Chapter 83

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Chapter 83: The Queen’s Inheritance (XXII)

“Ashley, why are you here?” a Flame Virgin said to the girl sitting under the eaves of the street.

The girl named Ashley looked up. Her eyes seemed to pass through the blindfold, and she quietly “looked” at her.

The Holy Flame Virgin suddenly felt her heart tighten, and an inexplicable chill made her step back half a step, but instantly, the killing intent that had frightened her disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.

The Flame Virgin swallowed her saliva and suddenly felt confused. What happened? Obviously this was just a little girl who had just entered the Holy Flame Virgins’ ranks. Why should she be afraid?

Maybe it was because the little girl was so vicious when she killed people. Before, they were ordered by Lady Sophia, the leader of the Virgins, to arrest other candidates everywhere. Ashley, who had always been taciturn, had shocked her.

She seems to take killing as a pleasure. While other Flame Virgins were still worrying about having blood on their hands, she had already returned with half-dead prey. There was no sense from her that she feared killing, as if the object she hunted was not her kind at all.

This calm and composure scared her companions, but it is supported by Lady Sophia. Under Lady Sophia’s command, Ashley was like a tireless killing machine, bringing back more prey. The prey was drained of blood and hung beneath the eaves on both sides of the road. Ashley seemed to be full of interest in such decorations. Some people even “saw” that she poked the bloody body with a knife in her hand. When a frightened Flame Virgin asked her what she was doing, she smiled and replied casually: “Just for fun.”

This attitude was frightening.

Sometimes, Ashley is silent again. Just like now as she just sat in a corner, it was hard to tell if she was asleep or awake. She seemed to be full of thoughts, but have no worries.

She really is a strange person, thought the Flame Virgin. Was she like this before?

No, she didn’t seem like this before. At that time…

The Flame Virgin suddenly remembered something. On the day when the heir of the Dragon Ant Queen was assassinated, Ashley had hurriedly run back to the Flame Virgins’ temple from outside and told them the terrible news. At that time, she had looked so panicked, just like the Virgins who learned the news.

But now that I think about it, that panic and today’s calm are so out of place.

It’s… It’s like… A clown in a mask.

The Flame Virgin felt unsettled for some reason, and she felt that Ashley, still sitting under the eaves, was staring at her silently.

Those were eyes that didn’t change, hidden behind the blindfold. She looked like an object, and looked like a corpse.

The dry throat of the Flame Virgin itched for a moment, and she took another step back: “Lady Sophia is looking for you, you… go to see her quickly, the ceremony is about to begin.”

With that said, before Ashley said anything in reply, she turned around and hurried back, as if some beast was chasing her behind her. She walked faster and faster, and was in a hurry. An indescribable fear filled her heart. She dared not look back, and even dared not run away. At this moment, there was only one thought in her heart: Leave, leave, get as far away from her as possible!

Suddenly, she heard a light laugh, like an illusion, but the Flame Virgin was struck by lightning. She suspected that she had misheard her, but… but… that was a man’s laughter.

The next second, a cold sensation stabbed through her chest from behind. The Flame Virgin bowed her head in disbelief. A short knife had pierced her chest. The cold even overshadowed the pain at that moment. Her legs were soft and she fell to the ground.

Footsteps from behind, getting closer and closer, stopping at her side.

She turned stiffly, and the silent Ashley changed her “face” again. She jokingly asked, “What are you looking at? Does it look good?”

She didn’t hear wrong, this was a man’s voice!

“You, who are you?” The Flame Virgin shivered and asked this sentence.

Ashley pulled the knife out of her chest, flicked it twice, put it in front of her nose, and let out a satisfied sigh: “It’s a complicated question, I’m afraid you’ll be dead before I can explain it clearly.”

The Flame Virgin stared at her with wide eyes, as if she wanted to see her true self with these blindfolded eyes.

But in fact, she couldn’t see it. She looked at her like a bat, but she couldn’t really see her.

“Well, anyway, I’m not in a hurry. I’ll just chat with you. I haven’t chatted with anyone for a long time. I’ve been holding back my words for years, and it makes me feel so bad.” Ashley sat down on her butt and looked at her dying in pain, as if enjoying an unparalleled performance.

“This is a long story. Once upon a time, there was a bad guy who met two other bad guys, and the three bad guys united to happily do bad things. One day, they found a big goldfish, which was too powerful and cunning to kill. One of the bad guys came up with an idea. Since they couldn’t kill it, they locked it up. So the three bad guys designed a wonderful fish tank together and locked the goldfish in it. One day, a bad guy and another bad guy fell out over who was the biggest bad guy. They were accidentally thrown into a steamer and almost burned to death, almost turning into cooked bad guys. The bad guy was so angry that he took advantage of the fact that the steamer was opened with a lid, and secretly put… Hmm… What should it be called? The bad guy’s shadow-body? Ah, anyway, half the bad guys went out, but half the bad guys lost their bodies and had to borrow others’ bodies, so he borrowed a boy’s body and thought to turn off the gas quickly. The gas company was corrupt, but it wouldn’t stop the gas because another bad guy had paid off the gas bills! The bad guy was very angry, and the consequences were very serious. The bad guy disguised himself as a staff member of the gas company, and prepared to show the boss of the gas company a red knife. It turned out that the boss of the gas company was going to die, but the equity was to be transferred to his daughter in his will, so the bad guy killed his daughter. Now the daughter is full of shit, and no one knows who the equity will be given to. The bad guys think, it’s getting cold, let the gas company go bankrupt early, and when the gas stops, a complete bad guy can come out of the steamer, and they’ll be a good bad guy!”

The dying Flame Virgin couldn’t understand what he was saying and only heard half of it. By the time he gushed out the bad guy’s history and relieved his fervent desire to talk, the Flame Virgin who had been stabbed in the chest had already stopped breathing.

“Oh, that’s boring,” said Ashley. No, now we should call him the Devil of Slaughter. He kicked the dead Flame Virgin with his foot, stepped over her body carelessly, and walked towards the Flame’s rift.

There was still a tough battle to fight, the Devil of Slaughter thought cheerfully, but the crazy bitch of Power had coveted the Underground Ant City for a long time.

And Su He.

At the thought of this man, Slaughter spat bitterly. Damn it, he’ll be hacked to death sooner or later!

His heart felt stuffy, and drowsiness came along with the familiar pain. The Devil of Slaughter touched his chest and sneered, “What’s wrong? You can’t stay quiet anymore? Since this body’s been lent to me, you should sleep well and not get up and ruin my big event!”

But after all, this was a borrowed body. Under the struggle of the original owner, the sleeping woman was replaced by the Devil of Slaughter.

The “Holy Flame Virgin” named Ashley once again stepped forward. This time, there was no excitement or fanaticism on his face that belonged to the Devil of Slaughter, and only a blank emptiness remained. He walked silently forward, and a subtle premonition called him. The distorted vision and malice after being absorbed by Slaughter were mixed together and woven into a strange feeling.

Could it be him?

He took out the metal mask that had been broken by him yet carefully repaired.

Could it be that man?

A large number of burning butterflies flew out from the cracks in the Flame’s valley, bumped along the wind, and flew past him.

They were a dazzling red.

He stopped and “watched” the flaming butterflies fly away from his world, just like how on that day, he had watched “Red” leave in the torrential rain. After that day, like a dog who lost his family, he fled the Village of Dusk and struggled to survive in the Underground Ant City, until he had met an incredible power in the lake of fire, which changed his life path, and made him strong and frightening.

At the moment when he was being tortured to death by the force, he desperately searched for a reason to persist, so he repeatedly chewed on the pitiful memories of that person: his fingers holding cigarettes, the slightly tilted corners of his mouth, and the enchanting red tattoo around his eye…

Terrifying bloodthirst melted into twisted infatuation, and he finally went completely crazy. He longed to cut the man’s throat with his own hands, watch him scream in pain, and watch blood fly from his arteries like butterflies. He would hold his head in infatuation, kiss his bloody lips, then treasure his body, watch him rot and bloat, and watch squirming maggots crawl in every inch of his corpse, just like a group of greedy guests dancing in a dinner made of flesh and blood.

It would surely be the most beautiful scenery in the world.

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