Chapter 77: Sixty-three Mom… Mom…_3
“Go to Hell and repent.”
Corey’s voice gradually dissipated.
As he said, Ulu couldn’t see anything; he could only feel that the darkness hid countless monsters, laughing, running, stripping the flesh from Ulu’s body piece by piece.
Then Ulu fell to the ground.
The harm he had just done his utmost to inflict on Corey was nothing compared to a second in this darkness.
But he had tried his hardest.
He really did exert all his strength.
He gently closed his eyes.
Ulu stood in a pure white world, with a straight road ahead of him.
Though he didn’t know why, he walked on this road, limping along.
The scenery by the roadside was pure white, but it wasn’t completely so.
He could see blurry images, hear vague sounds.
It was the night he received a small box, sitting anxiously with a finger inside it.
He continued forward.
It was when he sat in a merchant’s house, holding a bag of grain, arrogantly saying, “This is the relief grain from above, the price is as is, are you going to haggle with Rhein?”
He continued forward.
It was him sitting in front of a young boy, eyebrows raised lightly: “Do you know the price of this?”
He followed behind Lu Ji, appearing to be doing something, but his expression was hesitant, “Is this really okay?”
He lay in a pool of blood, and Kelsay was sheathing his sword, speaking indifferently: “Sorry, I struck too hard.”
He was reading by the window.
Priest Lu Ji made him kneel.
That snowy winter, he stood in front of the church, begging the priest for food.
He could hardly walk anymore.
So tired, really so tired.
And so painful, really so painful.
But it seemed he didn’t need to continue walking; he looked up ahead.
The road had an end, a house ablaze.
Suddenly he found the strength again.
So he forgot the tiredness, the pain, even forgot who he was, and just knew to move forward, keep moving forward to that house.
The blazing fire slowly extinguished and turned back to a snow-covered scene.
Then it flickered to an orange hue, the whole house covered with frosted leaves.
Next were cicada sounds, real cicada sounds, as if calling out desperately for something.
Finally, there was greenery.
The broken Ulu finally stood in front of the house, staring blankly at the face in front of the door, almost erased by the years.
She smiled faintly, just as in his memories.
Ulu opened his mouth.
His throat was damaged.
He shouldn’t have been able to make any sounds at all.
But he still uttered a sound,
the word engraved in his life.
The darkness dissipated.
The “Ulu” who stood up again grabbed Corey’s neck and then slowly lifted his hand,
He plucked out Corey’s left eye.
“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Corey let out a scream of sheer agony, enormous fear and the will to survive still made him struggle out of “Ulu’s” grasp.
He didn’t know what had happened, having just been enjoying his killing spree of Ulu in the space of “Divine Skill·Extreme Darkness”, but now, he could only cover his empty left eye socket and watch a scene he would never forget in this lifetime.
The “Ulu” who was on the brink of death took out his own left eye and then put the eye he had just taken from Corey into the bloody socket.
“I say, why is that?” “Ulu” slowly spoke, with a voice entirely different from before, “Every step of this guy was within my calculations; his coming here, offering his life, was predicted. From the beginning to the end, this guy never escaped my control, and I got what I wanted…”
Bai Wei slowly turned his head and then gradually opened that left eye.
In an instant, that star-like, brilliant eye seemed to truly come to life.
“But why,” said Bai Wei, “can’t I feel happy at all?”