Play Speak
When the ceremony began, there was a gloomy altar, hideous witchcraft, and strange spells.
The young girl was tied up like a lamb to be slaughtered, fear and anger exploding in her chest.
But fate is a fickle thing.
The ceremony was accidentally interrupted. She awakened at the moment of death, broke free from the shackles, and made those with ulterior motives pay a heavy price.
Now, facing this scarred altar again, the hatred in her heart is still there.
There was still a hint of dried dark red in the cracks of the altar. That was her blood, which had flowed down many years ago. It was regarded as a "holy object" that connected with the gods and was worshiped.
However, to her, this so-called "holy object" was nothing more than a symbol of endless pain and humiliation.
Feng Chenning moved lightly with lotus steps, and the sound of her clothes rubbing against each other was particularly clear in the dead silence.
She walked slowly up to the priest who was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, and looked down at him condescendingly.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but the smile did not reach her eyes. On the contrary, deep in her beautiful eyes, there was a boundless indifference and determination.
The priest looked in a dishevel, his black robe was torn, revealing a series of open wounds. Blood oozed out and gathered into a sticky pool at his side.
He was breathing heavily, each breath pulling at his lungs and making a hissing sound, his cloudy eyes were filled with panic and unwillingness.
The pride and majesty just now on the altar have been shattered into pieces, leaving only endless fear.
"You...you witch, you dared to destroy the ritual of God and disobey the will of heaven. You will be punished by heaven! The wrath of God will burn you to ashes!"
The priest, holding on to his last bit of strength, widened his eyes, and spat viciously, saliva mixed with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, looking very miserable.
Hearing this, Feng Chenning curled her red lips slightly and let out a sneer, just like frost flowers on a cold night, icy and bone-chilling.
She walked towards the priest step by step, slowly but with a sense of oppression. Every step she took seemed to step on the heart of the priest, making the already guilty priest sweat profusely.
"God's ritual? Destiny?" Her voice was like breaking ice, and every word hit the ground with a thud.
As she walked, she kicked the dagger that fell on the ground towards the priest. With a "whoosh" sound, the dagger brushed past the priest's ear and pierced straight into the stone wall behind him, scaring him so much that his neck shrank.
"It sounds nice, but you greedy people are just using the name of God to do dirty things, using my blood to satisfy your own desires, so that you can enjoy God's grace and cling to power. Now you're talking about destiny. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
After saying that, Feng Chenning leaned over, grabbed the priest's collar with her bare hands, and pulled the terrified face closer, close enough to see every trace of fear in his eyes.
The priest trembled with fear, his Adam's apple rolled, and he tried to argue: "You know that the rise and fall of the family depends on this. You have a special bloodline, and you should dedicate yourself to the family. This is an honor...!"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Chenning grabbed the priest's throat with her hooked hands and lifted him up.
The force was so great that the nails almost dug into his flesh, instantly turning his face purple and making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Glory? Do you want this glory? How ridiculous!"
The priest lifted his feet off the ground, kicked and struggled, trying to pry Feng Chenning's fingers apart with his hands, but his efforts were like an ant trying to shake a tree.
It took a lot of effort to utter a few words to beg for mercy: "Mercy... Spare my life, they... forced me to do it, I was just following their orders."
"Oh. Isn't it too late to beg for mercy now?" Feng Chenning swung his hand violently, and the priest fell to the ground like a worn-out sack, groaning in pain.
The priest's breath gradually weakened, his face was as pale as paper, and his body was shaking like a sieve. "I... I know I was wrong. From now on, I will pray for you in front of God..."
Feng Chenning raised her eyebrows and stepped on the blood on the ground, splashing a few blood flowers. "Pray for blessings? I don't want your hypocritical prayers. If God has eyes, how could he protect you, a group of people who have lost their humanity? If there is a hell, you will step into it first, and I will rush there immediately..."
"Forget it, it seems that this is my fate..."
The priest murmured, the light in his eyes went out, and his body went limp and motionless.
Feng Chenning was left standing there alone, and the secret room was filled with deathly silence.
She opened her red lips slightly, and every word she spoke was like an icy spike falling to the ground, chilling people to the bone. "The so-called God is nothing but a cover for evil thoughts. Since I have already escaped from the dead end, I will make this false altar collapse forever, and let the greedy souls never rest in peace."
She had already seen clearly that the god was nothing more than a fig leaf covering up evil thoughts, a huge lie to trick ants into sacrificing themselves.
As he spoke, Feng Chenning looked at the altar that had once housed the false god but was now in ruins. All the humiliation and despair of the past flashed through his eyes like a revolving lantern.
"This punishment is nothing more than blood for blood. Karma is inevitable in this world. I can't escape, and neither can you..."
Back then, they all thought they could succeed in the name of God, but they didn't know that cause and effect will always prevail.
They sowed evil seeds and must bear the consequences, becoming dead souls below.
The surroundings were quiet. Feng Chenning lowered her head. Her plain silk dress was already splattered with blood. The mottled red was like a blooming flower, blooming wantonly on the hem of her skirt, ferocious and eye-catching.
Feng Chenning looked at her pair of exquisite embroidered shoes. The cute mandarin ducks embroidered on the uppers were now soaked in blood, wet and sticky. Every step she took left a glaring blood mark on the ground.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes revealing disgust and coldness, and she suddenly raised her foot and kicked the blood-stained embroidered shoes away.
The embroidered shoes drew an arc in the air, hit the stone wall with a "bang", dropped a few drops of blood, and then fell to the corner.
Feng Chenning raised his eyes, looked towards the faint light at the exit of the secret room, and walked forward.
He lifted his foot and stepped onto the stone steps leading to the ground, one step at a time, slowly and steadily. His bare feet touched the cold stone slabs, and the chill ran straight through the soles of his feet into his heart.
The candlelight in the basement flickered behind her, casting a shadow of her slender figure, dragging on the ground, like a soul-catcher from hell.
As the steps moved upward, the bloody smell gradually faded, but the memories of the past came flooding back like a tide.
During those days and nights imprisoned in the dark corner, the cold and greedy faces of relatives became clearer in the dim candlelight.
Every time she thought of it, her heart hardened and her steps became more determined.
Halfway through the journey, Feng Chenning paused and glanced at the stone wall beside him, where an old scratch still remained.
It was the desperate mark left by her fingernails when she tried to escape in the past...
At this moment, the bloody fingertips brushed past her, the rough touch rubbing against her skin, but it only earned her a sneer.
"It's all over..."
She whispered, her voice as cold as iron, with a hint of self-mockery and determination.
As we continued to ascend, the light above our heads became clearer and clearer. It was the light of the world on earth, and the sky was actually getting bright.
When his toes finally stepped out of the basement entrance, sunlight poured down and fell on Feng Chenning, and warmth spread among the bloodstains.
Feng Chenning took a deep breath and looked up at the azure sky. Her eyes were as bright as stars. It felt so good to be alive again.
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