Chapter 232 - 219: Hundred Years of Pain; Thousand Years of Suffering 3
Guoshi didn't answer him. He was now completely sunken into the indispelible terror that scene still brought him.
"Those faces hadn't seen light in a long time," He said, "So even the moonlight of the night was painful to them. When I suddenly removed the mask, it was as if they were shocked, and they squinted their eyes, their voices stopping. But after a moment, when they saw it was me, they began... to scream my name."
I was completely stunned. I've said earlier that I've never seen anything more horrific than millions of people falling from the skies and burnt alive in a sea of fire, but the scene before my eyes then was more horrifying than that by a million fold!"
"My hand that was holding the mask was shaking nonstop, and if it wasn't for my entire person already petrified and frozen still, that mask would've probably dropped to the ground and wake His Highness. Meanwhile, those three faces seemed to be anxious to tell me something, the opening and closing of their mouths became even more erratic, but still they suppressed their voices, like they were afraid to wake His Highness."
"When I saw their appearances I was both disgusted and scared, but I still couldn't help but be curious to find out what they wanted to tell me, so I bent down, held my breath, and leaned close to His Highness' face to listen."
"Coming so close, I could smell the thick stench of blood and rot that herbs couldn't conceal. I heard them say, quick! Run away! His Highness had gone mad!"
"Turns out, after the other three had left, they were still worried so they secretly returned to find His Highness. Yet unexpectedly, they just happened to run into His Highness taking a large number of people rushing towards the direction of the Kiln."
"Only then did they find out that His Highness had never abandoned the idea of sacrificing the living. In a fit of shock and rage, they went to stop him and started a fight with His Highness. Yet unexpectedly, His Highness actually bore and killed them, and threw them into the Kiln along with the other few hundreds of people!"
"The other citizens were of course burnt to dust and ashes after being thrown in, but the three of them were cultivated, and were also murdered by His Highness, so their resentful attachment was extremely deep, and their souls actually took his body as host, growing upon his person, and nagged at him in rage everyday, hoping to prevent him in all of his endeavours."
"As I listened, I felt horror and confusion, and I didn't know what to do at all. What was horrifying? I wasn't actually clear; was tHis Highness scarier or those three things on his face?!"
"Right then, I felt, a hand rest on my head."