Her hair grew longer as time passed, and when she curled up in the corner of the stable, it trailed on the floor, covered with hay and filth, and smelled heavily, like a dirty bed. Dirty lint.

Whenever Taro heard the sound of the farmer's boots entering the stable, she would shiver, freeze, and huddle involuntarily.

The man with the red beard came again. He was wearing a leather waistcoat, carrying a polished birch stick in his hand, and a black whip tied at his belt.

Everyone on the farm knows that the birch stick in the hand is used to beat people, and the riding whip on the belt is used to beat disobedient animals.

The black slaves on the farm suffered a lot from that stick, and they even secretly suspected that beating people was one of the hobbies of the farmer. The white wooden stick made a whistling sound, and it was painful to hit people, but it would not bleed or break bones.

Forbidden to go near that stable, the slaves on the farm knew that the master had hidden a strange "thing" there. But no one knew that it was the "witch" who should have been executed before. They didn't dare to ask about it.

Only in the dead of night would the farmer drag the seeds to be sown to Talo, asking her to bless the seeds.

This time, he put the seed in front of her, but Taro didn't move.

"What are you waiting for?" The wooden stick made an empty sound in the palm of his hand.

Tarot swallowed her saliva, and from the sticky hair, a pair of eyes shouted fear and looked at the human in front of her: "I don't have the strength today...I'm not full..." She wanted to try to order something "more like food" .

The farmer first chuckled. Taking advantage of the moonlight coming in between the planks, Taro saw the veins on his forehead bulge for a moment, he inhaled suddenly, his nostrils swelled, and the stick in his hand was raised high.

Huh, bang!

Talo felt as if a piece of iron had been drawn on her body, she let out a scream and trembled uncontrollably. The strength seems to be greater than ever before.

Crack, crack, crack! After another three sticks, the man seemed to feel that the pain given was not enough, so he dropped the stick and took off the riding whip around his waist.

Talo's eyes suddenly widened, she trembled all over, knelt on the ground and begged: Please don't use a whip! please!

After two years of captivity without leaving home, a truth has been seared into her heart: whips are for whipping animals, but sticks are for beating people.

She just asked him to use a stick.

But the begging didn't work, he raised the whip high, and there was a whistling sound, and the whip hit her for the first time.

That's another pain. It was as if a piece of skin had been torn off. Her wailing became one piece in the dark night.

The farmer didn't stop until he was out of breath. Panting freely, he wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve. He kicked the seed bag in front of him: "How is it, do you have strength?"

Taro, who had been twitching in the darkness, remained motionless. The farmer tied the whip back around his waist and took a few steps closer.

In the darkness, she suddenly laughed softly.

The farmer frowned suspiciously: Isn't this woman crazy?

Tarot giggled, as if dreaming: "Enough...enough..."

She turned over and sat up, with red and swollen welts on her face: "The severe pain can increase a little bit of divine power... that's enough."

As if pulled by an invisible rope, Taro stood up abruptly. She stood in the dark, staring straight at the farmer, her eyes filled with saturated emotions. Like an evil ghost with disheveled hair, the farmer took a step back in shock.

She scratched her body first, making a "hissing" sound between her teeth, as if scratching the moss on her body in pain. Her fingertips began to be covered with things, as if they were covered with black mud—she was "extracting" something from her body, as if she was pulling out invisible silk threads, and those things gradually condensed on her hands into a ball...

The farmer looked at everything in front of him in astonishment, unable to move.

It was a dark red mass, like a mass of black pitch, but charcoal red was burning in the pitch.

It is like some kind of living thing, its edges are constantly groping outwards, as if it wants to expand, its expanded roots are covered with sharp teeth, and every time it expands, it leaves bright red tooth marks on Talo's arm , blood dripped down the arm, as if bitten by a small snake.

"This thing is called..."Resentment"..." Charcoal red illuminated Talo's dirty and dark face, she looked obsessively at the small thing in the palm of her hand, "It is a kind of thing hiding in the gaps in the body, constantly gnawing Visceral stuff...

"You humans want to express it, usually with drastic means."

The fear exceeded the critical point, the farmer collapsed, he turned and started to run away, the leather boots under his feet made ridiculous sounds on the ground, like the croaking sound of boots being pulled out from the mud.

Talo threw the ball of charcoal red and black mud towards his back, the ball of living things stuck to his back, screamed and hooked the tentacles covered with sharp teeth to his back, the man yelled in pain He wanted to use his hands to pull off the things on his back, but the resentment had silently integrated into his body.

The black mud suddenly wrapped the farmer's heart. The heart seemed to be on fire.

The farmer suddenly fell into great resentment, he stopped running away, picked up the stick and rushed back.

At this time, there was another thing suspended in Taluo's palm, which was a slowly rotating gray mist. That cloud of gray fog can cover anything, and nothing can be seen clearly through it.

When he was about to rush forward, Tarot threw the gray mist over and into his body.

"This is 'depression'. "She had a smile on her face, as if she was giving her good things generously, "If this feeling is strong enough, people will be unable to move."

Although the gray mist is a stagnant and heavy force, it is stronger than resentment. As soon as it entered his body, it instantly solidified and became extremely heavy, like cement that dried up in an instant, filling the five internal organs, making people not want to move.

What's even more frightening is that the resentment has not disappeared under the solidified and thick gray fog. It was buried in the depths, repeatedly burning and stinging people's hearts...

The farmer was no longer willing to lift the stick, and he sat down on the ground with shortness of breath, and the huge sense of despair pressed him to the ground.

Talo walked over happily, with excitement in her eyes, she took out something from her head, it was a mass of constantly beating and changing things, it seemed very unstable. She shoved the thing into his temple. .

""crazy". New to my buddy. "

He leaned back violently like an epileptic seizure, bending his body into a terrible angle, trying his best to hide his pupils in his eyelids, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

Burning resentment, heavy depression, crazy torture.

He exhaled for too long and suddenly stopped, and there was a scalp-numbing inhalation sound ~lightnovelpub.net~ like a strange cry. The poor human heart is besieged by all kinds of intense and pure emotions, twitching and beating like trembling, getting weaker and weaker...

His body fell to the side, and the blood on his flushed cheeks ebbed, like the clouds after the sunset had completely set, turning black in an instant.

Talo stood loosely beside the farmer, blinking at the man who had tortured her.

The farmer's lost eyes stared at the void behind Talo, where there were three giant tree-like shadows, much larger than what she had condensed in her hands.

Of the three shadows, one is burning charcoal red, the other is the gray mist that seals everything, and the other is the madness that is constantly beating.

They are like three huge monuments, standing behind the god.

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