By the time Li Meirong was fully conscious and aware of what was happening, her fingers had already scrabbled at Liang Rou Yan's wrist, an instinctual survival response. The futile struggle hadn't loosened the madwoman's grip in the slightest.
Li Meirong's eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light, although she was only able to make sense of the figures above her due to their silhouettes under the moonlight.
As her gaze focused, she took notice of the hundreds of small mushroom that had sprouted all over the madwoman above her, born from the woman's very flesh akin to a horde of human parasites.
'Aren't you going to kill her? It's alright to kill her. I won't hold it against you.' A joyful, tinkling sound echoed in her mind.
It was the bell, or rather, her own heart. Whichever it was.
