Mystery: Gray Walker

Chapter 7 William!

The tongue had an unnatural dark purple hue, its surface covered with fine, rune-like, eerie wrinkles that seemed to writhe slightly, as if... breathing...

Three? Could they be human tongues...?

One thick one (father?), one thin and long (mother?), and one small and delicate (daughter?).

Damn... William is a lunatic...

The three tongues lay there quietly, not only seemingly wriggling, but also twitching and curling up very slightly, as if emanating spiritual fluctuations of resentment, pain, and distorted life force.

"That's it!"

The white cat's voice was urgent, "That's the 'umbilical cord' that carried the most intense pain and curse of the initial sacrifice, made with the tongue of a closest relative! Quickly, destroy it or remove it from the magic circle, and the ritual connection will break!"

Without further hesitation, Green bowed and strode quickly toward the center of the magic circle.

His gaze was fixed on the three tongues on the silver plate.

However, just as he was about to step into the edge of the magic circle, his boots stepped on something.

Click!

A crisp, bone-crackling sound rang out sharply in the deathly silent attic.

Almost at the same moment, the continuous, chaotic babbling on the second floor suddenly stopped.

A deathly silence descended, even more suffocating than the previous clamor.

The next second—

"Ho...ho...who?! Who's up there?! My...my 'fruit'!!!"

A frenzied roar, a mixture of endless pain, rage, and terror, like the howl of a wounded beast, suddenly exploded from the second floor, piercing the floor and reaching the attic!

The voice was no longer a mixture of multiple sounds, but William's own hoarse, cracked voice, filled with naked murderous intent.

Then came a heavy, frantic crash, as if something was desperately trying to break free.

"Quick! He doesn't have time to 'digest' it, he'll charge straight at you!"

The white cat immediately shouted, "I'll go down and hold him off! You destroy that thing!"

Before the words were even finished, it had already transformed into a white blur and leaped straight down through the trapdoor!

Immediately below came William's confused and furious roar, as well as the white cat's meow.

The cry was like a short, sharp word that seemed to pierce straight into the mind.

It is using special power to try to interfere with William's confused spiritual perception, or to "interpret" his most vulnerable emotional state at this moment, and to launch a mental attack!

Green's pupils contracted, and he could no longer care about anything else. He rushed into the magic circle and reached out to grab the three strange tongues!

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch that nauseating substance, a strange change occurred!

The three tongues seemed to come alive, and the runic wrinkles on their surface suddenly glowed with a faint dark red light.

An invisible and cold force field, carrying a strong pulling sensation and resentment, suddenly erupted from their center.

Like an invisible, spiked barrier, it slammed into Green's hand!

"Ugh!" Green groaned.

He felt as if his entire arm had hit an iron wall, or as if he had been instantly plunged into an ice cave. The biting cold, accompanied by countless tiny, sharp cries of agony, rushed straight to his mind from his fingertips.

The scene before him swayed, as if countless distorted faces were flashing at the edge of his vision, trying to drag him into that abyss of pain.

Green gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and focused all his energy to fight against the icy torrent that was trying to erode his consciousness.

"roll!!"

He roared, his arm muscles bulging, and with the tenacious will he had honed since his transmigration, he forcefully broke through that malicious barrier, his five fingers suddenly clenching together!

A slippery, cold, and strangely warm sensation came from my palm, as if I were holding three shrunken hearts.

Without hesitation, he turned around and used all his strength to throw the three strange tongues out of the magic circle.

The next second, the dark red light on their surfaces flickered rapidly, and at the same time they emitted a sharp, short, and mournful wail that seemed to come from the depths of hell, a mixture of different voices from men, women, and children, and was pierced by extreme pain!

Amidst the hissing, a heart-wrenching scream from William could be faintly heard coming from downstairs.

Almost at the same moment—

"Bang!!!"

The trapdoor at the attic entrance, along with part of the surrounding wooden ceiling, shattered as if struck by a battering ram!

Amidst the flying sawdust, a massive, twisted figure, exuding a nauseatingly strong aura of blood and madness, suddenly leaped forward!

That was William, or rather, something that was once William.

His body was disproportionately swollen, his skin was covered with dirty bluish-black and dark red patches, and below it seemed that countless fist-sized bulges were moving and colliding wildly, trying to break out of his body.

His face was changing wildly, and his muscles and bones were writhing and deforming in response.

At times, he was a man with bloodshot eyes, filled with fear.

Sometimes she is a woman with tears streaming down her face and her features contorted in pain.

At other times, she transforms into a little girl with a blank expression and empty eyes...

Various sounds—crying, cursing, pleading, chewing, swallowing—were chaotically mingled and poured out of his mouth, which was torn to the roots of his ears, revealing his gleaming white teeth and dark red gums.

He landed on all fours, his joints making a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and lunged at Green, who was still standing in the center of the magic circle, in a bizarre posture!

"Get out of the way! The backlash has begun; he's now a pure beast!"

Clarice screamed from below, her voice filled with exhaustion and a hint of pain, clearly indicating that the disturbance she had just experienced was not easy.

As the opponent lunged at him, Green instinctively rolled to the side and backward.

"Sizzle—!"

Despite his quick reflexes, William's twisted, sharp nails tore his left sleeve, leaving three bloody marks.

The moment the blood gushed out, William's nose twitched violently, and the madness in his eyes intensified.

That force was astonishing; if one were to be directly struck, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Green steadied himself, leaning against a wooden crate piled with miscellaneous items, breathing heavily.

The exit was completely blocked by the monster, turning this low attic into a veritable death trap.

William missed his first strike, letting out a roar that was a mixture of multiple voices, and twisted his body toward Green, preparing to pounce again.

The chaos within him was completely unrestrained due to the destruction of his core; although his movements were fierce, they were accompanied by a kind of epileptic convulsion and incoordination.

However, just as he exerted his strength to rush forward again—

"Ughh ...

It felt as if a series of explosions had occurred inside William's body.

His movements suddenly froze, and he curled up into a grotesque ball in agony, frantically scratching at his chest and head, tearing off large chunks of flesh with black veins.

Different voices clashed, argued, and tore fiercely within him.

"A curse! It's all a curse!"

"Give me back my body!"

"Dad...it's so cold...it's so dark..."

"Not enough! We need more flesh and blood! More!"

The effects of the disruption of the ritual's core began to appear.

He is losing control of the vengeful spirits and curses that have been forcibly fused into his body; they are beginning to take over and vie for ownership of this flesh and blood body.

William roared with resentment and despair, half of his face showing his own ferocious expression, while the other half featured a blurry, crying woman's face.

He tried to suppress the chaos within him and lunged at Green again.

But his movements became unsteady, and one after another, clear or blurry faces, screaming in pain, bulged on his body, as if countless souls wanted to break through his skin and escape.

Taking advantage of the opening, the white cat leaped back to Green's side. Its pure white fur was stained with dust and blood, and it spoke extremely quickly:

"He can't hold on any longer! The backlash from the 'curse' and 'fusion' is spiraling out of control; we can't stay here!"

"When that 'filthy soup' inside him completely explodes, what will splatter out won't be fragments, but highly concentrated cursed spirituality, mutated flesh and blood, and twisted contamination! Even a tiny bit of it will be enough to drive us mad or cause us to mutate!"

Grimm glanced at the twisted monster struggling in self-destruction, then at the blocked exit, and his heart sank.

Rushing over there now would be tantamount to suicide.

Just then, his gaze swept over a wooden crate in the corner.

The lid of the box came loose from the impact, revealing some old items inside. One of them, a diary wrapped in thick leather, caught his attention.

"Sorry, we may have to stay here today."

Clarice stared intently at William, whose body was beginning to expand and contract irregularly, her voice low.

Green looked around and finally fixed his gaze on the only dusty round window in the attic.

"There!"

The window was very small, and the outside was three stories high.

However, they had no choice.

Just as Green took a deep breath, preparing to rush towards the window, William's roar behind him suddenly rose to a completely new, soul-chilling tone.

That wasn't a prelude to an attack, but rather... the sound of something breaking completely.

Green turned around abruptly.

William froze completely, his body swelling unnaturally like over-fermented dough, his skin becoming translucent.

What lies below is no longer a bulge, but a clearly visible, intertwined, tearing, miniature humanoid outline and constantly growing, festering flesh and organs...

Countless faces, writhing in agony, were clearly visible within his body, colliding, merging, and annihilating each other...

The white cat's voice suddenly turned terrified: "Oh no! He's going to 'collapse'! Quick! Get away from the window!"

boom!!!

A spiritual shockwave, powerful enough to distort vision and make the soul tremble, mixed with dark red blood mist and writhing flesh and blood tissue, suddenly spread outwards in a spherical shape from William's center!