Only God
Chapter 299 - 257: A Story About a Miracle

Chapter 299: Chapter 257: A Story About a Miracle

Long, long ago, in an isolated village, there arrived a visitor unlike any before.

This person had a peculiar appearance, akin to half-man, half-sheep. He was witty and humorous, fond of drinks, and brought with him pure spring water and fine honey. With his unique secret recipes, he brewed liquor for the villagers, allowing them to savor the exquisite beverages.

Yet on the day of his wedding, his wife hung herself from a withered tree. From then on, he and his wife became taboo in the village.

People continued to indulge in their drinking, enjoying the fine liquor, but they turned a blind eye to him and pretended not to see the death of his wife...

And then one day,

The sealed honey barrels suddenly began to leak fresh red blood...

Bennice’s body was ice-cold.

The rotting corpse that hung from the beam above her had no head.

The voice telling the story came from beside her own head.

Bennice was completely frozen, the bed beneath her damp; the girl’s cold sweat had soaked half the mattress.

The hanging rotting corpse seemed to have moved a few inches closer than before.

Bennice felt that the head beside the pillow appeared to reveal a chilling smile in the darkness.

She was unable to move at all, like in the ghostly pressing affliction that people often spoke of, except that there really was a ghost pressing down on her bed.

It was as if her entire body were frozen; her breath caught, a suffocating sensation wrapping around her neck.

And as the hanging rotting corpse moved as if sliding over, little by little drawing nearer,

With every advance, chunks of fetid matter fell from its form, leaving it unclear whether they were pieces of the corpse’s clothing or the already decayed flesh and blood.

The head beside the pillow, in the darkness, grew only more intensely derisive with laughter.

Bennice’s beautiful black hair, under the influence of the head’s laughter, began to transform peculiarly.

A strand of hair floated upwards from the mattress.

In the darkness, more and more hair began to rise, Bennice would never have thought that the long hair she had grown would now wriggle in the air like worms.

Those strands of hair slowly descended, the ends touching her neck, beginning to coil and tighten.

Panic spread across Bennice’s face as she attempted to struggle, only to find her body unresponsive to any command.

She was experiencing ghostly pressing.

More and more hair entwined around Bennice’s neck, the hanging rotting corpse closing in, its withered floral wreath appearing dreadfully in the darkness. It seemed as though the corpse wished to switch places with Bennice, making her the sacrificial lamb to be hung from the beam.

Despair was creeping closer step by step.

A choking sensation surged up her throat, Bennice could only watch helplessly as the hair tightened progressively, her body involuntarily lifted by her own locks.

Bennice’s mouth gaped open instinctively, but no matter how hard she inhaled, less and less air could reach her lungs.

Unable to utter a word, incapable of making a sound, she could only await as she was strangled like the corpse,

Waiting... to become another vengeful ghost...

Thud, thud.

At that moment... the sound of knocking suddenly arose.

Her hair ceased its movements.

The hanging rotting corpse inexplicably froze, immobile.

The head on the pillow displayed a look of confusion.

Shortly after, with a creaking noise, the wooden door was slowly pushed open.

A golden-haired woman casually walked into the room.

In that instant, the hanging rotting corpse contorted in mid-air at a hundred and eighty degrees, abruptly thrusting out its chest, as countless pitch-black crows exploded from within it, swooping towards Solamus, who had entered the room.

Those bloodthirsty crows, like the most terrifying of nightmares, shrieked shrilly, seeking to tear off pieces of flesh from the Holy Maiden.

Right as the crows lunged at Solamus,

That figure vanished into thin air, as though it had never existed.

Bennice stared in shock at the scene before her, while the head beside her slowly revealed a puzzled expression.

All of a sudden, Bennice felt the hairs on her neck begin to loosen.

What... had happened?

She slowly turned her head.

She saw a blonde young woman appear at the bedside, casually lifting that head,

and whispered to it,

"Let me tell you a story about a miracle..."

The rotten head’s expression gradually twisted, and then it revealed terror.

The suspended corpse suddenly jumped down from the rope, bursting out of the room, and the head in Solamus’s hands transformed into black mist in an instant, streaming out of the place.

Bennice watched everything in front of her, her soul still unsettled.

She saw Solamus turn back, giving her a gentle smile.

Then, the figure of Solamus disappeared into thin air once again.

Within the curfew-bound Coastal City, all the streets were shrouded in darkness.

Sunrise to work, sunset to rest, that was the routine of countless people.

On the deserted street, a rotting corpse clutched its own head, sprinting forward in a twisted and comical posture.

This ghost, who had plagued the region for decades, was now disoriented and pathetic.

It kept running, forcefully leaping from the ground onto the city walls, as hundreds of crows circled above, crying out in frenzied panic.

The corpse’s face was filled with fear and dread, its mouth wide open as if it were trying to say something.

She had never seen such a terrifying woman before.

That woman had managed to come to her door without a sound and suddenly captured her, and she hadn’t noticed her until she spoke.

As long as she could escape back into the Secret Forest she occupied, as long as she had her husband’s protection, that woman would definitely not be able to harm her!

The ghost desperately fled, and she was getting closer and closer to the Secret Forest.

Soon after, the ghost finally crashed into the Secret Forest, seeing the familiar warning sign.

She couldn’t detect the woman’s presence, perhaps the woman couldn’t catch up, or maybe the woman feared her husband in the Secret Forest.

The ghost walked along the intertwined branches of the Secret Forest, on a winding path.

The forest ahead was gloomy and unclear, with a heavy presence of death emanating from each strange tree, and the path under her feet, overgrown with wild grass, led to the dark depths of the forest.

The ghost wove through the pathways of the forest, and gradually, anxiety appeared on the rotten head.

For decades, she had left the Secret Forest several times and was quite familiar with this area.

But now, in the pitch black where she couldn’t see her own hand, the ghost felt the path under her feet growing longer and more complex.

Slowly, a chill rose behind her.

She felt the panic that Bennice had experienced when she entered the Secret Forest.

The ghost walked briskly, crushing the dead branches under her feet.

Despite being the place she knew best, she felt as though she was trapped in a bewildering fog.

Creak...

The ghost lowered her head, her hollow eyes staring in astonishment at the thing under her feet.

It was a warning sign...

She had returned to the exit.

Moments later, a voice echoed out of nowhere by her ear,

"Let me tell you a story about a miracle..."

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