Chapter 116 - The Blood-Red Princess
Soon, the parade crashed into the death bus.
As Flanders had predicted, the death bus could not stop the parade.
The music and the cheers of the dancing and playing dolls mixed together.
It was a very strange feeling.
The babbling music did not stop.
The music sounded cheerful, and under normal circ.u.mstances, the rhythm would have made one feel light, and one could not help but move along with it.
But for some reason, the music, which sounded cheerful at first, actually made one feel uncomfortable.
There was a very strange feeling in it. It could not be said, but it did not feel good.
Flanders stood motionlessly on the bus. He did not panic at all because the enemy was about to rush in front of him.
Rather, under the stimulation of that strong sense of danger, Flanders was now somewhat excited.
He wanted to see how this Domain and this parade could make him feel a sense of danger, and even that his life was in danger.
The parade rushed over. One by one, strange-looking dolls with gutted bellies and exposed organs continuously pa.s.sed through the death bus like transparent shadows.
In this intense collision, the death bus obviously had a strong reaction.
The entire area started to tremble. It felt like heaven and earth were about to be turned upside down.
Strange tremors, unpleasant sounds, and close contact with these things finally made some of the pa.s.sengers on the death bus unable to hold on any longer.
"Ahhhhh!"
They cried out in pain. They felt immense pain in their bodies, and they wished they could die immediately.
When the dolls pa.s.sed through the pa.s.sengers, each of the pa.s.sengers" bodies began to turn illusory.
A human face seemed to appear on their faces.
The human face was in great pain. If one were to look carefully, one could see that the two faces were exactly the same.
It was as if what was about to break free was the pa.s.sengers" souls.
Scars began to appear on the pa.s.sengers" bodies, and then their internal organs began to spill out, their skin and flesh curling up.
Everything seemed to be upside down
Those who were supposed to be inside ran outside.
Those who were supposed to be outside ran inside.
Those who were supposed to be above ran down.
Those who were supposed to be below ran up.
Everything was going wrong!
One by one, the pa.s.sengers turned illusory and were eventually eaten by the dolls.
At this moment, the ruptured stomachs of these eating dolls closed and rolled.
Then, one by one, rotting and ugly corpses were spat out of their mouths.
After doing all this, their originally closed stomachs split open again, and new organs were exposed to the air.
The entire death bus turned into a living h.e.l.l in just a few seconds.
Only a few pa.s.sengers were lucky enough not to be touched by the dolls, so there was no danger for the time being.
However, the scale of the parade was not small. If this continued, the probability of being touched by the dolls was almost 100%.
As for Edward, who had opened his human-skin umbrella.
Although he had also been penetrated by a few dolls, he was not dead yet.
No, it should be said that he was already dead at this moment.
However, he could still be released.
His face, which was covered in lividity spots, was painfully entangled together.
It seemed that it would not last long.
Flanders did not pay much attention to these things.
He kept staring at the several stage floats in the death parade.
One of them, the largest stage float in the center, caught Flanders"s attention.
On the car, Flanders could feel like there was something inside, which might be the core of the parade.
It was also a key to dealing with the parade.
As for what it was, Flanders did not know.
After all, one could not expect Flanders, who was quite a new strange creature to be so knowledgeable.
But it was foreseeable that if the parade continued to pa.s.s through the death bus, then no one on the bus would survive.
Of course, Flanders was a strange creature, not human. He did not know what kind of state he was in. As a strange creature, was he dead or alive?
If one were to delve deeper, this was a philosophical question that was worth pondering.
Flanders, who was not interested in philosophy, did not dwell too much on this topic.
"La la la la la la! La La la la la la la!"
"Hee-hee-hee-ha! Wuwuyaya! hehehehe!"
As the parade pa.s.sed through, the music in Flanders"s ears became more eerie and terrifying.
It was as if there was no longer a need for disguise. The disguise of the celebration was removed, and the authenticity of the music was exposed to the ears of those who were still alive.
"Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah!"
"Wu Wu Wu!"
This sound caused all the survivors, except Edward, who had used a human-skin umbrella, to collapse mentally and die on the spot.
Blood flowed out from both of their ears, and each of them had an expression of extreme pain on their faces.
It was also fortunate that Flanders had placed the three prey in his territory beforehand.
Otherwise, he would definitely have been robbed.
Just as the float with the castle on it pa.s.sed through Flanders, a voice rang in Flanders"ears:
"Hehe, you"re very interesting. Be my prince!"
The owner of the voice ignored Flanders"s wishes.
"From now on, you"re mine. You"re my husband!"
Before Flanders could react, a pair of pale, bloodless hands wrapped around his neck.
The owner of these hands was wearing a blood-red princess dress.
Unsurprisingly, this should be the core of the parade in the castle -- the princess.
And Flanders was being targeted.
The princess did not reject the terrible touch of Flanders"s body at all. He looked at her with a smile.
To be honest, under normal circ.u.mstances, if Flanders was confessed to while he was in his original form, which was the scarecrow, Flanders would definitely find it extremely novel and gladly accept it.
But now... There was some novelty, but more of it was shock.
Because he did not even know when the other party had appeared beside him.
Very soon, no, it was as if she had teleported.
But it was not entirely true.
When he came back to his senses, Flanders clearly had the princess"s action of wrapping her arms around his neck in his mind.
But strangely, when the other party slowly hugged him, he did not react at all.
This kind of feeling made people feel very insecure.
Flanders did not know how the other party did it.
Crack crack crack!
He turned his head around and rotated the scarecrow"s head 180 degrees, facing the blood-red princess.
The blood-red princess had a pet.i.te figure, and her face was covered by a layer of blood-red gauze, making it impossible to see her face clearly.
It was hard to see, but it was enough to cause one"s imagination to run wild.
In terms of strength, this princess was far stronger than the death bus.
As for how strong she was, Flanders weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
At the very least, it was possible that... without a third-level skill, even if he attacked with all his might, he still would not be able to win.