Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The horrifying sound of chains scraping across the ground echoed throughout the street.

The chain was thrown by a bone hand, and the iron hook at the front turned in the air as if it had self-awareness, accurately pierced the wooden door, and hooked a young child out with his clothes.

His mother rushed out the door in panic, trying to snatch her child away from the rusty iron hook, but she saw a tall undead walking out of the black mist.

The icy-cold mist gathered docilely at its feet, moving as it moved, and stopping as it stopped. It was wearing a black robe with holes, and the years had eroded it into a dilapidated state.

A glimmering green light emanates from the hole, but it can still be seen how much care the maker of this dress put in it. Just that face.

That face.

The moment the mother saw that face, she wanted to scream - she was very familiar with that face, every detail, eyes, nose. It was the face of her husband who died on the Night of Soul Erosion last year.

The undead held her child in her arms, pacing softly and humming songs until the child could no longer close his eyes and hold back his screams as his mother had taught him.

He opened his mouth and let out a scream. Then, the undead stretched out one of his fingers, with clear joints and gleaming green fire, and pressed it against the child's soft lips.

The undead said: "Hush."

The child stopped screaming immediately, and his mother trembled and fell at the feet of the undead, crying and grabbing its trouser legs. She was about to collapse. She said: "Please... please..."

"

The spirit smiled with her husband's face and whispered: "Oh, dear, don't worry. I won't hurt him. How can I bear to hurt my own child?"

As it spoke, it poked the child's cheek that still had baby fat with its bony fingers.

"He looks very good... very good, thank you for your hard work." Its words contained soul-stirring magic.

The mother stopped crying, the expression on her face became dazed, and her words were close to whispering: "Are you...really you, Leo?"

The undead grinned and laughed silently.

Then, it ripped off the face, threw the child to the ground, and let him cry.

It grabbed the mother and pulled her to the same height as itself, so that she could see clearly his terrifying skeletal face.

See every detail on it clearly. It can even feel the warm air exhaled from the woman's nose. Its laughter echoes in the dark mist-filled streets, accompanied by the screams of mothers and the cries of children.

It put her down and took out a lantern from the black mist behind it. The lantern exuded a bit of pale green light.

The undead lifted it up, and the light flew wildly. The undead opened the small door of the lantern, and the mother heard a shattering scream, like crushed glass.

She didn't react at first because she had been stimulated too much. The undead was not satisfied with this. It shook the lantern, and the scream gradually became weaker, and it said its mother's name: "Mina.

.....”

She immediately raised her head, and a green light flew out of her body. The undead grabbed her and shut her into the lantern. It lowered its head and glanced at the child, with an evil smile on its lips: "A perfect torture.

, of course you need dessert.”

Then another green light also flew into its lantern.

The undead turned around happily and planned to leave. It disobeyed the order of the Lord of the Black Mist and came here to have some fun. These two desserts were enough, and it could not be exposed too early. The undead planned to return to the black mist.

.

Tonight is far from over, it has more to come. Their screams are like mead that the undead will never tire of hearing.

But just like an alcoholic, the more wine, the better. It does not like any one, it always craves more. This has long become the meaning of its existence.

But at this moment, it stopped.

A man in black robes walked slowly from the other end of the street, with a piece of green debris in his hand, flying on his slender fingers like a butterfly in a flower.

"Hello." He said with a smile.

However, as soon as they met, the previously arrogant undead let out a heartbreaking scream, and all its lanterns and hooks fell to the ground.

The green light in its eyes flickered on and off, and it fell to its knees in pain, screaming loudly, just like the people it had tortured for thousands of years.

This undead is named Thresh. It is the most special one among the countless undead on Shadow Island.

His story has been sung for centuries. People feared him and did not even dare to call him by his name.

Instead, they call him the Hook Holder, the Ghost Warden, with hatred and fear. It likes to torture people and takes pleasure in people's screams. Its evil lanterns store the souls of countless people killed by it.

They endure endless torture from Thresh in it. But if it is just this, it is not enough to make it so fearful that people dare not even mention its name. What really made it known to the world was hundreds of years ago.

a poet of.

This poet comes from a country that has long been buried in the dust of history. But his works are still handed down. Among the seventeen long poems he has been discovered, fourteen of them are about Thresh.

The poet fearfully calls Thresh an extremely cruel evil undead in his poem.

It feeds on people's screams. It will spend decades causing you extreme pain, and with every tear you shed and every scream you make, its pleasure will grow a little more.

The epic fourteen-long poem describes the story of Thresh spending seventy years to bring misfortune to the three generations of the king and grandson of the poet's country.

Especially the chapter about the princess is even more chilling.

Thresh appeared in the palace at night, using her brother as a bargaining chip to force her to put some kind of poison into her father's tea.

After her father drank the poisonous wine and passed out, Thresh appeared again. He asked the princess to watch her father's anatomy ceremony carefully. The most bloody part of the entire poem is here. The princess was forced to watch the whole process, and even

The knife Thresh used to kill her father was handed to him by the princess.

After seeing all this, Thresh told her that your brother had actually been killed by me.

The princess died due to excessive grief. But death was not the end. Thresh used his infamous soul-drawing scythe to draw out the princess's soul, put it into his soul-drawing lantern, and thoughtfully placed it with her brother and father.

together.

But this poem is too detailed, as if the poet had personal experience, so there are always many doubters.

It was not until the Night of Souls appeared and Thresh really appeared in front of people that people discovered that what the poet said was actually true. How he learned this is no longer important. After all, it is all true.

.

For hundreds of years, plays based on these fourteen poems have been popular theater performances.

But now, this undead spirit that has always been feared has tasted fear.

The ground beneath its feet turned into a black swamp, and several pitch-black tentacles pulled it downwards. It was unable to resist at all.

Only at that moment, it felt that it had come to a silent black space. There was nothing here, only a void. Thresh's perception began to rust, no matter how he begged for mercy, cursed, promised rewards, or even revealed the eclipse

No one responded to Hun Ye's fundamental purpose.

There is only nothingness.

When its self-awareness was about to disappear, a voice appeared: "Thresh, why are you so unrepentant?"

A thought came into his hazy consciousness: I know this voice.

When was it?

It seems that when I was alive...

Alive. These two words made it wake up for a moment. Who was that voice?

It tried hard to recall, and finally found the answer in its memory filled with other people's screams.

It was the elder of the order that he worked for when he was still alive. It was he who arranged a job for him to stay away from others and live in isolation, so that he could not get the recognition he thought he deserved. Thresh's anger instantly surged up.

.It wanted to say something, but it found that it could not make a sound.

The voice continued: "You killed so many people, tortured them in every possible way, and you fed on the pain and screams of your own kind...Why don't you repent?"

"Although I have long been aware of your cruel nature, I am still willing to give you the opportunity to think carefully away from the crowd. But not only did you not, you even let the crazy king kill us and turn Fuguang Island into

It became the Shadow Island..."

The sound was full of pain, and Thresh wanted to laugh loudly, but it couldn't make any sound and could only listen.

"Now...I see it clearly. You are not worthy of being saved. A monster like you is not worthy of being saved. If you can't repent now, it doesn't matter. We have plenty of time to get you there.

Endless years will pass before you realize your mistake."

The elder said with the same compassionate attitude he remembered in Thresh's memory. Thresh hated this feeling, but it still couldn't speak. This feeling drove it almost crazy-and, what do we mean?

"Don't understand? It doesn't matter, you will understand."

The surrounding dark space was illuminated in an instant, and Thresh found himself on a high platform, lying on the central stone slab.

Surrounded by dense crowds of dead people, it was surprised to find that it actually knew every face. Those were all the people it had killed with its own hands. It had carefully played with their souls and collected them, but now, it had been captured by its own collection and prey.

surrounded.

anger.

He wanted to scream loudly. How dare you? How dare you? I am the one responsible for the torture! I am the one!

The elder took a step forward and said softly: "You are not a human being."

Then, he used the knife in his hand to lightly cut Thresh's lower abdomen. Thresh was stunned for a moment, and a strange feeling came over him. What is this?

"Don't you understand? This feeling is called pain. You won't die. Don't worry. You killed us all once, therefore, you owe us all a life. When I kill you, you will be resurrected. Endless

The pain and suffering, isn’t that what you want?”

No!

It wanted to scream, but it couldn't make a sound.

It looked down and found that it had regained the fragile body it had when it was still alive.

The knife in the elder's hand was slowly cutting his lower abdomen. The pain came like a tide. After about a few minutes, he died. Then he was reborn again. The blood and internal organs all disappeared. The next person walked up

He came forward with hatred in his eyes and held nothing in his hand except a thin thread.

He shouted angrily: "This is the price you pay for strangling my wife! Devil!"

The man tightened the thin thread around his neck and pulled hard. Thresh first felt difficulty breathing. It blushed and tried to inhale, but to no avail. A minute and a half later, it suffocated and died.

When it was resurrected again, it looked at the endless crowd with nothing but despair in its eyes.

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He Shenyan reached out and picked up the lantern. He gently opened the lamp cover, and countless green lights crazily squeezed out from it, illuminating the dark night like day. The mother and child lying on the ground crawled out soon after.

When they got up, there was an illusory figure standing beside them, a man with a stooped waist.

"Go ahead."

The mage turned around and gently crushed the lantern, freeing all the lanterns in it. Only a slightly larger light spot hovered beside him, flying up and down, as if begging for something. He was quite surprised.

He glanced at this spot of light and laughed dumbly: "Okay, then I will be a good person and do it to the end."