Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1363 - Chapter 1363 Chapter 745 Spiritual Medicine_2

Chapter 1363: Chapter 745: Spiritual Medicine_2 Chapter 1363: Chapter 745: Spiritual Medicine_2 ——————————–

Richard Mitchell’s heart tightened upon seeing this. He quickly squatted down to examine Abigail Mitchell’s injuries. However, when he saw her face, smeared with bloodstains and shadows, he couldn’t help but pause slightly, a flash of astonishment and shock crossing his face.

“How did this happen, how could such a thing occur?” Richard muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over Abigail’s body, trying to locate the source of her injuries.

Everyone gathered around, forming a circle, their faces filled with worry and curiosity. They speculated amongst themselves about what misfortune might have befallen Abigail.

“Abigail, what happened to you? How did you get injured so badly?” Nancy Mitchell urgently inquired, her voice trembling slightly, clearly shaken by Abigail’s condition.

Rain Mitchell also came over. Upon seeing Abigail’s darkened face covered with wounds, she couldn’t help but gasp. “Tsk tsk, how could this have happened, Abigail, your face looks… it looks like something has bitten it.” Rain’s words carried a hint of regret and sympathy.

Those present were somewhat appearance-conscious. Seeing Abigail’s contorted face, many of the men showed expressions of disgust, as if fearful that her ugliness might be contagious. The women were disdainful, whispering among themselves or casting strange glances, making Abigail feel even more helpless and desperate.

“Big brother, am I… am I going to die?” Abigail’s voice was weak and trembling. She felt as if she had reached the end of her life. Her eyes were filled with fear and unease, as if waiting for the verdict of fate.

Richard Mitchell gripped Abigail’s hand tightly, trying to offer her some comfort and strength. “Abigail, don’t be afraid, your big brother is here, you won’t be in any trouble. We will definitely find a way to heal your wounds.” His voice was firm and forceful, like a shot of adrenaline, giving Abigail a bit of relief.

However, just when everyone was extremely anxious, Abigail’s injuries suddenly changed. The bloodstains on her face and arms began to spread rapidly, as if driven by a mysterious force. This caused an unprecedented feeling of fear and unease among everyone present.

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Although Abigail couldn’t see her own face, she could predict something from the reactions of those around her. A foreboding sensation surged in her heart, overflowing with anxiety.

“My face, what happened to my face?” Abigail’s voice was shaky as she clutched at someone’s sleeve nearby, as if that was her only support at the moment. “Why do you only speak in half sentences? What happened to my face? Please tell me quickly!”

The men looked at each other, not knowing how to break the news. They looked at Abigail’s face, marred with wounds and shadows, filled with sympathy and helplessness. They knew that any words at this time would seem pale and powerless to comfort Abigail’s injured heart.

Two of the women, somewhat gloating, placed a small mirror in front of Abigail. Their eyes glinted with smugness and schadenfreude, as if they were watching an exciting drama about to unfold. Abigail had always held herself above them due to her identity and appearance, and her haughty demeanor had filled them with dissatisfaction and envy.

“Take a look, Abigail, this is what you look like now,” one woman said softly, her tone full of mockery and provocation.

Abigail Mitchell’s hands trembled as she took the mirror, and when she saw her hideous face in it, she was instantaneously stunned. Her eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, as if unable to trust her own sight.

“Ah ah ah!” Abigail suddenly burst into a piercing scream, her voice full of despair and agony. She couldn’t accept this reality, couldn’t believe that she had become like this.

“It’s not possible, not possible!” Abigail shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks, “Big brother, this is fake, it must all be fake! You must be lying to me, how could that monster in the mirror be me?”

Richard Mitchell looked at Abigail’s pained appearance, his heart filled with distress and helplessness. He hugged Abigail tightly, trying to offer her some comfort and strength. “Little Jade, don’t be afraid, this isn’t real, we will definitely find a way to cure you.” His voice was gentle and firm, like a dose of cardiac stimulant, bringing some relief to Abigail.

However, the two women did not hold back because of this. As their gazes collided, they glared maliciously at each other. After all, with Abigail gone, the competition between them still remained. They secretly rejoiced in their hearts and were even more determined to seize the opportunity to trample on Abigail.

Abigail was completely immersed in her own pain, unable to accept this cruel reality. She looked at her ugly face in the mirror, her heart filled with despair and self-deprecation. She didn’t know how to face the future, how to face The World. All she knew was that her world had completely crumbled.

At first, she refused to believe that the hideous face in the mirror could be hers, thus resulting in a breakdown, tears falling like beads off a string, soaking her garments, and also moistening the hearts of those around her.

“No, this can’t be real, how could I become like this!” She roared, her hands covering her face tightly, as if trying to hide that ferocious visage away where nobody could see it.

But after the breakdown, the emotions receded like the tide, leaving behind an Endless sense of loss and emptiness. She slowly lowered her hands, her eyes hollow as she looked forward, her voice carrying a trace of trembling and despair: “Wuu wuu, big brother, you must find a way to save me, save my face. I can’t accept it looking like this, I am disfigured, disfigured! If I have to live with a face like this, what am I to do with the rest of my life!”

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Her voice was filled with fear and unease, as if she had already foreseen everything she would have to face in the future–the ridicule of others, the sneers of the Family Clan, and even being abandoned by the entire World.

Richard watched his sister’s pained appearance, feeling as if his heart was being carved with a knife. He held Abigail’s hand tightly and said firmly: “Little Jade, don’t be afraid, big brother will definitely find a way to heal your face. No matter the cost, I won’t let you remain disfigured.”

However, Abigail just shook her head, tears welling up again: “Big brother, I can’t even use Spiritual Energy now, I feel like I’ve become a cripple. I’ve never felt like this before, I used to be proud of my identity as a Cultivator, superior to others, but now… now I’m not even as good as an ordinary Human.”

Her words were filled with helplessness and despair, as if she had lost all confidence in herself. She tried to circulate the Spiritual Energy in her body, but found it blocked, completely unable to gather.

“How could this happen?” she murmured to herself, her eyes flashing with confusion and fear, “I clearly could still circulate Spiritual Energy before, why can’t I now? Have I truly become a cripple?”

Richard watched his sister’s pained appearance, his heart filled with heartache and helplessness. He knew that at this time, any words would seem pale and powerless, unable to comfort Abigail’s wounded heart. But still, he tried to persuade her: “Little Jade, don’t lose heart. The inability to use Spiritual Energy is only temporary. We will definitely find the reason, and we will definitely find a way to heal you. You have to believe in big brother, believe that we can overcome this ordeal.”