latelenovela Chapter 190 Drinking Soup
Chapter 190 Drinking Soup
"Admit it, have you forgotten that you have taken this medicine?" The plague doctor's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and striking deep into Hannibal's soul.
That strange laugh, through the huge bird-beak mask, seemed to carry endless chill and mockery, shrouding the entire space in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.
A blank suddenly exploded in Hannibal's mind, and memories came flooding back like a tide.
He suddenly remembered that the seemingly ordinary pie this morning actually held a secret - who was it?
The disappeared groom... As soon as this thought came to his mind, his stomach began to churn uncontrollably, and waves of dry retching sounds echoed. It was a physiological reaction to the fear of the unknown and a mixture of nausea.
Just as Hannibal was immersed in self-doubt and pain, the plague doctor's action broke the silence.
He slowly reached out his hand and scooped out a bowl of broth with an eerie green glow from the gurgling iron pot. The color was even more eerie, as if it could devour all light and reason.
"Drink it, drink it, and you can avenge your family." The plague doctor's voice was low and seductive. Every word seemed to strike directly at Hannibal's heart, causing ripples.
The irresistible fragrance, like invisible tentacles, tightly wrapped around Hannibal's olfactory nerves, instantly igniting his anger and causing his rational defenses to begin to crumble.
Hannibal looked up, his red eyes flashing with complex emotions, including the desire for revenge, fear of the unknown, and questioning of his own morality.
He stared at the plague doctor, as if looking for the answer from the eyes hidden behind the mask, but he only saw deeper darkness and madness.
"You...what did you just say?" His voice was hoarse and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
The plague doctor laughed once again, making people's blood boil: "Hehehe, don't you want revenge?
Drink this broth and you will have unprecedented power, enough to make those who hurt you and your family pay the price. "
"revenge!"
These two words were like a spell, constantly echoing in Hannibal's mind, stimulating every nerve in his body.
He looked at the bowl of broth that was rich in flavor but full of unknowns, and his heart fell into an unprecedented struggle.
Reason told him that this might be his sister's sacrifice and a distortion of family affection;
But the flame of revenge burned in his heart again, driving him to destroy those who had hurt them at all costs.
To drink or not to drink?
This is not just a simple choice, but also a profound questioning of the complex relationship between human nature, morality, family affection and hatred.
Suddenly, Hannibal raised his head and fixed his eyes on the plague doctor, with an indescribable complex emotion in his tone: "If I drink this bowl of soup, can I really realize my wish for revenge?"
Although his voice was soft, it revealed a determination that could not be ignored.
The plague doctor raised a meaningful smile, nodded slightly, and said in a low and seductive voice: "Of course, this soup contains a power beyond common sense, which is enough to help you achieve your wish."
Before he finished his words, Hannibal had already moved as fast as a cheetah. He snatched the bowl from the plague doctor's hand and drank the glowing broth in one gulp without hesitation.
The soup slid down his throat, bringing with it an indescribable burning sensation, as if a fire was burning inside his body, instantly igniting his stomach.
The pain came like a tide, far beyond the limit that a human could bear.
However, this pain was unusually sobering. It did not make him fall into a coma. Instead, it allowed Hannibal to remain unusually sober despite the extreme pain.
He felt as if he was in a sea of fire, being ruthlessly eaten by countless angry fire ants. Every inch of his skin and every bone spoke of despair and struggle.
He curled up on the ground, rolling in pain, even the strength to wail was consumed by the endless torture.
At this critical moment, the epidemic doctor acted without the slightest hesitation.
He stretched out his withered fingers again and accurately scooped up a bowl of steaming, green-glowing broth from the boiling iron pot. The soup seemed to contain an ancient and evil power.
Before Hannibal could react, it was forced down his throat.
For a moment, Hannibal seemed to be thrown into a flaming furnace. Time seemed to freeze. Every second was accompanied by a burning pain that penetrated his skin, reached his bones, and even into the depths of his soul.
This kind of pain was beyond the limits of any words, but it kept him awake, making him unable to escape or faint.
Hannibal felt an unprecedented regret in his heart. He had never expected that this bowl of broth that seemed to give him strength would be such a cruel test.
However, things had come to this point, with no way out, he could only grit his teeth and hold on, allowing the endless pain to consume him.
The plague doctor did not stop his actions, and bowl after bowl of broth was poured in mercilessly. The pain came in waves like a tide, until his consciousness was pushed to the brink of collapse.
The people around were so shocked by this sudden scene that they fell into silence. They looked at the iron pot, which was about to be empty, with fear or greed, and the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard one after another.
If it weren't for the arrogant figure of the epidemic doctor standing in the center, some people would have been unable to hold back and would have rushed forward to grab it.
Finally, when half of the broth in the iron pot was consumed, a strange turn of events occurred.
The burning sensation in Hannibal's body seemed to have reached its limit. Suddenly, the suffocating heat wave was reversed in an instant and turned into a biting cold current, spreading from his limbs to his entire body, completely freezing the previous heat.
This sudden change caused Hannibal's already blurred consciousness to completely collapse. He seemed to be thrown into an endless abyss, experiencing the extreme transition from extreme heat to extreme cold. Both his soul and body underwent an unprecedented baptism.
At this moment, Hannibal's eyes flashed with a strange green light, which was like a ghost fire escaping from the abyss, dark and blurry.
It reflected his face which was distorted by extreme hunger.
This face is no longer as calm and rational as before. Instead, it is devoured by endless desires, revealing a terrifying beauty that makes people's heart palpitate.
His body was undergoing an incredible transformation. His flesh and blood seemed to be slowly being pulled away by some invisible force.
The skin clung to the bones and gradually shriveled, revealing a terrifying posture that was beyond human capabilities.
This change is not only shocking, but also makes people feel awe at the fragility of life and the power of the unknown.
"Ho ho ho-"
What came out from the depth of his throat was no longer human language, but a beast-like roar.
This roar was filled with despair and longing, like a beast trapped in the abyss, shouting for freedom and liberation with its last bit of strength.
It echoed all around, piercing everyone's eardrums and striking deep into the soul, making people shudder.
“Hungry… so hungry!”
These two simple words contain endless pain and pleading.
They struck like heavy hammers on the hearts of every onlooker, making it impossible for them to ignore Hannibal's struggle and suffering.
They watched this scene in shock, with mixed emotions surging in their hearts:
Sympathy, fear, doubt...all these emotions are intertwined and difficult to describe.
Finally, Hannibal could no longer suppress the surging hunger.
An inexplicable force swept over like a violent storm, driving him to get on all fours and pounce like a wild beast towards the iron pot that was still emitting scalding white smoke.
The boiling water, whose high temperature and heat were fatal in the eyes of ordinary people, seemed to have lost its power to Hannibal at this moment and could not cause any harm to him at all.
Without hesitation, he buried his entire head into the pot, greedily sucking the steaming, green broth.
Every bite seemed to devour the power of life, giving his body an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.
At this critical moment.
A villager with a burly build and a resolute face stepped forward.
The large coarse porcelain bowl in his hand seemed to have become a symbol of his justice.
He roared and rushed towards the iron pot like a mountain, trying to save a glimmer of life for everyone under Hannibal's greed.
"You damn monster, how can you enjoy this last hope alone!" He cursed while scooping hard, and every spoonful was filled with his desire for survival and anger towards the unfair fate.
The broth in the iron pot splashed, interweaving with the boiling water to form a thrilling picture.
When the surrounding villagers saw this, fear and greed were mixed in their hearts.
They could no longer hold back and picked up the bowls and plates in their hands and rushed towards the iron pot like a tide.
In their eyes, this was not just a bowl of broth, but also the last line of defense against the Black Death.
"We can't let him take it all! This is the lifeline for all of us!"
The shouts and collisions intertwined to form a symphony of chaos and despair.
There was a strange green light flashing in everyone's eyes, which was an extreme desire for survival and a reflection of the fear of the unknown.
In this chaos, humanity and animality, reason and madness are intertwined into a complex and twisted picture.
The epidemic doctor stood quietly by the side, his eyes deep and complex.
It seemed as if he had foreseen all this happening, or he was indifferent to all the suffering and struggles in this world.
His existence, like a ruthless bystander, silently witnesses this contest of human nature, desire and power.