Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

A woman in a white dress with a golden bun behind her head was sitting at a desk with her back to Mark.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight shone into the room like a dream, and the woman lay her hands on the table, motionless.

Everything around is silent, and there is no sound.

Mark lay on the bed, looking sideways at the woman at the table.

He was extremely puzzled, he clearly remembered that he was on the [Mechanical Ascension]. He didn't want to admit it, but he was used to falling asleep in a cabin that crackled with the waves.

And now look outside, what kind of cabin is this?

This is clearly a house on land.

He woke up from a haze, and saw an unfamiliar woman sitting on the desk in front of him.

Where did this woman come from?

What a joke!

A group of A-level powerhouses around him can still make people sneak in without making a sound?

It was eerily quiet.

Mark frowned, trying to open his eyes wide, trying to see who the woman sitting there was.

But the more he tried to see clearly, the more he couldn't see clearly.

His eyes, which had always been excellent, seemed to lose their focus. What made him even more frightened was that his body was as if a ghost had pressed a bed, and he couldn't even move a single finger!

In a daze, there seemed to be something whispering, the voice was very close, right next to his earball, it seemed to be gnawing at his ear lightly as if grinding his teeth, while slurring horrible words with his mouth.

Mixed with the illusion of limbs being eaten, the sound became more and more strange.

On his right temple, several icy gazes cast him, and he seemed to be able to imagine that there were several terrifying vertical pupils, staring at him without blinking.

Mark felt goosebumps popping out all over his body.

"Click!"

The woman at the desk suddenly moved.

In an instant, all the voices disappeared except for the woman. Mark restrained his mind and looked at the woman at the table.

The woman in the dress stood up silently, with her back turned to him, motionless. Her body was so soft that when the night wind blew, the sleeves of the dress fluttered in the wind.

The sleeves where the arms rest are so loose and empty, as if there are no limbs...

No!

etc!

It's not 'as if', that woman really has no limbs!

"You..." Mark wanted to say something, but he was horrified to find that he couldn't even squeeze a complete sentence out of his throat.

Intense fear dominated his body, as if he was enjoying the damn electric shock, his clenched teeth were rattling non-stop. Every inch of skin and every muscle on his body was trembling uncontrollably, and large drops of cold sweat oozed from the hundred thousand pores all over his body.

hell!

Originally, after seeing the real evil god, Mark thought that he could face all the weirdness in this world without hesitation.

However, at the moment when all his supernatural props were deprived and all his supernatural power could not be used, when he faced strange events again as an ordinary person, he found that he seemed to have made little progress from before time travel.

The woman finally turned around.

It's the body that doesn't understand, and the neck slowly turns back 180 degrees.

From behind, he saw the woman's white neck dissociate silently like a melting candle.

So is the female face.

However, the blood and tears oozing from the corners of the woman's eyes flowed on her face, and through the traces of blood flow, the outline of a delicate woman's face could still be discerned.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

The rhythmic swing of the white dress seemed to tell Mark that the woman was walking.

Women have no legs!

There were crisp footsteps under the empty skirt again, and the footsteps didn't stop until the floating female body floated in front of Mark's bed.

Mark experienced fear for the first time in a long time.

He turned his head wildly in his mind, calling out the omnipotent fate dice in his heart.

However, no dice!

There is nothing that can protect him.

The woman spoke, no, it was more like the blood-soaked, tangible transparent face opening and closing its mouth.

Blood foam was sprayed out one by one.

Mark finally heard what the woman said:

"Hand...give me back my...hand..."

The cold and strange woman got closer and closer to Mark, but his body could not move, and his limbs and back began to cramp violently.

When the woman raised her sleeves and protruded a pair of inhuman claws from the opening of the sleeves, the fear in Mark's heart climbed to the extreme.

He instinctively wanted to close his eyes to prevent the scene of him being murdered. But that kind of cold fear seemed to be glue, tightly stuck to his eyelids, not to mention closing his eyes, even blinking became a 'luxury' move for him.

"Bah!"

The woman's non-existent, cold and temperatureless hands appeared from the illusion, grabbed Mark's left hand, and tore it violently...

The woman smiled: "Now, I have hands..."

"what--"

Mark exhausted his last strength, let out an earth-shattering scream, and jumped up from the bed at the same time.

When he used too much force, he even fell directly.

The next second, the woman disappeared.

Instead, it was a mutilated puppet face.

This would have been an extremely terrifying scene, but Mark hugged the doll tightly like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, and there was a pillow that got in.

"Young Master, what's the matter with you?" It might have been less than a second before Conrad and Helena rushed into Mark's cabin.

In other cases, this is a scene of social death.

Such a big person, but hugging a doll and a pillow.

However, their focus was that Mark's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, his face was pale, his pupils dilated uncontrollably, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo-"

Mark, who was still in shock, leaned on Minnie's wooden arm, breathing in the fresh, slightly salty air from the sea.

That feeling, as if I can no longer breathe in the next second.

Helena rushed up and screamed, "No! Mark! Your soul is missing!"

In the vision of the soul, Mark's left arm disappeared from the elbow.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have lost feeling in his left hand a long time ago. Even though he still had his left hand, it was as if he had lost his left arm. He couldn't even move a finger of his left hand.

Everyone knows that Mark's spiritual body has expanded once.

What is missing this time is the part that was expanded before.

The loss cannot be said to be insignificant, but if the original soul core has not been touched, then at least there is still salvation.

There were no ordinary people present, and of course they were aware of what had happened.

Conrad's big copper bell-like eyes widened: "Young Master, you are cursed!"

Subconsciously, Mark took out the card [Remnant of the Valkyrie] with his left hand, and said what he saw in his dream in an almost whispering tone.

"Then what are you waiting for! Destroy it now!" Conrad was so angry that he couldn't bear to have this evil thing by his side.

But Helena shook her head: "No! It's not that easy to solve. Someone, even a powerful organization, is cursing Mark across space. The level of this spell is quite high, and there is a high probability that it will arouse everything around the victim. [Anomaly], let it fall into fear. But the essence of the curse is still devouring the soul of Master Mark."

"Then what should we do?" It was Minnie who asked.

As the one who has been with Mark all the time, she is the most guilty.

When Mark had an accident, she and Byson were unable to enter Mark's nightmare and pull him out.

It's ridiculous. The one who can deal with the curse the most should be Mark, a knowledgeable believer.

It's a pity that he is a guy whose actual combat is better than theory, and he was blinded on the spot when he encountered such a profound spell.

Conrad suggested: "Why don't you try going to the Church of Evernight? Ms. Evernight's forte is to fight against evil spells. And the Church of Evernight is not likely to abuse the young master."

Mark suddenly realized that he was stubborn!

Not only did he have no enmity with the Church of Light and Night, but they had a deep bond.

Even if the Goddess of Light is upset with him this time, it would be good to have Ms. Hei Ye backing him up. What's more, his father's father is still a member of the Guangming God Sect.

"so be it……"

Unbeknownst to Mark, around a dark underground altar, a group of mysterious men in gray robes were whispering.

The strange atmosphere is spreading endlessly.

"Successful?"

"Succeeded and failed again."

"How to say!"

"According to the amount of soul that was annihilated, even with the normal Sequence 7 Doctor Who's soul strength, he should die in a frenzy. But obviously, his soul strength far exceeds that of a Sequence 7 Extraordinary."

"Are you an idiot? Why didn't you go all out from the beginning!" The man who looked like a leader slapped the person who spoke just now.

"He...he has an at least A-level Extraordinary that covers up his soul breath, and we spent a lot of extra mental power just to locate it. During the curse attack, we were attacked by another Unidentified Destiny-type Extraordinary It is impossible to connect more threads of doom. It can only activate the [doom items] around him. This greatly reduces the effect of the entire spell."

"Bastard!" The leader slapped the man again: "You have to deal with him as a [Death Breaker]! This kind of guy must increase the risk level by at least three levels! Get ready now, and find out who he is no matter how bad it is." Who! Where is the person! Even if we cannot destroy him at the soul level, we must kill him physically!"

"Yes! Please don't worry, my lord. The main body of the [Misfortune Item] used to be a high-sequence battle angel. After turning into an evil object, the power of the full body is at least S-level. That carabiner Cthulhu will definitely not be able to hold it. "

"very good."