my stealth fighter

Chapter 885 God Statue
Jiang Chanji and the others once had a glimmer of fantasy, thinking that there was a certain possibility that although Raphael could not control his actions during the period of becoming a vampire, maybe the depths of his memory knew what happened, but judging from Raphael's performance at this time This is an extravagant wish. She doesn't know what she has become, so she will show panic when she sees her hands. If Jiang Chanji is not still suppressing her body with the telekinetic barrier, no one will Knowing if she will do something under the shock.

"Rafa, calm down, don't panic, listen to our explanation!" He pressed her hand down forcefully, preventing her from seeing his hand again, otherwise she would only panic even more—normally, she wanted to control a person who was caught in a trap. It is very difficult for an extremely panicked person not to hurt her. Fortunately, the absolute control of the power of telekinesis makes her unable to resist.

"Raphael, we don't know how much memory you have of what happened in the past, or if your memory only stays on the night of the confrontation with Lilith and Kali... Now I assume it's the latter, you want Have enough mental preparation first, your hand became like that because you were turned into a vampire by Lilith, but don't worry, because we have found the antidote, do you understand?" Considering that Raphael just had After recovering, the comprehension ability may be insufficient, so he spoke very slowly, pausing every sentence so that she could digest it.

Rafael's body was tense, and she was still in a state of extreme tension and excitement. The memories in her brain were like broken glass, each piece of glass reflected a small piece of memory, and many memories were blurred. Some of the more vague memories don't seem to belong to her at all. There are snowfield volcanoes and polar sunsets. She has never been to such a northerly and cold place in her life, and this makes her even more confused. Dreamland... But she remembered Jiang Chanji, not only as simple as "remembering", just seeing his face made her feel at ease, as if they were familiar with each other, if not, she would definitely panic even more , can't even listen to his words.

A small part of the memory fragments were barely spliced ​​together, and she remembered that bloody night, the sky seemed to turn red-this was not her illusion or imagination, because of the forest fire, the sky was indeed red that night.She also thought of Kali and Lilith, Kali's face was constantly changing, for a while it was the solemn face of the statue of Kali in the temple, and for a while it turned into... another face like a demon.

But the ending of that night, what happened between the three of them in the end, she can't remember, the visual image is completely engulfed in red flames, the sky is burning, her blood is also ignited, she seems to be alive from the inside out. Burning blazingly, burning her to ashes all the time...

Along with the memory comes pain, not physical pain, but spiritual torment, including the betrayal from the most admired person and the collapse of faith. If she is not physically unable to move now, she will probably grab the ground with her head , or tearing his hair desperately, using physical pain to dilute that unwanted memory.

Jiang Chanji saw that her complexion and expression continued to change, changing back and forth between extreme grief, anger, despair and many other negative emotions. He knew that she had finally recalled something, and at the same time felt sorry for her from the bottom of her heart. In the novel, the pain is far more than the joy, and there are few happy memories, but because she has experienced too much pain, he believes that she can stand it. Compared with the pain in the heart, the physical change is more important to her. Words are slightly more acceptable.

Sure enough, after about ten minutes, she seemed to break free from the painful memory and nodded to him.

Jiang Chanji breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "We have only recently discovered that the so-called vampireization is actually not that scary, it's just a special infectious disease, the special thing is that it will cause your body to mutate, giving you Your strength has also annihilated your sanity, but as I said just now, we have found the antidote, don’t you see that you are awake now?”

"However, the illness comes like a mountain, and the illness goes like a spin. Your mind is clear, and your body will not recover so quickly. It may take a long time to recuperate. You must be mentally prepared and confident. ..." Jiang Chanji searched for words that would not irritate her as much as possible, "...your current appearance is not ideal, but this is temporary, and you don't need to think too much, it will definitely recover, it just takes some time..."

Raphael glanced down.

"You still want to write?" he guessed, and she nodded in response.

Her body was no longer as tight as it was before, and her expression was quite determined. He seemed to see her in the past from her face, so he picked up the pen and handed it to her, and at the same time lifted the pressure on her right arm. Suppression of thoughts.

She saw her hand again, this time she was mentally prepared, her eyes and expression fluctuated, but she was still able to hold herself.

Now her hand is not suitable for holding a pen like a normal person. Her knuckles are too hard and her nails are too pointed and too long. She can only hold the pen to write. With a little force, the paper is torn and torn, and several sheets of paper have been replaced. It didn't work, and finally Lu Weijing found a brush and ink, and Raphael finally wrote in crooked English: "I want to see myself."

"Are you sure? We don't care about your appearance, and we are all used to it, but it may not be easy for you to accept..." When Jiang Chanji spoke, Yuna also echoed frequently.

"If she wants to watch it, let her watch it. Now that she has regained her sanity, the more you cover it up, the more psychological pressure she will have." Lu Weijing interjected, and said to Rafael, "You only think of yourself It’s fine to be disfigured, and to be honest, compared to many disfigured people, your situation is not that serious.”

Jiang Chanji thought so too, Rafael has recovered his sanity as he expected, and he can no longer lock her in a room without glass, mirror, or any smooth and reflective surface. Come, so I found a mirror and put it in front of Raphael.

He was well prepared that Raphael would be hysterical when he saw her own blue face and fangs, and he didn't even dare to look at her directly, so he waited silently for a few seconds without any expected reaction.

He raised his eyes and looked at Rafael. The latter's expression...was unbelievably calm, and there was something in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

She grabbed a brush and wrote, "Like a statue in a temple."

Jiang Chanji froze for a moment, thinking that the statues in South Asia were different from those in the East. The statues in the East were basically benevolent and kind-eyed, while many of the statues over there were majestic if they sound good, and people who are rash if they are bad.

(End of this chapter)