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Chapter 83: Needle Eye Bride's Triple Birthmark
Xiao Meng felt like a helpless little duckling, being carried by a group of eager little ones, quacking all the way as they lifted her toward the Ancestral Spirit Mirror that emitted an eerie glow.
It felt as if she were a lamb sent to the slaughter, with the only difference being that her executioners were not knives, but a bunch of Bear Children?!
Wait, Bear Children?!
Xiao Meng's mind was in turmoil; she was an independent woman of the new era—how could she be manipulated by a group of little brats?!
But the reality was that her small arms and legs were no match for the Infant Legion; it was like trying to fight against a stone with an egg—utterly futile.
"Let me go!" Xiao Meng struggled, her voice trembling slightly, yet the end of her words unconsciously carried that signature "ya."
Of course, the babies wouldn’t listen to her. They only giggled, their laughter ethereal and eerie, like a haunting lullaby.
Just as Xiao Meng felt despair creeping in, she suddenly sensed a burning heat at the back of her neck.
Hiss—so hot!
Instinctively, she reached back to touch it and found three strange protrusions.
Wait, what on earth is this?
At that moment, the Infant Legion finally pushed her onto the Ancestral Spirit Mirror.
The surface was cold and smooth, like a massive slab of ice.
Xiao Meng lay on it, feeling like a penguin stripped of its feathers, shivering uncontrollably.
What reflected in the mirror was no longer her original appearance.
It was a woman dressed in Ancient Priestess attire, with a cold and resolute expression and a hint of sorrow in her eyes.
Almost simultaneously, three clear birthmarks appeared on the back of Xiao Meng's neck: a winding snake shape, a shining Starshine, and an intricate gear.
"What is this..." Xiao Meng's mind went blank as countless Memory Fragments flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.
Prayers at the Ancient Altar, screams in the Future Laboratory, conspiracies in the Otherworldly Castle...
Before she could make sense of it all, a sharp pain shot through her forehead.
"Ah!" Xiao Meng let out a cry of agony.
She saw an old witch with a face full of wrinkles raising a gem-encrusted staff and stabbing it fiercely toward her brow.
"Now begins the Ultimate Delivery!" The witch's voice was hoarse and chilling, grating like sandpaper against glass.
Ultimate Delivery?!
What kind of twisted game is this?!
Xiao Meng felt as if her worldview was shattering into pieces.
Just when she thought she was doomed, the mirror suddenly began to shake violently, cracks spreading across its surface like spider webs.
A monster made up of countless shattered mirrors slowly emerged from the fissures.
She had the silhouette of a human woman, but her body resembled a shattered Kaleidoscope, refracting countless bizarre images.
“Jing Hai…” The Witch's voice carried a hint of reverence.
“Your priestess blood must nourish the entire Witch Clan!” Jing Hai's voice was frenzied and brutal, like a cacophony of overlapping sounds that sent shivers down the spine.
Before the words had fully left her lips, countless flutes made of bone coiled around Xiao Meng's body like venomous snakes. These bony spikes were long and sharp, resembling daggers ready to pierce her skin at any moment.
“The Three Hundred Yin Bone Soul Locking Flute, what a marvelous treasure!” Jing Hai let out a chilling laugh.
Xiao Meng felt herself suffocating; the Bone Flutes tightened around her like a noose, as if they were trying to extract her very soul.
At that critical moment, a beam of golden light suddenly shot out from her chest.
It was a small Sandglass Fragment, the Time Sandglass left to her by Old Grandpa Plugin!
The Sandglass Fragment emitted a soft glow, blocking the sharp Bone Flutes.
“What?!” Jing Hai shrieked, seemingly filled with fear at the sight of the tiny fragment.
At the same time, the previously silent Xing Jian erupted with dazzling light.
Sunshine's figure flickered in and out of visibility within the radiance; his face was contorted in pain, yet his gaze was unwaveringly resolute.
“Xiao Meng! Use the Starry Marriage Contract to pierce my heart!” Sunshine's voice was hoarse and determined, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.
Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a shooting star, plummeting towards Xiao Meng.
“No!” Xiao Meng cried out in terror.
How could she stab her fiancé?! It was more painful than being forced to eat cilantro!
Yet, she had no choice. She knew this was the only way.
Just as the meteor was about to strike her, an immense power erupted from within Xiao Meng's body.
She felt as if she had become someone else—an ancient priestess, a future scientist, a princess from another world…
She raised the Bone Flute in her hand and aimed it at her chest.
“For you, for me, for our shared future…” Xiao Meng murmured softly.
Just as she was about to pierce her own heart, a voice filled with malice rang out.
“What a touching love story…”
A gigantic Infant Arm suddenly reached out from the darkness and seized the shimmering Lock Core.
The arm was covered in viscous fluid, resembling an infant just pulled from its mother’s womb.
“But your fate will be decided by me!” Black-hearted Grandpa said ominously as he forcefully inserted the Star Pattern Lock Core into Xiao Meng's chest with that enormous Infant Arm… The arm resembled an inflated latex glove that suddenly swelled to balloon-like proportions, glistening with sticky liquid that made one’s sanity waver.
The grotesque thing grasped the Star Pattern Lock Core—once radiant with holy light but now overshadowed by this Giant Baby's arm, making it look like a bar of soap smeared with unknown substances.
“The True Priestess's child will devour the Starry Marriage Contract!” Black-hearted Grandpa's voice was as eerie as a midnight death knell, making one wish to donate their ears to those in need.
He thrust forcefully, and the Star Pattern Lock Core was brutally embedded into Xiao Meng's chest. In that moment, Xiao Meng felt as if she had been forcibly filled with ten pounds of chili oil, her insides ablaze.
Even more terrifying was the splitting of her pupils, as if someone had taken a small knife and scratched at them, transforming them into a bizarre serpentine totem. That gaze sent chills down one's spine, as if petrification awaited in the next second.
A strange metallic scent filled the air, reminiscent of rotting fish mixed with cheap perfume, making one want to gag. The Giant Baby's arms continued to writhe, resembling a massive maggot, sending shivers down spines and causing goosebumps to erupt.
The surrounding Infant Legion began to stir restlessly, emitting sharp, piercing cries that resembled a chaotic scene from a horror show. The sound was akin to nails scraping against a blackboard or a drill bit spinning in one's mind, making the scalp tingle and leaving one wishing for instant oblivion.
At that moment, a voice suddenly pierced through the suffocating noise. “He is using the Time-Space Loop to devour all of the Witch's Sons!”
The voice was hoarse and fragmented, like a wail emanating from the depths of hell, sending shivers down one’s spine. Immediately after, a shadow burst forth from the mirror like a torn strip of cloth, heading straight for the Giant Baby's arm.
It was Wu Yue! To be precise, it was the remnants of Wu Yue's consciousness; it seemed to have retained a flicker of clarity amidst Jing Hai's madness.
It frantically clawed at Jing Hai's mirror, like a moth trapped in a spider's web desperately struggling to escape. The mirror emitted a piercing shatter, reminiscent of glass breaking—sharp and jarring enough to threaten to burst eardrums.
However, before Wu Yue could finish speaking, its voice abruptly cut off as if someone had grasped its throat. Simultaneously, the three birthmarks on Xiao Meng's chest, which had been rotating clockwise, suddenly began to spin counterclockwise at an increasing speed—like three high-speed spinning tops.
This bizarre sight made it feel as though time and space were beginning to warp. Xiao Meng's skin became translucent, clearly revealing the pulsing veins within her body and the heart that was beating violently, pierced by the Star Pattern Lock Core.
Her body emitted a faint glow, resembling a butterfly on the verge of metamorphosis—beautiful yet fragile. “This… this is…” Black-hearted Grandpa’s voice trembled; he seemed to realize something, but it was all too late.
“Ha ha… what an interesting… game…” Xiao Meng’s voice turned hoarse and deep; it was no longer the naive tone from before but rather an eerie chill that sent shivers down one's spine. She slowly raised her hand, revealing that she held the shimmering Star Pattern Lock Core…
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