmm?"

Karen was slightly surprised. He believed that Philomena should have sensed the arrival of his breath. Logically, she should have taken the initiative to let go of all her instinctive resistance to let him in.

Now that she had no reaction at all, it could only mean one thing: in her dream, she had lost control.

Karen closed his eyes, and the chain of order was withdrawn from Philomena's neck. Then, after circling in the air, it suddenly went down and penetrated Philomena's chest directly.

It was like when entering this dilapidated villa, there was a problem with the door lock. Although it was not locked, it could not be opened normally, so he could only kick it with his feet.

"Bang!"

...

On the bed in the cabin, Philomena opened her eyes.

At the same time, her grandmother's voice came to her ears:

"It's a very exquisite cabin. No wonder you have never had any requirements for your bedroom and don't like any toys. It turns out that in your dream, there are all the things that should be in a bedroom.

It just looks a little childish and cliché, just like the illustrations in a children's story book.

Oh, I didn't expect my granddaughter to be so old, but still like a child."

The dry hand fell on Philomena's face and gently stroked it. Then, before she got up, her grandmother got off the bed first.

Philomena sat up immediately.

"Hmm?" Mrs. Fershe found the breakfast on the wooden table. She took the initiative to reach out and pick up a piece of bread and took a bite. "It tastes good."

Then, Mrs. Fershe lowered her head.

She saw a face sticking out from between her legs. It was a face exactly like hers. She was rubbing her trouser legs, sticking out her tongue, and asking for food like a dog.

In fact, she was a dog.

"Hehe...hahahahahaha..."

Mrs. Felsher burst into laughter, and her tears came out.

She took a bite of the bread in her hand and sent it to "her" under the table. "Her" under the table immediately opened her mouth, took the bread and began to chew and swallow.

"So, grandma has always been like this in your dream."

Philomena remained silent.

"But this doesn't surprise me. After all, you are my granddaughter. I allow you to have a little temper of your own. After all, we are girls. We should have the privilege of losing our temper a little, right?"

Mrs. Felsher turned her head and looked at Philomena sitting by the bed. "But it's still what I said before, childish, still childish."

A black spot appeared on Philomena's forehead. She raised her neck and clenched her fists.

Then, a gray halo overflowed from her brow. When she lowered her head again, her whole expression seemed much more lively than before.

She stood up and walked towards her grandmother.

"Yes, you can break through my restrictions, or you deliberately want me to enter your dream, but why?

After all, I will choose to come in no matter what.

You don't understand your grandma, even if you have lived with me for so many years, you still don't understand me.

Do you know why you are so childish?

In an adult world, there shouldn't be only pure love and hate, at least, it shouldn't be so straightforward and simple. "

Philomena shook her head, raised her hand, pointed to her grandmother, and said calmly:

"But this is a dream."

In an instant, green vines extended from the inside of the cabin, quickly clinging to Mrs. Fisher's body and binding her.

This is Philomena's own dream, and in her dream, she should have a higher initiative.

Philomena continued to raise her arms,

Mrs. Fisher was slowly lifted up, her feet leaving the floor.

"Grandma, if reality and dreams are the same, both in a realistic and delicate style, then does the dream still have the meaning of existence?"

Philomena clenched her fists.

The vines that tied Mrs. Fisher began to penetrate into her body quickly, and the terrifying force caused a suppressed friction sound to come from the junction of the vines.

But the expected scene of being crushed into a pulp did not appear. All compression seemed to fall into a dynamic stillness after reaching a certain level, and Mrs. Fisher's face did not show the slightest look of panic.

"Childishness is the most ridiculous character in the world. Do you really think that in your dreams, you are qualified to lie down and enjoy leisurely times?"

"Buzz!"

The vines burst, and the entire cabin began to tremble violently at this time. All the furnishings in the room began to shift. Even the table fell sideways to the ground, and the plates on it slid down and made a series of breaking sounds.

In the wooden house, only Mrs. Fisher and Philomena remained standing steadily, as if their existence was completely unaffected by the surrounding environment.

Dense lines appeared around the two people, and they began to expand like spider webs.

They are from the same family and bloodline, and Philomena was raised by Mrs. Fisher, although her way of raising children needs to be criticized.

Therefore, it is completely normal for the two of them to have a dream duel in almost the same way.

As time goes by, the two people, grandfather and grandson, have filled their environment with lines, and the power between the two parties is intertwined. There is me in you, and you in me, regardless of each other.

Then, Philomena moved. She spread her left hand and condensed a spear of order in her hand. She flashed and appeared in front of Mrs. Fisher. The tip of the spear pierced Mrs. Fisher's face directly. past.

Mrs. Fisher's figure disappeared from the place for a moment, just like the sound of leather being torn and broken.

Philomena quickly followed and came outside the wooden house.

Mrs. Fisher landed in the vegetable garden, and Philomena was about to charge at her again, but she raised her hand to signal her granddaughter to look at the sky.

Philomena raised her head and looked at the sky.

Previously in the cabin, he and his grandmother were competing for control of the cabin, and they were actually evenly matched;

This can ensure that two people can fight equally on the same basis. Otherwise, if one party dominates the dream, she will be the master and there will be no way to fight.

But now, the sky is completely covered with a huge spider web.

I was fighting with my grandma in the cabin, but my grandma seemed to be teasing me with a finger, and at the same time, she completely covered and mastered this dream.

Philomena let out a long sigh of relief. She knew that the gap between her and her grandma was huge, but she really didn't expect it to be so big.

"I told you a long time ago that the ability given to you by your family lineage allows you to turn your dreams into reality. You could have grown faster and more efficiently than others. What can you learn? You realize everything very quickly, because dreams can provide you with better conditions.

I was quite proud of you, my granddaughter, because you are good enough in my eyes.

Even if you tell me that you met a man named Karen and first said he was just like you and then said he was better than you, grandma would think this is normal.

There are always some real geniuses in this world. They can rely on nothing, but can shed their own brilliant light in the starry sky. This is the person grandma has been talking about.

But now, you let me see that you have always regarded this dream as a place to rest and rest.

Hehehe...

Philomena Fisher, you wasted... no, you soiled your talent and bloodline. "

Philomena asked back: "What's the point? Anyway, everything is made for you."

"You mean, you gave up?"

Philomena said nothing, but her hands dropped.

“If you really give up, then grandma’s disappointment today will be too much.

All right,

It's over. "

Mrs. Fisher raised her hand, and a huge gray vortex appeared in the sky above. A beam of light was condensing in the vortex, which represented the end of this dream, which could also be called replacement.

"That's it."

A man's voice came.

Fisher turned his head and looked back. In the vegetable field behind him, a man and a woman appeared, one was his son and the other was his daughter-in-law.

"Hahaha, did you also shape your parents in your dream? Alas, you are really a little girl who will never grow up.

In addition, I'm sorry to tell you that your father shaped you well, but your mother doesn't have the same temperament as hers, which somewhat beautifies her. "

"Mother." The man stared at Mrs. Fisher.

Mrs. Felsher frowned slightly, then seemed to realize something and smiled: "Haha, my son has been living in his daughter's dream."

"Mother, stop it, it's time to end it all."

"You dog-like thing, you don't deserve to stand and talk to me, I don't have a son like you."

Mrs. Felsher pointed downward, and the beam of light condensed on the sky directly shone on Philomena.

Philomena did not dodge, because here, there was no way to dodge.

However, after the beam of light shone down, Philomena still stood in the beam very steadily, without any change.

On the contrary, the man stretched out his hand and pushed away his wife beside him, and he began to melt like a wax figure placed under high temperature.

"Mother, it's over."

The man walked towards Mrs. Felsher while melting.

Mrs. Fersher's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said, "It turns out that this is not my granddaughter's dream. This is the dream your father has woven for you."

"Yes, mother, this is my dream. I will let you do whatever you ask me to do in reality in my dream."

"You are really a good father."

"Mother, stop it."

The man fell to the ground, but crawled forward like a dog, and finally hugged Mrs. Fersher's legs tightly in his arms.

"Mother... stop it."

"I can't stop it. No one has the right to order me to stop it. I have been preparing for this day for so many years!"

The man's body was gradually turning into a pool of mud, and the dream began to gradually darken.

Mrs. Felsher turned her gaze to Philomena: "My dear granddaughter, where is your dream?"

"You are tired." Philomena said, "Maybe it can end today. I want to hold a funeral for him."

"Look, you are childish again. In your eyes, he should have died a long time ago. In your cognition, there should not be a role like father. You don't need him!

Yes, I am tired, but because I am tired, I am even more unwilling to wait.

Today,

I will fulfill my wish. Today, I will end the curse of the Felsher family!

Today is rainy,

I want it to be sunny tomorrow."

Mrs. Felsher raised her arms: "The sky, it is not allowed to be dark. No one is allowed to leave until I say it is over."

The dream that was originally going to die with the man's death was forcibly interrupted by Mrs. Felsher's control.

At this moment, the man's face appeared again in the mud on the ground, and he shouted loudly:

"Nightmare Imprisonment!"

The flow of space around solidified at this time.

This dream is now supported by Mrs. Felsher herself, so it is equivalent to Mrs. Felsher imprisoning herself.

"My good son, you did a great job."

As soon as Mrs. Felsher finished speaking, Philomena raised her hand, and a creepy red suddenly appeared on the wooden board of the cabin behind her, turning into a stream of light and rushing directly towards Mrs. Felsher.

"What is this...?"

Although Mrs. Felsher could not move now, she still raised her hand in an attempt to condense a barrier in front of her that was enough to resist the impact, because she instinctively sensed the horror of this power.

Although it was very weak, it was a power of another level!

On the sacrificial island, the spirit of the Dark Moon Bone left part of its power in Philomena's dream, because she had discovered Philomena's secret and felt the same way.

At this moment, Philomena finally took out the gift she gave to herself.

The red beam instantly penetrated all of Mrs. Felsher's defenses and penetrated Mrs. Felsher's body almost without any hindrance.

Mrs. Felsher bowed forward and opened her mouth.

"Ah...ah..."

The trembling sound continued to come out of her throat, and red cracks appeared on her body, with faint firelight inside.

The mud on the ground was completely spread out at this time, as if a tunnel appeared, and the black inside was swirling outward.

Mrs. Fershe instinctively lowered her head and looked at her feet.

Philomena appeared in front of Mrs. Fershe, patted her grandmother's chest with one hand, and then she and her grandmother fell back together and entered the black below.

...

"Buzz!"

Mrs. Fershe gradually adapted to the darkness in front of her, but it didn't make any sense, because here, there was nothing else except darkness.

"Is this your real dream?"

"Yes, grandma."

Philomena's voice came out, as if it was above, and as if it was below, in short, it was floating in the air.

"So, what does this dream mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. You've been letting me dream since I was very young, but I've been troubled for a long time because I don't have any dreams. My father licked my hand and took me into his dream.

But that's not mine, although I like it there.

In fact, in my dreams, it's always empty. I don't know what to fill it with, and I don't know what is suitable to hold it. Not only is there no suitable person, but even the right color can't be found.

But I like it here. Here, I don't have to be watched by anyone. I can stay here as much as I want without worrying about being disturbed.

Every time I go out from here, I will struggle for a long time. I will ask myself, how nice it is here, why should I go out?

But I remember what you said, grandma, treat reality as a dream and treat dreams as reality, yes, that’s right.

If I don't go out and experience the horror of the nightmare, how can I understand the beauty of lying here?

Each time, I go out with the mindset that I can come back more excited and more comfortable.

You are the first visitor, grandma. "

"I am very honored."

"Snapped!"

There was an explosion, and a clear whip mark appeared on Mrs. Fisher's face.

But she was not angry. Instead, she said with a little excitement: "Haha, my granddaughter, are you finally going to take action against your grandma?"

"This is the weakest version of you, grandma."

"Yes, you have made me very weak, and my dog ​​son did not hesitate to use himself as fire to draw fire to me."

"Snapped!"

Another whip mark appeared on Mrs. Fisher's body, and her skirt fell off at her shoulders, revealing her withered body.

Mrs. Fisher became even more excited. She looked down at her body, raised her arms, and stroked her arms:

"Oh, you know, every time I see your body, grandma, I will be so envious.

Youth is something that everyone has had, and after having it, they are willing to regain it at all costs. "

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Whip marks appeared one after another on Mrs. Fisher's naked body, but she still stood there, like a rock in the sea, unmoving.

"Hehehe..."

Finally, Mrs. Fisher laughed again and said: "Granddaughter, I gave you a chance, but you couldn't do it. Your teeth are still not sharp enough. Grandma is old, but you still can't bite." I."

Mrs. Fisher stepped forward and extended her hand:

"Come out, my granddaughter."

A layer of gray flames rose from Mrs. Fisher's body, followed by a change in color. The original darkness began to be suppressed, and gray lines gradually covered it.

Although she had experienced weakness, fatal moves, and traps, Mrs. Fisher had endured everything, but her foundation was still too deep.

In the darkness, Philomena's figure was forcibly restrained. She stood there naked, her expression looking solemn.

This is a despairing gap, like a challenge launched by an ant against an elephant. Even if the elephant steps into the "deep hole" dug by the ant in advance, what is the point?

"What a beautiful body, what a beautiful you, what a fascinating youth."

The flame in Mrs. Fisher's body is constantly rising, and her coverage of this dream is also getting larger and larger. It is only a matter of time before she can fully grasp it like she did with the previous dream.

After a brief silence, Philomena began to struggle.

She began to roar,

She began to growl,

She became hysterical.

"Okay, very good, my granddaughter, how can you give up so easily? I thought you wouldn't be angry, but it turns out you are, hahaha.

alright,

When you were a child, I never hugged you and I didn’t want to comfort you.

Now,

I want to coax you one last time, one last time.

can say that,

Let's make up for the last regret between our grandparents, okay? "

Mrs. Fisher opened her arms and faced her. No matter how hard Philomena struggled, her body continued to move closer to her grandmother.

A crack slowly appeared in the chest of the shriveled old body, and the two ribs, like the mouth of an insect, began to open to welcome the new life.

"It's time to finish, honey."

"boom!"

It seemed like something had been kicked open.

Immediately afterwards,

"Crash..."

The dense chains moved quickly and directly wrapped Philomena's body. At the same time, there was another one that straddled Philomena and Mrs. Fisher.

Behind it, Karen's figure appeared.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Karen covered her mouth with her palms and began to cough.

Originally, he wanted to say something, but now, the injury to his soul still made him cough.

If I had known before entering the door, no, before sitting on that chair in the living room, I should have smoked a few more cigarettes, or pulled out the tobacco leaves directly and held them in my mouth.

Either way, it's better than having to cough in your dreams.

Mrs. Fisher tilted her head, looking at Karen very puzzledly and curiously:

"How...how did you get in?"

Karen stopped coughing and said, "Just come in."

"Haha." The mouthparts on Mrs. Fisher's chest began to gradually close up, and finally the two ribs returned to her chest. "That's great. You can also give me another plate of snacks."

"Yes." Karen raised his hand gently, and the chain of order surrounding Philomena behind him instantly exerted force. There was only a "bang" sound, and Philomena's imprisonment was directly broken.

"team leader……"

Philomena walked to Karen's side, took a step forward, and stood in front of Karen.

"Ahem..."

Karen coughed again. After the cough subsided, he habitually wiped the corners of his mouth gently with the back of his hand and said:

"No rules, stand behind."

Philomena was stunned for a moment, but she still chose to step back and stand beside Karen.

"Deaf?"

Philomena stepped back again and stood behind Karen.

This scene was all seen by Mrs. Felsher, who said:

"It seems that my granddaughter really listens to you."

"I am her boss after all."

"Sometimes, it is not easy for a woman to meet a man who is willing to listen to her."

"You are off topic, old lady." Karen sighed, "Let me help you."

"Help me? What are you talking about?"

"You know." Karen smiled, "Help you get rid of it."

"Okay, very good, I hope you have the confidence to say this."

"I won't let you down."

"Then... let's see."

Mrs. Felsher reached out to Karen.

For a moment, Karen felt as if there was an invisible giant hand around him that was reaching out to him.

Chains of order began to move, like spears, directly hitting the surroundings, and then collectively exerted force to help Karen hold up the situation around him.

But soon, even more powerful pressure came, which was double the force at the beginning... and then doubled again.

The chains of order began to break one by one, and the terrible and invisible crushing began to continue to attack Karen.

After all, this is not Karen's own consciousness space, this is Philomena's dream, and Mrs. Fersher is not entering his home court, so in this situation, Karen can actually use few effective coping methods.

However, Karen did not panic, but looked at the back of his hand.

Although he didn't want to use that thing, there was no way. At present, the most suitable thing to use here is the sickle.

Fortunately, this time he didn't have to chop himself with the sickle.

…

In reality, Karen, who was sitting on a chair in the living room, began to flicker the mark of [War Scythe] on the back of his hand.

…

The phantom of [War Scythe] appeared again, and when it appeared, Karen only felt a sharp pain in the depths of his soul.

Moreover, the war sickle subconsciously wanted to move closer to him. Perhaps it didn't kill him last time, so it wanted to finish what it did last time.

Karen immediately tried to control it, forcibly changing its trajectory and letting it fall towards Mrs. Fershe.

"Buzz!"

"Puff..."

A terrible wound was cut on Mrs. Fershe's body. On her shoulder, flesh and blood flew and bones were exposed.

"Ah..."

Mrs. Fershe turned her head and looked at the wound on her shoulder. She smiled and shouted:

"Come on, continue."

"Okay."

Karen controlled the [War Scythe] again and attacked for the second time.

"Buzz!"

Another terrible wound appeared on Mrs. Fershe.

"Come on, come again!"

"Cough cough..."

Karen continued to control it while coughing violently.

Compared with Philomena's attack, the damage caused by Karen using the power of [War Scythe] was much greater.

"Not enough, come again, I want to see how many times you can chop it down!"

After continuous chopping, Mrs. Fershe's body has become very twisted. Now she is more like a skeleton with some flesh hanging on it, including her face, where less than half of the skin is left.

And Karen's soul has begun to spasm.

"You can't do this. I haven't been chopped to death yet, and you can't chop anymore."

Karen replied: "I'm sorry, if I hadn't been injured before, I could have chopped a few more times. Now... my injury is too serious, and it really affects my performance."

"Don't make excuses. Since you've come in, I can't let you go."

The two ribs on Mrs. Fershe's chest opened again, revealing the hideous mouthparts.

At the same time, Karen herself was sucked over.

"No!"

Philomena shouted, trying to stop her grandmother from devouring the captain, but she didn't have time. The captain's figure passed through her sight like the wind and appeared in front of her grandmother.

"Young man, you have always reminded me of someone, someone I have missed for decades."

Karen responded: "Believe me, he definitely doesn't miss you, I swear."

"Haha, it seems that your mouth is very hard."

"My chest is even harder."Karen pointed to his chest, and then pointed to Mrs. Felsher's now open chest.

One by one, bone spurs spread out from Mrs. Felsher's body, aimed at Karen's chest, and stabbed directly.

"Ah!!!"

Karen screamed, it was really painful, and it was really painful.

...

In reality, Karen, who was sitting on a chair in the living room on the first floor, made a harsh friction sound in his chest, and the red luster began to flash. After all, his ribs were the first place to absorb the dark moon bone, but now, blood began to flow out.

The puppets around him watched all this very quietly.

...

The red flame was released from Karen's chest and began to cover Mrs. Felsher's body, and her bones began to melt.

In the previous dream, Philomena used a wisp of power left by the Dark Moon Bone Spirit to penetrate Mrs. Felsher's defense, but on the sacrificial island, it was Karen who truly inherited the Dark Moon.

"Crack...Crack...Crack..."

Intensive cracking sounds began to be heard, and cracks appeared on Mrs. Felsher's bones.

Karen was also under great pressure. He even felt the distortion of his soul. His already injured soul was now more like being torn apart.

Philomena rushed to the front, but an invisible membrane blocked her from entering, although she knew that even if she could enter, she had no ability to stop it.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered what Alfred said to her before leaving:

"You should be loyal to the young master."

Death, so close to him.

Karen seemed to have seen himself sliding towards the darkness of eternal depravity, but even at this time, he still rejected the hands that grabbed him in the black fog;

Just like the last time they appeared to help him suppress his hunger, now they are also waiting for his call.

When people are confused and weak, they always look for spiritual sustenance, that is, faith.

But Karen pushed their hands away,

No need.

"Snap!"

Mrs. Felsher's skull cracked.

She looked at the young man in front of her and said sarcastically, "You are bragging."

Karen also laughed.

Mrs. Felsher loosened her hand, and at the same time, the bone spurs that had pierced Karen's body began to withdraw, and Karen's consciousness began to fall.

"Captain!"

"I didn't kill him, why are you in such a hurry? If you kill him, who will send you to work when you walk out of this house? Hehehe."

Philomena's eyes turned black, and two black whips appeared on her arms, and she whipped her grandmother fiercely.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Mrs. Felsher shook her head: "You are still too weak, no, it's not your fault, it's because I am too strong."

Then, she grabbed forward with both hands, and the whole person instantly appeared in front of Philomena, and the bone spurs were fully opened, directly blocking Philomena in her "body".

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The sound of bone thorns piercing the flesh. Mrs. Fershe has now built a fusion channel with Philomena. No matter how Philomena struggles, she still cannot change this process.

Originally, it should be like this.

But the process stopped at the most unexpected moment.

Everything around seemed to fall into silence.

"Do you know why I am so powerful, grandma?"

Mrs. Fershe looked down at her granddaughter in her "arms".

Philomena did not answer.

"You have seen Darius, he looks very energetic, as if he has successfully absorbed the curse, haha, but I know that he failed. He wanted to deceive me. How could I be such a fool?

Do you know why I can see it?

Darius is my test subject,

but what I want to test is not the digestion of the curse...

Because I successfully digested the curse long before him, a long, long time ago.

It's just that this curse is too strong. It's like a hard eggshell, so difficult to break. Fortunately, now it has finally been successfully broken, and the egg white can finally drip out."

Mrs. Felsher opened her arms and gently hugged Philomena across the bone spur:

"Curse, grandma has taken it for you;

Now,

Granny wants to give you,

is a blessing."