BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 178's

In precarious conditions, humans can unleash unexpected power. Mary realized the truth today. With a shocking force, he lifted up the head-sized stone he had just used to sit down, then smashed it as hard as he could into the corpse crashing towards him.

The sound of stones pounding the skull sounds chanting. The corpse fell down with the sound of a blug of wet meat. Half of his left head was crushed. Maria screams in horror. Brain fragments, teeth, and rotten flesh splattered everywhere, also stuck to the tip of the stone he was still clutching. The splattered blood was not liquid at all, but it was clumping black like rubber, and smelly. Its foul aroma stung, scattering thickly in the air.

Even with half its head shattered and jaws loose, the corpse still dragged its shattered body and approached, making a strange sound as if trying to speak from its compressed throat. Maria staggers. His head was thickly filled with disgust, making the ground he was treading as if it felt soft.

The body crept in an odd motion using both elbows, then snapped and dragged backwards before the tip of his finger could touch Maria's shoes.

In the back, Jose pulled the corpse's ankle and dragged it into the river north of the grass field, then threw the body there.

For a few moments, all that was heard was the sound of water splashing and tingling noise from the squawking body. The body was still trying to clink his body out until Jose decided to join him in plunging into the river and holding him there.

Mary looked at those moments without speaking. The river was not very wide, but it was quite deep and the current was strong. Jose could drown. He looked around desperately, looking for help. His eyes paused on the figures of Lucas Clearwater and Adrian Marsh who were silent at the wooden bridge with dumbfounded faces.

Since when were they there? Maria was astonished to mix with relief.

Without a second thought, he rushed to run quickly, had almost fallen because he stepped on the end of his own dress, but could straighten up immediately and back to darting.

"Lord Clearwater!" he shouted, waving his hands while continuing to run. Breathing snorted. Chest's hot. His throat is burning. "Marsh!"

The two men were still silent when he arrived. Maria held onto the side of her waist that was hurting from running too fast. He grabbed Clearwater's arm and pulled him down the bridge, but the man shook his head. "Clearwaters! Please Jose! Hurry along!" yells. When the man was still motionless, he turned to Adrian Marsh and waved in front of his face. "Marsh! Hurry along! Jose could drown! I can't possibly pull it!"

The two still put on a confused face, as if they had just woken up from a heavy hangover. Maria growled in frustration. He raised his hand high and floated it, slapping Clearwater's cheek so firmly that the man staggered back a few steps. Adrian Marsh blinked in shock, instantly conscious as soon as he saw his friend slapped, he hurriedly shifted to avoid Maria's slap, but the girl's hand moved faster. Her cheeks feel hot.

"I'm sober!" marsh protested while rubbing his bloody scratched cheek. Maria just slapped the back of her hand with the eyes of her ring.

"Please Jose!" maria shouted while pointing towards the river.

Clearwater wasted no time. He had rushed to run down the river, approaching Jose whose head had disappeared in the river and dragged the current further downstream of the river.

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Air bubbles came out of his mouth and nose. Jose tried to keep the man, the body, whatever it was, in the water, but now he drowned. The flesh fragments and blood clots of the corpse were swept away by the current, some of which stuck to Jose's face, but he paid no heed to it. The focus of his attention now is how he can keep the corpse from clawing with its rotten buttocks so he can keep his nose above water.

Jose swallowed a big mouthful of river water that felt disgusting. He wants to puke. Nose hurts. Chest's hot. Her eyes hurt. He moved his legs, pedaled, struggled to swim because his multi-layered clothes absorbed too much water and weighed him down, drowning him.

This river should not be too deep, Jose thought in the remains of the space in his head. He looked up, seeing bubbles of air and light on the surface of the water that felt increasingly distant. The corpse was now hugging his waist, as if intending to pull him to the bottom of a dark river. Jose lowered his head, as if he could see the corpse grinning even without a jaw or half of his head.

Beneath them was only an odd black color, a dark shadow that seemed to suck everything alive. The riverbed should not be that deep, but it is free to think about the peculiarities of the river now.

Jose struggled to break free from his mantle in the water, but even after his waistcoat came off, the two of them remained further and further away from the surface of the river.

With the remnants of his strength, Jose grabbed the corpse's hair, trying to jerk it away. The man looked at him with one eyeball with a white lens cataract that was almost dislodged. His eyes are like fish eyes.

At first glance, the face turned into an ordinary human, revealing a tapered face with two blue eyeballs. Blue, not white as he had just seen. Jose blinked in wonder. The man looked at her sadly.

"My children are waiting at home" whispered the man. Small bubbles the size of dust came out of his nose and mouth. He shook his head in despair. "I don't want to feel that pain anymore."

Jose took off his grip on that blond hair. They were in the river, surrounded by water. But he sure heard the man's voice just now. The heavy baritone. And that face somehow felt familiar to him. Jose frowned.

The nolan?

There is no time to think. The pain attacked Jose, stabbing him all over his joints and bones. The face of the man who was still writhing on his waist was now creaking apart, again turning into a shattered-headed corpse with his brain decomposed.

Then things turned red in Jose's eyes, as if someone spilled a tomato sauce into a river.

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Jose finds himself standing in a strange, all-white room. He looked to his right and left, feeling uneasy with every voice that sounded so clearly in his ears. He could even hear the rustling sound of the cloth he was wearing. He could hear his own blood swish when he tried to focus.

After walking back and forth in an uncertain direction and not finding another color or other point in the place, Jose began to feel the seeds of panic popping up. He just felt somewhat relieved when rubbing his head and felt the tips of his fingers can feel the real texture of each strand of hair. He pinched his own arm. It hurts. When he attached his palm to his left chest, his heart also beat gently from behind the clothes. Surprisingly, he was currently wearing a heavy black coat which he had removed when drowning in the river.

Was it just a dream, or is it a dream now? Jose looked around anxiously. He used both palms as a mouthpiece in front of his mouth, then shouted to call out to others, anyone, anything, but no one said. Even his own voice seemed lost in the white color.

Don't panic, he thought as he took a breath. I'm not dead yet. I can't die right now.

"You are not dead yet" said a voice behind him. The voice was so calm, so clear.

Jose twisted his body, shocked to find himself standing sementally behind him, wearing the exact same suit. It's like looking in the mirror. Merely, the figure did not follow his movements.

"Finally we meet," the other spoke, but the voice was not one, but multiplied.

It was like hearing so many people talking together in the same tempo and tone.

"Finally we can talk more clearly, Jestering? ⁇ erupa siberi singhuang singingu diter ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ e something else."

Jose flinched, recognizing the voice.

It's a voice that always yells at him from between psychic hums. The voice that told him to drown the undead into the river.

Sound from the realm of death.

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