Another World: My life is on the rise!

But when the next scene of the past memories freezes.

Lin Ying still stood there in a daze. The girl appeared again. She had really grown up a lot, but she was so thin that she could hardly see her past appearance.

She lit the brazier.

Her state obviously made people feel that something was wrong. She sat there holding the clay pot, and the firelight was reflected on her empty face.

That was the money she had saved for so long. Just as she said before, she would use this money to take her mother away from here, so that they would no longer have to endure the abuse of that beast.

Even the marks on the locust tree could be seen. She finally saved enough money to leave here.

But her state was not right.

The fire burned more and more fiercely.

She poured all the money she had saved in the clay pot into the brazier.

It was like some kind of memorial service.

It was like it was no longer needed, as if all this had lost its meaning.

She watched the fire burn for a long time, the ashes flying all over the yard, and her face was completely motionless, no expression could be seen.

Since then.

She never spoke again.

It was as if her soul had died with the fire that day.

That night.

She saw the man coming home drunk again, stepping over the snow, stumbling towards the room.

She heard a scream.

She heard the sound of the clothes being torn.

Then there were explosions and fires, as well as the man's angry roar and abuse.

…

The past memories were frozen again.

When Lin Ying saw her again with trembling eyes, she had already become a different person. Half of her face was covered with burns and melts. She lost half of her arms, and her neck, body, and legs were all covered with large patches of burn marks.

She didn't die.

The man didn't die either.

Maybe it was because of the dampness of the gunpowder, or maybe it was because the weapons that could be circulated to this remote area in that era were of poor quality.

So that day, she didn't go to hell with that man.

But she still had no expression.

The locust flowers bloomed.

They were still as beautiful as they were in the past few years.

At that moment, she seemed to really want to reach out her hand, just like before, to catch the beautiful petals, raise her head and stare blankly for a whole day like before.

Snap——

The sharp whip fell heavily on her back, whipping her to the ground. Lin Ying could clearly see the devil walking in from the gate angrily, stepping on his daughter, followed by a violent lashing and abuse.

Lin Ying's eyes were bloodshot, she wanted to rush over to stop it, but she went straight through their bodies.

Because it was an illusion.

It was a memory of the past that had already happened.

The sharp whip tore her burned skin, leaving bloody wounds on her body. Later, her entire back was bloody, but she didn't make a sound until the man was tired of beating her.

She seemed to have turned into a demon long ago.

She dragged her bleeding body to get up, raised her head and looked at the swaying treetops and the fallen flowers on the ground, but they were not fallen flowers, but her blood splashed on the snow.

"I curse you..."

At the moment when the sunset fell, she stretched out her bloody nails.

Under the locust tree, she engraved her first words in many years.

"If I die..."

"Then let me become a ghost..."

"If I can't become a ghost... then let me become a curse that he can't get rid of..."

She raised her head empty, just like the prayers she had prayed day and night.

"Did you hear that, big tree..."

...

Puff-Puff--

In the last moment of her life, on a dark, moonless night, under this lush locust tree.

The butcher knife fell heavily again and again.

Scarlet blood splashed on the lines of handwriting she had carved on the tree trunk.

In the reflection.

It was the figure that kept mechanically swinging the bone-chopping knife downwards, and the voice that was twisted with pleasure. Under the locust flowers all over the ground, her body was dragged out of the house.

One knife after another.

That night, the locust flowers began to bloom particularly brightly, as bright as blood.

The locust tree that had grown for many years.

Its roots were dug up.

It seemed that it could hear the sound of the shovel digging the soil bit by bit.

It was like something was buried heavily under the bright red soil, and many years later it took root and sprouted, and bloomed the blood-like flowers.

The locust flowers are still blooming.

But the girl who used to stare at it blankly could no longer be seen.

She was not gone.

She was just buried in the loess under her feet, together with the tree, and would never be separated again.

And from that day on.

No one knew why, it seemed that there was no sunny day over the whole town. Many people could always hear the ethereal singing coming from afar when they went out at night, and seemed to see a shadow dancing.

The courtyard at the end of the town also seemed to have no one living there since that period of time.

Someone couldn't help but step in out of curiosity, and never came out again.

There was only one little girl who couldn't help but wanted to go in to find her playmate and stepped in once. But she went crazy when she came out. She cried when she saw people. When someone asked her, she kept shaking her head.

A long time.

When many people passed by the courtyard, they seemed to be able to hear a man's voice of fear and begging for mercy coming from inside.

Many people say that is the male host there.

But many people said that their family had already moved out of this town and no one lived there.

But no one dared to take a step inside.

The memories of the past kept flying back, the entire courtyard continued to be dilapidated over time, the houses began to decay, and the entire courtyard became more and more messy under the heavy rain washing over and over again.

But only the locust tree.

But it is becoming more and more lush, and what it blooms is no longer pale white petals, but increasingly bright red flowers.

Blood-like flowers.

And when the flashback to the past was once again frozen, Lin Ying finally saw the girl again in a daze.

Just like the girl in the first scene who likes to stare at the treetops in a daze.

She was still wearing the same dress as before, still leaning against the tree, still reaching out to catch the drifting locust flowers.

but.

The locust flower went straight through her outstretched hand.

She has become a ghost.

She could no longer catch the Sophora japonica flowers.

Sometimes she sat hollowly on the branches of the locust tree, sometimes on the decaying swing, her body as light as if a gust of wind could blow her away, and sometimes she stared blankly at the soil where her body was buried.

But obviously this time is short-lived.

For a longer period of time, there was only madness and hatred in her eyes. The forms she occasionally took were also broken and rotten. She screamed day and night, madly torturing the man in the room.

Sometimes she doesn't even know why.

She just felt that the man trapped by her in the house looked familiar and disgusted her, but she could not remember why she trapped him.

She couldn't even remember who she was.

But she always felt that there was something she had to do...

She thought about it day and night.

Finally one day.

She remembered everything and finally understood the meaning of her existence.

She thought of what the man named father had done to her and her mother, she thought of the words she had carved on the locust tree, and of the words her mother had uttered after being tortured by him day and night. Wail and cry.

The only obsession she has is to kill him...

That moment.

The endless pain during her lifetime was like a tide that flooded her soul. She kept crying and going crazy, and kept calling her mother's name.

The terrible resentment surged out of her body like a bursting ocean.

She broke down the door of the house.

She looked at the unconscious man who had been tortured by him, and his face was already so ferocious that she could no longer distinguish it.

The culprit of everything.

Her mother, her burial, those tortures, those inhuman abuses.

She didn't know why she forgot.

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Because this is obviously something she will never allow herself to forget before her death!

But she didn't need to think about it at this moment.

Because that man is right in front of her now.

She was finally able to send this devilish man to hell with her own hands after her death!

That moment.

In that great pain and cry of revenge, she frantically stabbed her hand into the man's heart.

Everything will end here.

If everything ended here, it might also mark the end of her short life.

But it was like fate played such a huge joke on her.

The man was right in front of her.

She could even see her nails piercing the skin on his chest, but she could no longer take a step forward.

Her pupils shattered violently.

Her soul began to fall apart.

She saw the withered hand pierced from behind, and could even see the squirming flesh and blood cysts and vertical eyes on that hand.

"Hey, it should be just right now. If it's any later, our plan won't be able to be implemented."

"It's really an accident. It's just an evil spirit that has just transformed. It can break through the seal set for her in such a short period of time. It seems that she really hates it."

"But isn't it more interesting?"

"Haha, but this is fine. The conditions for the formation of the curse are enough. Use the huge hatred when the evil spirit collapses to make this curse run forever. I think this will definitely be able to wait until the blood-clothed evil spirit is summoned. One day, it’s so wonderful. I really can’t imagine what kind of terrible evil ghost we can create in the future. I think it will definitely be a disaster, hahaha.”

"What about him?"

"Welcome to be one of us, welcome to... the Flesh God Cult. I think our God is really happy to have such devout believers."

Click——

Her soul was shattered into thousands of pieces in that hand, her pupils were dilated, and she could only hear the sound of the mysterious conversation behind her.

She could no longer see or hear...

And at the last moment.

She also did not complete her...

revenge.