Chapter 179 The Mixed-Blood Demon

Author: Book Eater

Chapter 179 The Mixed-Blood Demon

The Siren had already dealt with the memory of biting blood. When I entered my dream, she told me about this.

However, because this was only extracted from a very small amount of spiritual fragments that bit blood, the content of the memory was pitifully small. Siren told me that there was only a simple scene in this memory and some fragments. But I still had an impulse to resist. When I thought about being able to peek at the memory of the evil "girl" that made me dream about, I felt indescribably despicable excitement.

In the mountains and clearings under the moonlight, she showed me that short memory. Everything in front of me quickly decomposes and reorganizes, and eventually becomes an indoor scene.

It looks like the interior of a dilapidated wooden house. It should be a bedroom, and the lighting is not turned on in the room. It is still daytime outside the window, but the sky is covered with dark clouds, with pouring rainstorms, and occasionally low thunder. The ceiling of the bedroom is still leaking in the floor, the air is filled with the smell of damp and decay of wood, the furniture is old and deteriorated, and poverty and shabby everywhere can be seen everywhere.

At this moment, I was watching all this from the perspective of blood biting. From the perspective of perspective, the blood biting in this memory was still a short young girl, thin, and it was like a gust of wind would be blown down. She was holding a sharp knife in her hand and facing a wooden bed. On the bed was a sleeping woman, and the woman's appearance could not be seen clearly.

The blood-biting childhood seemed to be quite bad. I don’t know what kind of childhood experience it was, but I could only empathize with her thoughts at this moment. She thought to herself that in her life that has suffered humiliation and hunger, only the woman in front of her will regard herself as a human being.

And I will kill this woman next.

In the future, no one will love me, and no one will hug me again.

She didn't have any hatred for her, and the other party had never done anything that made her uncomfortable. While she did such unforgivable things, she would inevitably push herself into the abyss with her own hands and be crushed to pieces and be worthless.

When she thought of this, her heart was filled with shattered joy.

At the same time, she also saw her depraved nature again. She would feel happy for her evil and inferiority. How hopeless is she? While she was thinking this, she couldn't help but smile.

She stared at the woman on the wooden bed, slowly raised her sharp knife, and suddenly stabbed her after a moment.

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I read her memories based on the idea of ​​understanding the psychology of blood biting, but after reading it, I felt that it was even more difficult for me to understand blood biting.

Then I went to see other fragments of memory, which basically had no complete scenes, just some simple flashbacks. There were blood bites in my teens and twenties, and blood bites in my thirties and forties and fifties. Although she was doing different things at different ages and in different places, the psychological background contained in each fragment was similar. She was always trying to guide others into tragedy in various ways, and sometimes she also involved herself in tragedy.

As I looked, I remembered some of the knowledge I had seen before describing demons.

It is said that real demons pursue pain. Although demons often say that they are pleasing demons through sacrifices, this is just a "say that is convenient for human understanding". Human pursuits can be divided into two types, one is to obtain happiness, that is, to pursue happiness; the other is to get rid of pain, that is, to pursue peace of mind. The demons are not in these two areas. The real demons aim for pain, or even torture themselves as their only purpose.

When humans pursue pain, they are either to obtain pathological happiness or to get rid of greater pain, rather than to the pain itself, so they cannot understand the spiritual nature of the demon.

If the blood of the demon is mixed into the human soul, it may give birth to a mixed-blood demon with extremely pathological human nature, that is, people like biting blood.

Only through the destruction of others or oneself can she gain happiness and peace of mind.

She was not a bad person because she was persecuted by society or others, nor because she had some tragic past that could cause sympathy and make people cry. She was born with hopeless evil.

Not limited to mixed-blood demons, even warlocks who learn demon knowledge and imitate demons will be infected with such madness, thus unconsciously yearning for others and even their own destruction. The stronger the demon warlock, the more so.

This can also be seen from the magician I have come into contact with in the past.

For example, Lao Gu, unlike me who was confused in the past, he had a deep understanding of the horror of the secret world and the hugeness of the Security Bureau, but he did not know the world that frequently attacked the families of the Security Bureau. He did not just have a grudge against the Security Bureau. It would be better to say that he became a magician who regarded revenge on me as an absolute value for life, but he insisted on attacking the families of the Security Bureau members who did not even know his face or name, and brought himself to life. It would be fine if he was a fool who did not distinguish between the primary and secondary, but the fool had been away from the pursuit of the Security Bureau for many years with his power that could not be so weak.

For example, the middleman, he insisted on staying in Liucheng even though he knew that he was targeted by the main-level law enforcement warrior. It seemed that this could be explained by his deep obsession with Qiao An, but even so, he could leave Liucheng first for a while to avoid the limelight, or just leave the original body, and use his clone who is completely synchronized with his perception to continue to attack Qiao An in Liucheng. Perhaps it would be a best idea to simply kidnap Qiao An and take him away from Liucheng. With his intelligence, he completely wanted to get this step, but he did not know that his original body and clone were placed in Liucheng at the same time, and eventually died in my hands.

The same is true for the succubus. She fuses with the Demon of Fog in pursuit of power. It would be fine if she could compete with Lecque after the fusion, but she couldn't even beat me at that time, but she insisted on completing the fusion in Bairi Town, which is the jurisdiction of Lecque; the evil moves fled in a panic for more than 20 years under the pursuit of the law enforcement warlocks in order to survive. After fusing the Demon of Fog, she even ignored the self's demise; Yuchi even used any means to become stronger, and even pushed his personality to destruction step by step as the price; the crazy believer became even more direct, and he even used suicide as a means to pursue the truth.

Among them, Yuchi and the crazy believers will probably go on the path of self-destruction even if they are not demons. So, perhaps it is not that the more powerful the demon is, the more self-destructive the more self-destructive the demon is, but that the more self-destructive the demon is, the stronger it is.

Blood biting is completely different from most demon warriors who unconsciously pursue shattering. According to the psychological background I frequently capture in those flashbacks, blood biting has a clear awareness of its own destruction, and is also very different from other demon warriors in terms of "sickness". If the demon blood of the succubus is still very thin, the blood concentration of the demon blood biting is too high, so that it can penetrate into her bone marrow and mix into her humanity.

Since the moment she was born as a mixed-race demon, she has completely lost her fate with normal happiness. She is born crazy and has a lesion of human nature hidden in her mind. While she is crazy about humiliating and destroying others, she is also eager to be humiliated and destroyed. In other words, she also has extreme sadism and abuse.

However, this arises a problem that cannot be ignored.

Why is she so afraid of death?

It is natural for her to fear death to appear in a normal personality, but it is undoubtedly contradictory to her self-conscious extreme and destructive personality.

The next day, I woke up from my dream. Looking at the time displayed on the wall clock, it was morning. I remember that I slept on the dark knee pillow last night, and now I slept on the bed in her room. It seemed that she moved me to the bed and laid it flat after I fell asleep, and specially helped me take off my shoes and socks.

In addition, I was embarrassed to say that she took off my clothes. I searched around the room and couldn't find my own clothes. I didn't know where she hid my clothes and why did she do that.

It sounds like ambiguous for women to untied men's clothes, but I don't think she would have any possible ideas about me. However, it is true that Zhuan's thinking puzzled me. Put yourself in the shoes of the blue bird, if I bite blood and killed the blue bird, I would not kill the blue bird in the future, but let her pillow on my thighs, after she fell asleep, she thoughtfully took off her shoes and socks, then gently took off her clothes and put her on the bed, covering her with a quilt? No matter how you think about it, it is wrong. Of course, I am different from the blue bird and the blue bird and the blood, and my husband and me, and maybe I shouldn't be so slandered.

I found a large bath towel in the bathroom and planned to go to my room next door. I remember that I had put the container model there, which contained changed clothes, but Zhuan should be there too. Since I slept in her room last night, she should have slept in my room. It was a pity that she didn't take the opportunity to attack me last night.

"It doesn't matter, I stared at her all night. If she wants to do something bad to you, I will wake you up as soon as possible." Siren seemed to hear my heart.

"Thank you." I said. But even if Zhu An really takes action, she can't bypass my dangerous awareness. She may understand this.

"Also, she is quite normal when you look at it, but after she falls asleep, she feels crazy." Siren said in a low voice, "I think she must have a serious mental illness."

She added, "Maybe no lighter than you."

She said this so much that it was really complicated inside.

It seems that the dark pearls in my eyes are different from the dark pearls in other people's eyes.

The quiet and strong Zhuan in front of me seemed to be just the image she performed, and she did not let me see her true face for a second.

I was a little curious about what Zhuanan did last night to make Siren feel that she had a mental illness. She was about to ask Siren to "replay" and see someone pushing the door open. She walked in, and she was carrying a few paper bags in her hand.

"You're awake." She walked to the bed, put a few paper bags on the bed, and took out the things from it, "Then let's change into this set of clothes."

What she took out looked like she had just bought clothes.

"Where is my original clothes?" I asked.

"Your clothing style is no different from that of a middle school boy. In order to prevent you from wearing that outfit to play a couple with me, I threw it away. Your face was very young, and since you were going to disguise yourself as someone else's husband, you must at least dress up more maturely," she explained.

I had nothing to say when she criticized her clothes as if she was a middle school boy, because before she mentioned it, the concept of "wear style" could not even appear in my mind. No wonder she wanted to take away my clothes, but there was nothing wrong with asking me about this kind of thing. Although I couldn't say no to her.

Bluebird has never criticized my clothes for her. However, after careful recollection, Bluebird doesn’t seem to care much about dressing, mainly for convenience of activities, and does not like to wear skirts, and likes simple, neutral and refreshing dressing. However, all clothes look good on her, and even if it is a neutral outfit, with her good figure, it makes it difficult to realize that she is wearing a dress that can be referenced by the opposite sex.

Zhuan's black gauze dress further highlights the feminine style, or the ladylike style, and has a little bit of mourning clothes. At this moment, Zhuan came over with her new clothes, as if she wanted to put it on for me with her own hands, and without listening to my rejection, I could only let her mercy on my body like a doll.

Standing in front of me, she was half a head shorter than me, tidied up my collar and shoulders like a sister, and was as close as a newly married wife. Yesterday, she had always kept her distance from me intentionally, but now she was probably considering that she would play a couple with me in the future, so she might have done her ideological work for herself, and the sense of distance has temporarily disappeared.

After finishing, she took two steps back to examine me who had changed into dress. I felt a little old-fashioned in this outfit, and she watched me fall into silence for a long time.

"Let's go." After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the door.

I followed up, and the Siren made a sound in my mind, "She is very dangerous, I feel that she is planning something scary."

"No need to 'mostly', I know she wanted to kill me. And she didn't 'find a way to kill me', she already had a way. She didn't attack me immediately, just because that was probably not a direct way to take effect." I understood very well that last night, she had actually had a real killing intention on me, but it was not so clear at that time.

And now I clearly felt that she was completely determined to kill me.

(End of this chapter)
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